Soul Land: I Am Unrivaled Thief, Explosive King Returns

Thief Father immediately played along. "Exactly, exactly. What a waste to leave the inheritance sitting there!"

"Waaah, waaah, waaah..." Shifty-eyed Thief wailed the hardest. "Boss, without your will, how am I supposed to compete with those two for it?!"

This performance made Zhu Zhuqing feel as though she had fallen into an ice cellar. The cruel past of the Star Luo Royal Family and the Zhu Family turning their blades against each other flashed vividly through her mind.

Ning Rongrong was equally shocked. The Little Witch was actually left speechless.

"Hahaha, Tang San, well done. If you hadn't distracted them, it would have taken me some effort to get rid of this little brat."

Zhao Wuji strode out of the smoke and dust with a loud laugh, delighted at having eliminated a thorn in his side.

Yet Tang San gave no response.

Zhao Wuji immediately looked toward where Tang San had been, his pupils suddenly shrinking to pinpoints, his face full of disbelief.

"H-how is that possible?!"

Ye Zhiqiu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong froze at the sight, then followed Zhao Wuji's gaze.

Unrivaled Thief stood there completely unharmed, while Tang San had vanished without a trace.

"Where's Xiao San? Where did Xiao San go?!"

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, felt his heart tighten. He had not even noticed when Tang San had disappeared.

Hearing the three living treasures plotting over his inheritance, veins bulged on Unrivaled Thief's forehead, and a conspicuous cross-shaped vein popped up above his brow.

"You three little bastards!"

After three explosive bangs, Rebel Son and the other two were planted headfirst into the ground like three radishes,

their six legs the only parts left outside, kicking wildly in a comical fashion.

Unrivaled Thief still did not feel satisfied. He rushed over and unleashed a frenzied beating on their faces buried in the ground.

The pounding rang out without pause, brutally vicious!

"Boss, I was wrong! I shouldn't have coveted your inheritance! Spare me!" Thief Father's muffled voice came from the dirt.

Shifty-eyed Thief's two legs struggled desperately as he cried, "I was wrong! I don't want the inheritance anymore!"

Rebel Son had it worst. His whole face was swollen like a pig's head, and he could only make muffled "Wuu wuu wuu" sounds.

After beating them for quite a while, Unrivaled Thief finally dusted off his hands and rose to his feet, refreshed and invigorated.

"Whew, beating up my little brothers really does feel great. Sure enough, little brothers are made to be beaten!"

Although Unrivaled Thief knew the three little brats were faking their mourning, that did not stop him from beating them.

They were pretending to divide up his inheritance right in front of him. If he did not beat them, who would he beat?

The reason he knew they were pretending was because, aside from Unrivaled Thief himself, no one understood him better than Rebel Son and the other two.

Naturally, the three of them knew the effects of his third soul skill.

They were simply too thickheaded and had gone and pulled this stunt.

Unrivaled Thief then turned toward Zhao Wuji and even waved at him in greeting as though they were old friends.

Zhao Wuji's pupils shook violently as he shouted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I couldn't have been wrong about that feeling. I definitely hit you."

Unrivaled Thief nodded in agreement. "Mm, you're right. That strike definitely hit. Unfortunately, the one it hit wasn't me."

Everyone froze, then immediately understood.

Tang Hao's eyes widened in the shadows as realization struck him, his gaze turning blade-sharp as it fixed on the deep pit.

Zhao Wuji was the second to react. He thrust out his palm, instantly dispersing the dust that filled the air.

When everyone looked closely, they saw Tang San lying limp at the bottom of the pit like a dying hedgehog, his body pierced full of all kinds of Hidden Weapons.

His body was completely limp, clearly because every bone in him had been shattered. Blood gushed from over a hundred wounds, winding through the dirt in a grotesque web.

His pupils were unfocused, the glow of his Purple Demon Eye long extinguished. Only hoarse gasps escaped his throat.

Unrivaled Thief narrowed his eyes. Sensing Tang San's condition in the pit, he could not help clicking his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're stabbed full of things and took a Soul Saint's slap, yet you can still breathe? Tang San, you really are tough to kill!"

Using a move derived from his third soul skill and the Wind Domain, he had switched places with Tang San at the critical moment, resulting in this situation.

Still, Unrivaled Thief found it regrettable that Tang San had survived both Zhao Wuji's strike and his own Hidden Weapons.

All he could say was that he truly was this world's chosen child of fate.

Zhao Wuji stared at the dying Tang San in the pit, his entire body turning cold as his heart nearly stopped beating.

In an instant, a terrifying killing intent from the shadows locked onto him.

Damn it! Tang San is the Clear Sky Douluo's son. I've gravely wounded him and left him on the verge of death. How could the Clear Sky Douluo spare me? My life is over!

No, there's still a chance! As long as I kill Unrivaled Thief, then use Oscar's sausage to keep Tang San alive, I can survive—

Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his head. His eyes were blood-red as Soul Power surged around him violently.

In an instant, the ground beneath his feet exploded!

Web-like cracks spread wildly, and shattered rocks sprayed out like a rainstorm.

His burly body became a blurred afterimage, tearing the air apart with a piercing sonic boom.

"Wait!" Ye Zhiqiu gritted his teeth and blocked Zhao Wuji's path. Canghui Academy's emblem glinted coldly beneath the moonlight. "My lord Soul Saint, this matter..."

"Get lost!"

Before he could finish, Zhao Wuji's furious roar exploded like thunder, and the soundwave sent Ye Zhiqiu flying several yards away!

"Fifth Soul Skill, Position Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji activated his soul skill with a vicious grin. A line formed from condensed Soul Power instantly wrapped around Unrivaled Thief!

"You little bastard, let's see how you escape this time?!"

