Douluo Continent: I Have No Thieves Under Heaven, the Explosive King Returns

Chapter 80 Breakthrough to Soul King, Target: Slaughter City

As dawn broke, the thin mist lingered in the woods outside Soto.

A ray of pale golden sunlight pierced through the branches and leaves, dappling the face of Tianxia Wuzei.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of blue-gold light seemed to disappear in his pupils.

"boom!"

A violent surge of soul power suddenly erupted, and the fallen leaves around him were blown away by the shockwave, fluttering like butterflies in the morning light.

Level 49, Level 50!

The exhilarating feeling of breaking through his soul power level one after another made him clench his fists, but what truly excited him was the new power surging in his right leg bone.

The two soul skills granted by the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone

flight.

Miraculous healing technique: Wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze brings it back to life!

"I'm not Tang San, I don't even know my own soul bone skills. Let me try out this healing divine skill and see just how powerful it is!"

Without hesitation, Tianxia Wuzei activated his Soul Bone and used his healing divine skill.

"Shh!"

In an instant, a bright blue halo spread from his right leg to his entire body.

His body, which had been somewhat depleted of blood and energy due to the Titan's Wrath Soul Skill, visibly recovered.

"As expected of a 100,000-year-old soul bone, even the Nine-Heart Begonia cannot compare to this healing effect."

Feeling the surging life force within him, Tianxia Wuze couldn't help but gasp: "With this soul bone, the Titan's Wrath soul skill is no longer just a life-saving skill. It's a pity that such a good healing method can't be used to heal others."

However, he was not disappointed, because the team now had Ye Lingling, which was enough to make up for these shortcomings.

Moreover, the "Wildfire cannot burn it all, spring breeze brings it back to life" soul bone skill is not omnipotent and cannot revive a dead organization.

For example, a heart completely shattered, or a head being chopped off.

"Shh!"

Just then, a whooshing sound rang out, and the Lion Douluo appeared like a ghost, his reddish-brown mane flying wildly in the morning breeze.

Looking at Tianxia Wuzei, who had already become a Soul King, he said worriedly, "Breaking through ten levels in a row by relying on external objects, your soul power is probably as weak as a sieve!"

No Thief Under Heaven nodded; he knew better than anyone that his soul power was weak.

After all, from level 40 to level 50, his level 10 soul power was not something he cultivated through hard work; it was all achieved through soul rings or soul bones.

"Of course I know." Tianxia Wuzei slowly stood up and caught a falling withered leaf.

"So after obtaining my fifth spirit ring, I will leave for six months or a year."

Lion Douluo's pupils constricted, and his red mane bristled: "Leave? Is there anywhere higher than the Spirit Hall?!"

"City of Killing!"

The four words "No Thieves Under Heaven" were slowly uttered, and the surrounding air suddenly froze.

"Are you insane?!" Lion Douluo's roar startled the birds in the forest, and his spittle almost landed on Tianxia Wuzei's face. "You're planning to go to the City of Slaughter? Do you know what kind of place that is, or how dangerous it is?!"

The thief stepped back half a step and dusted off his sleeves in disgust.

"Of course I know. It's precisely because it's dangerous that it's worth going. What place could be more tempering than the City of Slaughter?"

The City of Slaughter is a paradise for the fallen, but also a testing ground for the strong.

It was a lawless, dark world where only the most ruthless and powerful Soul Masters could survive.

Moreover, within the City of Slaughter, all Soul Masters' Soul Rings and Soul Skills are suppressed, leaving them only able to fight using their Martial Soul, Soul Power, and Combat Techniques.

Slaughter is the only law.

What better way to temper one's fragile soul power than in a life-or-death battle?

Moreover, the city of slaughter isn't entirely without its advantages.

That is, by passing the ultimate trial in the City of Slaughter, one can obtain the God of Slaughter Domain.

The God of Slaughter Domain is an extremely rare, top-tier combat enhancement domain that can perfectly compensate for the shortcomings of the Wind Domain.

This is one of the reasons why the "No Thieves Under Heaven" team would want to go to the Killing City for training.

"No, absolutely not!" Lion Douluo rejected the idea outright. "Do you know how dangerous the City of Slaughter is? How many people can actually escape from it! I will never agree to this!"

