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

Chapter 95 God of Slaughter, Bibi Dong

"boom!"

The golden lion's claws tore through the air, striking Tianxia Wuzei's arms with pinpoint accuracy, causing him to stagger back several steps.

However, the thief's mind was not on the golden lion; he already had someone in mind to leak the secret.

"That's right, it must be someone from the Spirit Hall!"

He knew perfectly well that only a small group of people in the Spirit Hall would be thoroughly familiar with the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist.

"Bibi Dong?!"

A name immediately popped into Bibi Dong's mind.

Because Bibi Dong was indeed the most motivated.

Moreover, getting rid of him is not something that can be done overnight.

"Now that she knows I'm training in the Killing City without a powerful figure like the Fourth Elder protecting me, it's not surprising that she's harboring ill intentions."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" thought to himself, calculating his own deductions.

Bibi Dong, as one of the killing gods of the Slaughter City, has the right to enter and leave the Slaughter City at will.

Forming an alliance with the King of Slaughter is not a difficult task.

If I were killed in the City of Slaughter, there would be no way for Qian Daoliu to do anything about it.

Thinking this through, Tianxia Wuzei had confirmed that it was Bibi Dong who was plotting against him.

"You really think you can figure out my Overlord Chasing Wind Fist after watching it a few times? You're underestimating me too much if you think you can let an opponent like this kill me!"

The Overlord Chasing Wind Fist of the World Without Thieves is not so easy to see through. Even if you see through the ordinary Overlord Chasing Wind Fist, can you see through the derivative moves?
Although he couldn't use his soul skills, he already knew the derivative moves of the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist by heart.

Now that my physique is strong enough, I can use some derivative moves even without using soul skills, only they are a bit weaker.

However, this is equivalent to a derivative move with the power of an ordinary Soul King's Soul Skill, enough to make him virtually invincible in the City of Slaughter.

"Hmph, since you, King of Slaughter, want to see me die, then let's give you some pleasure first. Otherwise, how could all your elaborate schemes have been completely ineffective?"

Without leaving a trace, Tianxia Wuzei glanced at the palace where the King of Slaughter was located, pretending to be mentally shattered because the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist had been seen through.

Under the onslaught of the golden lion's furious attacks, he revealed a weakness, his arms were swung away, and his center was wide open.

"Hahaha, I'm the winner?!"

The golden lion's eyes were bloodshot, and a scarlet killing intent coiled around its claws as it crossed over Tianxia Wuzei's chest.

"Stab!"

In an instant, the armor on Tianxia Wuzei's chest rubbed against the sharp claws, sending sparks flying several meters high.

The thief pretended to be terrified, let out a cry, and vomited blood as he flew backward.

Seeing that it had succeeded in its attack, the golden lion followed closely behind.

With a flurry of claws, each strike sent sparks flying from Tianxia Wuzei's body.

The thief was desperately parrying, but a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

These flaws were deliberately exposed by him.

The palace, upon the blood-red throne.

The King of Slaughter tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest, producing a chilling tapping sound.

His crimson vertical pupils reflected the retreating figure in the arena, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"A mighty god of slaughter, yet he fears such an ant." The King of Slaughter's voice, like the hiss of a venomous snake, echoed in the empty hall. "However, it is also thanks to that brat that I was able to cooperate with a god of slaughter."

His gaze returned to the hellish killing field, watching the golden lion about to deliver its fatal blow.

He grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

"Let this farce end here."

In the hellish killing field, a golden lion phantom appeared behind the golden lion, its attack becoming even more ferocious.

He suddenly kicked out, slamming his leg hard into Tianxia Wuzei's arms.

The thief noticed his intention and cooperated by throwing his hands to the side, exposing his chest to the golden lion.

"It's over. Now you can just die!"

The golden lion roared to the sky, and the golden lion shadow behind it suddenly expanded, its mane dancing like flames.

"Self-created Soul Skill, Roar of the Mad Lion!"

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar echoed across the hellish killing field.

A visible golden sound wave shot out from his mouth, shattering the ground in its path like fragile glass.

"Boom!"

The moment the sound wave swept across, the ground within ten feet behind Tianxia Wuzei cracked violently, and rubble shot up like a torrential rain.