The air seemed to freeze as the shadow of death pressed down with tangible weight.

Yet Unrivaled Thief slowly raised his eyes.

A nearly demonic curve tugged at the corner of his mouth. Zhao Wuji's twisted face reflected in his pupils, but he looked as if he were watching a farce he had foreseen long ago.

"Are you sure the one you locked onto is really me?!"

At those words, Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted. His figure tore through the night like Gui Mei, charging out with overwhelming killing intent!

Threatening Tang Hao ### "He's coming?!"

Sensing Tang Hao's movement, Unrivaled Thief understood at once.

Then he looked teasingly at Zhao Wuji. "You locked onto me? Are you sure?"

His voice was light, yet it stabbed into Zhao Wuji's heart like a sharp blade.

Zhao Wuji's vicious grin froze on his face as he suddenly recalled the scene of Unrivaled Thief switching places with Tang San.

But he quickly recovered and snorted coldly. "My fifth soul skill locked onto you. Even if you switch places with Tang San, you absolutely can't evade this strike!"

"Really? And when did I ever say I was going to switch places with Tang San?"

Unrivaled Thief sneered. A leaf before him gave off an eerie green glow.

The Wind Seal raced through the leaf's veins, producing a powerful resonance with the mark on Tang San's body.

"Switch!"

With a low shout from him, Tang San, lying in a pool of blood, seemed to be yanked away by an invisible hand. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in Unrivaled Thief's grasp.

The verdant leaf drifted down into the pit, instantly soaking dark red with blood.

Unrivaled Thief grabbed Tang San by the back of his collar, like a dying wild rabbit lifted by a hunter.

"What?!" Zhao Wuji was startled and tried to interrupt his soul skill.

But how could a soul skill that had already been fully unleashed be interrupted so easily?

"Immovable Ming King." Unrivaled Thief drew out the words teasingly. "If that punch lands, Tang San's little life won't be saved!"

He deliberately raised Tang San's body high, making it perfectly clear to Zhao Wuji that Tang San was his shield!

Just as Zhao Wuji's attack was about to hit Tang San, a black shadow swept in with a fierce gust of wind and sent Zhao Wuji flying with a sharp smack!

"Boom!" Zhao Wuji crashed into the ground like a cannonball, kicking up clouds of dust.

A black figure descended like a demon god, terrifying Soul Power sweeping out like a tsunami and blasting away everything within a hundred feet!

Unrivaled Thief was no exception. He was directly blown more than a dozen yards away.

"Zhao Wuji, is this how you protect my son?!" Tang Hao's furious roar made everyone's eardrums ache.

Zhao Wuji scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state. A Soul Saint's dignity had been crushed to pieces, and he could only hoarsely defend himself. "Senior, that brat used some evil technique to switch positions. I..."

"Shut up!" Tang Hao's eyes were blood-red as the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand. "After I deal with him, I'll settle accounts with you!"

"Tsk, how domineering. You were clearly right beside him, yet you still expected others to protect your son. Don't tell me you're some Fallen Soul Master who can't show his face!"

Unrivaled Thief's teasing voice suddenly cut in. Others might not recognize the newcomer, but he knew exactly who it was.

"Junior, don't think you can act without restraint just because a Soul Douluo is secretly protecting you. Let Xiao San go, and I can grant you a quick death!"

Before Tang Hao had even finished speaking, nine Soul Rings suddenly bloomed beneath his feet!

"Boom!"

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—nine Soul Rings blazed like nine scorching suns, erupting with dazzling light in the night!

Especially the scarlet hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring. The instant it appeared, the entire space trembled!

Terrifying Soul Power pressure swept across the field like a tsunami!

"A-a Titled Douluo?!"

Ning Rongrong cried out. She was among the people present most familiar with Titled Douluo.

The pressure this black-robed man gave off was actually even stronger than Bone Douluo's.

Zhu Zhuqing's face went pale. She had never expected Tang San's father to be such a powerful Titled Douluo.

Ye Zhiqiu was closer, and he was merely an ordinary Soul King.

Under the pressure of a Titled Douluo, his knees gave out. He fell directly to the ground and fainted.

Zhao Wuji, who had been slapped away, also looked ashen. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he roared inwardly, Damn little bastard, you forced the Clear Sky Douluo to get serious!

Even Rebel Son and the other two, who had seen their share of grand scenes, could not help showing alarm.

They did not know that Mighty Lion Douluo was secretly protecting them, and they could not help worrying.

Yet Unrivaled Thief remained composed, keeping more than ten meters between himself and Tang Hao.

The pressure of a Titled Douluo, enough to suffocate ordinary people, could not shake him in the slightest.

Seeing this, Tang Hao took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked inch by inch!

"Boy, I'll warn you one last time." His voice was as cold as a spring in the depths of hell, every word carrying bone-piercing killing intent. "Let Xiao San go, and I'll leave you an intact corpse."

"Interesting. Then let's make a bet."

Unrivaled Thief was not cowed by his aura. Instead, he clamped one hand around Tang San's throat. "Let's bet on whether you kill me first, or I kill your son first!"

As he spoke, his hand tightened slightly. His sharp nails easily pierced Tang San's skin, and bright-red beads of blood immediately trickled down Tang San's neck.

Tang Hao stopped dead in his tracks, his blade-like gaze fixed firmly on Unrivaled Thief.

The entire space seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the air turned viscous.

Ning Rongrong instinctively covered her mouth, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Zhu Zhuqing's catlike eyes contracted, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

The same absurd thought flashed through both their minds!

He actually dared to threaten a Titled Douluo?!

"Boy..." Tang Hao's voice seemed to come from the icy depths of hell. "Are you threatening me?!"