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

Chapter 87 The King of Killing

"I am Scott, the Dread Knight, and I pronounce your death sentence!"

Scott's sinister voice came from beneath his helmet, and his black spear drew a cold arc in the purple moonlight.

He spurred the horse's flanks with his legs, and the warhorse galloped off like an arrow.

The horses' hooves pounded the ground, sending pebbles and dust flying like shrapnel.

In an instant, a sharp killing intent swept through the passageway.

The Explosive King instantly possessed the martial soul, but the spirit ring did not appear along with the martial soul.

"So I'm really restricted by the rules?" He licked his lips. "It's not a bad thing for me!"

Although the rules in the City of Slaughter prevent the use of soul skills granted by soul rings, soul power is still available.

Therefore, self-created soul skills will not be affected in any way.

"Arrogant brat, die!"

Scott pulled on the reins, and the black-armored warhorse suddenly stood up three zhang away from Tianxia Wuzei.

As the iron hooves pounded down, the jet-black spear thrust out like a venomous snake, its tip tearing through the air, aiming straight for Tianxia Wuzei's vital throat.

Faced with this fierce offensive, Tianxia Wuzei curled up a contemptuous sneer.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, his left hand shot out, his five fingers gripping the gun barrel tightly like steel pincers, preventing the gun tip from advancing an inch.

With a whoosh, a visible shockwave spread out in a circle beneath Tianxia Wuzei's feet.

"How is this possible?! Wasn't his soul skill supposed to be restricted? How can he still possess such immense power?!"

Scott's face was contorted with rage beneath his helmet as he gripped his spear with both hands and pressed it down, but to no avail.

Even with the added weight of the heavily armored warhorse, they were still unable to drive away the thieves.

Instead, they were trapped in place, their warhorses' legs kicking wildly in the air, unable to go down or up.

The thief watched this scene with amusement, slowly raising his left hand as Scott's body gradually left the saddle.

He gripped the horse's belly tightly with his legs, trying to use the horse's weight to propel himself back into the saddle.

However, he gradually realized something was wrong; his body was still being lifted up.

Scott looked down and was immediately horrified.

He was lifted off the ground, along with his warhorse.

"How is this possible?! My black armor and warhorse weigh two or three thousand pounds, and now I'm being lifted up by one hand! Could he be a monster?!"

Little did they know that a mere few thousand kilograms was nothing to a world without thieves.

By absorbing the soul rings of a 100,000-year-old Titan Giant Ape and a 20,000-year-old Titan Giant Ape, his basic strength experienced a leap forward.

Even without using a martial spirit, the current "No Thieves Under Heaven" is still a ferocious beast in human form based solely on its strength and physique.

In terms of strength, it can even rival the ancient Titan Ape, and can easily lift a mere few thousand kilograms.

"Come here!"

Before Scott could recover from his shock, Tianxia Wuzei's arm veins bulged like an earth dragon churning, and with a roar, he suddenly yanked the gun barrel.

The warhorse reared up and neighed mournfully, its massive body losing its balance in mid-air and falling forward like a collapsing iron mountain.

The two bodies, one man and one horse, completely enveloped the thief-free world, crashing down like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

A cold glint flashed in Tianxia Wuzei's eyes as he slammed his right fist into the horse's belly with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the sound of black armor shattering and flesh exploding rang out simultaneously in the air, and the massive warhorse's body was instantly torn to pieces.

"what!"

Scott screamed in agony as the terrifying impact sent him hurtling like a cannonball into the ranks of black-armored soldiers.

Bang bang bang!
Scott, like a bowling ball, sent the black-armored soldiers flying in all directions.

The originally dense passageways were forcibly carved out into a road that leads directly to the city gate.

Scott's armor had vanished, and he landed in a sorry state at the end of the tunnel, covered in blood.

"team leader?!"

The black-armored soldiers glared angrily at the Thieves-Free World; it was the first time they had encountered anyone who dared to attack the law enforcement team.

However, by the time they looked over, the figure of "No Thief Under Heaven" had already disappeared from the spot.

"Are you looking for me?!"

The thief appeared beside them at some point and punched the nearest black-armored soldier in the head.

