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

Chapter 93 The King of Slaughter's Strange Scheme
"Ignorant brat! Who are you threatening with this little bit of murderous intent?!"

The golden lion roared, and a terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from its body.

The crimson killing intent coalesced into a majestic lion that surged forth like a raging tide, colliding violently with the killing intent of "No Thief Under Heaven"!
boom!
In an instant, two powerful, ocean-like killing intents clashed fiercely in the air.

An invisible killing intent exploded, and the surrounding fallen ones were struck as if by a heavy blow, clutching their chests and retreating, their faces deathly pale.

"Hiss, that's terrifying! Just the clash of killing intent alone makes my heart tremble!"

"Is this the strength of a player with a 20-game winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena?!"

"9527 is simply a monster. He's only been here for less than a week, yet his killing intent is already comparable to that of the Golden Lion!"

Sensing the murderous aura, Tianxia Wuzei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he abandoned his previous contempt.

He had originally planned to feign a narrow victory, but now he realized that if he dared to be careless, he might be caught off guard and suffer a crushing defeat!
"Boom!"

The two murderous auras suddenly separated, and the shockwaves caused the entire hellish killing field to tremble slightly.

Both Wu Zetian and the Golden Lion took a step back, staring at each other with no trace of contempt in their eyes.

"No wonder he's achieved twenty victories in the Hell's Killing Arena!" Tianxia Wuze thought to himself. "Heroes are truly as numerous as carp crossing a river!"

He sighed inwardly, realizing that he had indeed underestimated the Fallen Ones of the Killing City.

However, while the world was filled with scorn, the golden lion was also experiencing a storm of emotions.

"Having been here for less than a week, your killing intent has already become so terrifying, on par with mine!"

The golden lion possessed such a murderous aura because he had been in the City of Slaughter for eight years.

Unexpectedly, the newcomer "No Thieves Under Heaven" has already caught up with him.

If the King of Slaughter hadn't given him a death order, he would never have wanted to be enemies with a ruthless man who wiped out an entire enforcement team as soon as he entered.

Although the ten-game winning streak was achieved through trickery, it also proves the strength and cunning of the "No Thieves Under Heaven" team.

No wonder the King of Slaughter wanted to get rid of such a person as soon as possible!
There are no seats.

The reason why the golden lion provoked the world without thieves was all on the orders of the King of Slaughter.

The golden lion is arrogant, but not foolish.

Making enemies in Killing City is tantamount to courting death, and it goes against the way of life in Killing City.

But faced with the King of Slaughter's decree, he had no choice!

What puzzled the Golden Lion the most was that the King of Slaughter did not send him to assassinate, but instead ordered him to defeat the Thief Under Heaven in the Hell Slaughter Arena!
"No matter what the King of Slaughter is planning, 9527, you must die! Otherwise, I will be the one who dies!"

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his fighting spirit was fully ignited.

However, the golden lion's subtle changes in expression were nowhere to be hidden in the Wind Realm where there were no thieves.

"What's going on?! It feels like he provoked me, and it wasn't voluntary. Could it be..."

With this in mind, he already had an answer in his heart.

"Could it be the work of the King of Slaughter? Otherwise, why would an old fox from the City of Slaughter do something so irrational?"

The author, "No Thieves Under Heaven," understands that those who can survive in the inner city of the Killing Capital must possess exceptional strength.

Reason is just as important.

He stared at the golden lion for a long time, and then a strange idea flashed through his mind.

"Since the King of Slaughter is secretly trying to trip me up, why doesn't he send a powerful figure like the Golden Lion to assassinate me himself? Why does he want these people to kill me in the hellish killing field?!"

When he first entered this hellish killing field, he clearly sensed the presence of the golden lion.

After all, he was the only Soul Emperor present, so it was hard not to attract attention.

If you really want to take action, you can do it as soon as you come in.

Instead of mocking and drawing hatred, and then sending them to the hellish killing field.