In an instant, the entire killing field trembled violently, and the Fallen in the stands covered their ears in agony. "Ah! My ears, my ears!"

The few unlucky people closest to the incident bled from all seven orifices on the spot.

His head swelled up visibly, like a balloon that had reached its limit and was at risk of bursting at any moment.

However, the person at the center of the sound waves remained unmoved.

His cloak fluttered wildly in the sound waves behind his Explosive King Martial Soul, and his hair danced wildly, yet he didn't even flinch.

"As expected of a ruthless person who can win twenty battles in the Hell Slaughter Arena, I didn't expect him to even have a self-created soul skill!"

Self-created soul skills may not be the strongest, but the strongest soul skills are definitely self-created soul skills!

Soul masters who can create unique soul skills based on their own martial soul characteristics are all exceptionally talented individuals.

The fact that the golden lion could create a sonic soul skill like the Roar of the Mad Lion demonstrates its exceptional talent.

However, his self-created soul skill could not cause any real damage to Tianxia Wuzei.

Unfortunately, this move, which should have been devastating, was like a gentle breeze when it landed on Tianxia Wuzei, not even making him take a single step back.

"what?!"

The golden lion's pupils suddenly contracted, and its most triumphant roar was actually withstood by the callow youth before it.

Not only him, but even the King of Slaughter in the palace was unsettled!

"How is this possible?! He withstood the kitten's full-force attack without suffering any damage!"

He thought that the golden lion he had chosen would be enough to win after understanding and seeing through the self-created soul skill of "No Thief Under Heaven".

Unexpectedly, he still greatly underestimated the strength of the "No Thieves Under Heaven" organization.

On the hellish killing field, Tianxia Wuzei glanced mockingly at the location of the palace, then his gaze fell on the golden lion in front of him.

"You're right, it's time to end this."

The voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" was deep and cold, only the golden lion could hear it.

While the Fallen Ones in the audience were reeling from the sonic shock, he quietly gathered power in his left fist, and terrifying force condensed at the tip of his fist.

"not good!"

The golden lion's pupils contracted sharply; at such close range, there was absolutely no way for him to avoid it!
In the heat of the moment, his body erupted with golden light, transforming into a dazzling shield that covered his entire body.

"Overlord Chasing Wind Fist - Explosive Style - Hidden Force!"

The left fist of "No Thief Under Heaven" struck out like lightning, slamming heavily onto the head of the golden lion.

With a clang of metal, the golden lion's body flew backward like a cannonball.

The howling sound waves suddenly dissipated, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"No Thief Under Heaven" quickly wiped the blood from his face, pretending to be seriously injured, and staggered around.

"Ahem! You are indeed very strong, but the winner... can only be me!"

Having said that, he dragged his "weak" steps slowly toward the exit of the hellish killing field.

However, the golden lion, which should have fallen to the ground, suddenly appeared behind Tianxia Wuzei.

"Boy, go to hell!"

Without turning his head, the man said calmly:
"Om Ma Iwa Mo Shin De Il! (You are dead!)"

"Nani! (What?)"

The next moment, the explosive internal force of the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist exploded in the head of the golden lion, and blood and brain matter bloomed like fireworks!
The iron gates at the entrance to the Hell Killing Fields opened, and Wu Zetian slowly walked past the fallen.

The figures, resembling gods and demons, made the fallen ones swallow hard and dare not make any move.

Tianxia Wuzei was somewhat disappointed. He had originally planned to feign serious injury to lure out all those who had ill intentions towards him.

Unexpectedly, because he defeated the Golden Lion, the boss of this hellish killing field, no one dared to attack him.

"Oh no, is my plan going to fail?!"

However, as soon as he stepped out of the hellish killing field, he clearly sensed that hundreds of figures were quietly following behind him.

Although the author didn't know why these fallen ones hadn't made a move in the Hell Slaughter Arena, everything would be fine as long as they did.

"Are you going to make your move? It wasn't for nothing that I put on such a show!"

He pretended not to see it and dragged his "severely injured body" toward his residence.

Just as Wu Zetian was about to return to his residence, hundreds of figures emerged from the sky, the ground, and the shadows.

"Boy, go to hell!"

Instead of showing any panic upon seeing this, he revealed a triumphant smile.

"Finally got fooled!"

(End of this chapter)