"boom!"

The black-armored soldier's head exploded like a watermelon, and the iron helmet covering his entire head served no purpose.

Another punch slammed into another man's torso, shattering his black armor and exploding half his body. "Kill him!"

They were, after all, members of the law enforcement team, and quickly came to their senses.

He wildly swung his heavy sword, the sword shadows weaving into an impenetrable net, attempting to cleave him to death with a flurry of blows.

A glint of light flashed in Tianxia Wuzei's eyes. He could clearly see these attacks within the Wind Domain, and even predict their trajectories.

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, he moved like a ghost, each dodge perfectly timed.

While dodging, he also launched a counterattack.

Each counterattack was precise and deadly, taking the lives of one or more black-armored soldiers.

"Bang bang bang!"

In less than a minute, all one hundred black-armored soldiers fell to the ground in the passageway, a gruesome sight.

Some had half their bodies smashed, while others had their heads smashed against the wall and burst open like watermelons, becoming headless corpses.

Some were even beaten to pieces, with limbs and remains scattered throughout the passageway, and blood flowing like a river.

Fresh blood flowed slowly through the cracks in the tunnel, gathering into dark red streams, and the stench of blood in the air grew stronger.

Scott, struggling to his feet from the pile of limbs and bones at the end of the passage, stared tremblingly at the murderous figure amidst the mountain of corpses.

The man with no thieves under the sky slightly raised his head, his gaze falling on him.

"Wow, he's still alive! He's got a lot of luck!"

He took a step forward and appeared in front of Scott almost instantly.

Scott was terrified and fell to his knees with a thud, his voice filled with endless fear and trembling.

"Spare me! You've passed the test and are qualified to enter the City of Slaughter!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled a black plaque from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

The sign was engraved with a hideous skull, and below it was a number.

9527!

"Interesting, even 9527 is here!"

The thief's gaze lingered on the number for a moment, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, before he reached out and took the tag.

He knew that the sign "9527" did not mean that there were only 9526 people in the Killing City.

It's just that the person with the previous code name 9527 died, and the nameplate was recycled and reused.

After all, the City of Slaughter can be said to be the largest "prison" in the Douluo Continent, with at least hundreds of thousands, or even more, of fallen soul masters here.

Seeing the expression on the face of the thief, Scott felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly offered an explanation.

"This is your proof of presence in the Killing City. Someone will meet you at the city gate."

In a good mood, Tianxia Wuzei clutched the plaque in his hand and turned to walk towards the city gate.

His steps were unhurried, as if the bloody battle he had just experienced was nothing more than a child's play.

However, as soon as he turned around, Scott's eyes turned cold, and his hand unconsciously reached for the black spear on the ground.

"Kid, you'd better die!"

He suddenly hurled the spear in his hand, which pierced Tianxia Wuzei's back like a black lightning bolt.

"I was too kind; the people here deserve to die."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" muttered to himself, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and grabbed the spear that was being shot at him.

Using the momentum, he turned around and threw the spear at an even faster speed.

"Do not……"

Before Scott could react, the spear pierced his head with a bang, leaving him a headless corpse kneeling on the ground.

The moment Scott was killed, Wu Zetian sensed a faint, imperceptible gaze from the Killing City.

"Hmph, you've noticed me already? But you coward, do you dare lay a hand on me?!"

The thief had already guessed who was spying on him, but he didn't care and even mocked them in his heart.

He clapped his hands and walked unhurriedly toward the city gate, preparing to enter the City of Slaughter.

Meanwhile, inside a dimly lit palace in the inner city of the Killing Capital.

On the blood-red chair lay a massive figure, its pupils vertical and the whites of its eyes bloodshot.

His bare upper body was covered with vascular protrusions that undulated with his breathing, and a dark red bat tattoo on his chest emitted a faint red glow from time to time.

This man is none other than the King of the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter!
When he grinned, a row of densely packed, blood-red, hook-shaped teeth was revealed.

"An interesting brat! But the power behind him shouldn't be underestimated. However, in the City of Slaughter, I am the one who calls the shots, and those who violate the rules I set will be punished!"

(End of this chapter)