The thief shrugged indifferently and chuckled softly, "If you don't agree, Old Deng will!"

Lao Deng, also known as Qian Daoliu.

Upon hearing this, Lion Douluo felt as if he had been doused with ice water, his mane visibly drooping. Indeed, if the Grand Elder approves, who can object?!
Moreover, the fact that no thief dared to make such a solemn vow proves that he already had the confidence to persuade the Grand Master.

The hand of Tianxia Wuzei gently landed on the shoulder of the Lion Douluo, the force was not heavy, but it carried an undeniable steadiness.

"Don't worry." His voice was low and calm. "I never do anything I'm not sure I can do."

A morning breeze swept by, swirling a few withered leaves between the two.

"And the City of Slaughter." He raised his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the forest as if he could see that bloody land, "is not a place where death is certain. There are people who have come out alive."

The Lion Douluo's breath hitched, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Yes, the city of slaughter is not a place of certain death.

There were not just one, but two people who survived, and both were old acquaintances.

Pope Bibidon.

Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao.

Both of them passed the test of the Killing City and conquered that hellish place.

"So, some people managed to come out alive." The thief withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Why can't I?!"

He lifted his foot, turned, and walked towards the wooden house: "A hundred victories in the killing field and the souls lost on the road to hell are nothing but stepping stones for me to step into the ranks of the strong!"

The figure of the man in "No Thieves Under Heaven" was backlit, and the edges of his robes were tinged with a blood-red light.

That place was hell, and also his testing ground!
Lion Douluo looked at the figure in the distance, and finally let out a deep breath, the anger in his eyes gradually turning into a complex solemnity.

Perhaps, this madman really will come back alive!
Without hesitation, he sent the exact same conversation to Qian Daoliu via Feixin.

At this moment, the traitors and their ilk had been waiting in front of the wooden house for quite some time.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" nodded in satisfaction. Without his instructions, no one else dared to act on their own.

"Boss, you are finally back!"

The traitor rushed forward, his eyes shining like a dog seeing a bone, and approached the thief with anticipation.

"Should we practice together today, or go to the Soul Arena for more Soul Battles?"

The thief glanced at him, his temple throbbing slightly.

Well, at least it's a little bit more reliable than recognizing a thief as one's father and having a shifty, sneaky look. It's still better than this place becoming a mess after I left.

"You, come in with me."

Before the traitors could react, a long, strong hand had already grabbed his ear precisely and dragged him towards the wooden house like a chick.

"Hey, boss! Be gentle! Your ear's going to fall off!"

boom!
The wooden door slammed shut, making the window frames vibrate.

Outside the door, the man who recognized the thief as his father and the man with shifty eyes looked at each other, both shrinking back.

"Thank goodness it wasn't me..."

"Thank goodness it wasn't me!"

The two spoke in unison, then tacitly took three steps back, moving away from the wooden door from which screams might erupt at any moment.

Leniency to those who confess?

The traitor's eyes darted around, his knees buckled, and he grabbed the leg of the righteous leader, tears streaming down his face.

"Boss, I was wrong! I shouldn't have spread your fearsome reputation of punching a Soul Emperor to death in the Soul Arena! And I shouldn't have told you about the embarrassing story of being chased all over the mountain by three Ten-Year Wind Baboons while you were taking a bath!"

The veins on Tianxia Wuzei's forehead bulged as he recalled being chased by Feng Feifei. Although he hadn't personally experienced it, it was still a dark chapter in the original owner's history.

He took out a spiked club from his soul tool and smashed it down on the head of the traitor.

"I'll let you go this time."

The man clapped his hands slowly and deliberately, his tone eerily calm, "But I didn't bring you in for that. I have a task for you. Can you do it well?"

The traitor, with a spiked club on his head, instantly straightened his back, his eyes resolute: "Mission accomplished!"

"Very good, I hope you won't let me down."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" nodded in satisfaction and continued, "I'll be leaving for six months to a year. You'll be managing this team for me, understand?!"

However, the traitors became agitated upon hearing only the word "leave," their voices shaking the roof and causing dust to fall.

"What?! Boss, you're leaving?!"

(End of this chapter)