In the inner city of Slaughter City, except for the waiting room in the Hell Slaughter Arena where you cannot act, you can directly kill people at any other time.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" shook his head, thinking to himself.

"Although I don't know what the King of Slaughter is up to, such petty tricks won't work on me."

He then said calmly to the golden lion, "In that case, let's meet on the killing field!"

After saying that, Tianxia Wuzei turned and walked towards the waiting room.

A fierce glint flashed in the golden lion's eyes, and he immediately followed. He was unwilling to delay any longer.

The rapid growth of "No Thieves Under Heaven" alarmed him.

I fear that if I don't complete the task given by the King of Slaughter immediately, I won't have another chance.

The other Fallen Ones were filled with excitement, eagerly anticipating the battle between 9527 Burst King and the Golden Lion.

But no fool would be willing to put together a match.

However, the Hell Killing Fields already had a solution for this situation.

So those poor wretches in the outer city who couldn't afford Bloody Mary became valuable at this time.

Their so-called value is simply being used as cannon fodder in a hellish killing field.

Soon, ten figures appeared on the hellish killing field.

Apart from Wu Zetian and Jinse Xiong Shi, the other eight were just there to make up the numbers and were weak.

"Clang!"

The iron gates at the entrance to the Hell Killing Arena slammed shut, and the battle officially began.

"go to hell!"

The cannon fodder who were originally trembling and could barely stand were now the first to launch an attack.

However, these eight people seemed to have planned it all along, and they all rushed towards the place called "No Thieves Under Heaven".

Tianxia Wuzei narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the eight people rushing towards him, secretly pondering to himself.

"The King of Slaughter's obstacles are still there. He shamelessly tampered with the selection of participants in the slaughter! He wants me to face a one-against-nine situation in every match!"

He scoffed at this.

Because he originally planned to fight nine opponents in every match, using the bloodiest methods to intimidate those desperate criminals.

These little tricks of the King of Slaughter are exactly what he wants.

The crimson light in Tianxia Wuze's eyes surged, and his murderous aura exploded!
"You really think I'm an easy target?!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed out like lightning, so fast that he left an almost tangible afterimage in his place.

"Varied--"

These eight cannon fodder only felt a blur before their eyes, and didn't even finish a single word.

The next moment, amidst a shrill whistling sound as if the air was being torn apart, eight muffled thuds exploded almost simultaneously.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
The figure of Wu Zetian reappeared, standing silently in the center of the eight mangled corpses, his eyes as cold as knives.

Clearly, these are all his masterpieces.

Moreover, such a masterpiece could only come from the hands of the Burst King!
A chorus of swallowing sounds immediately rose from the audience; they had witnessed firsthand the ruthlessness of the thief-free world.

However, the thief-free party did not show any emotion as a result.

Because these eight cannon fodder really were cannon fodder.

The strongest among them was a Soul Master; the rest were just Great Soul Masters.

"King of Slaughter, I know you're watching. But if you think you can use these cannon fodder to wear down my stamina and soul power, are you out of your mind?!"

The thief-free man spoke, his lips moving as he looked at the palace where the King of Slaughter resided.

After all, the ten-game winning streak on the first day had already proven that cannon fodder could not play the role he should have.

Inside the palace, the cup in the hands of the King of Slaughter suddenly shattered, shards flying like bullets.

The black-armored soldiers guarding outside the palace were pierced by shards and died with their eyes wide open.

"Boy, you're incredibly arrogant!" The King of Slaughter opened his crimson vertical pupils, his killing intent almost solidifying. "If you weren't from the Spirit Hall, you would already be dead!"

However, his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, revealing a wicked smile.

"However, that little kitten is an opponent I personally arranged for you. I hope you'll still be able to laugh later!"

In the hellish killing field, Tianxia Wuzei's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill ran down his spine.

"So fast?!"

(End of this chapter)