Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

This is the source of Lan Minghua's confidence; he doesn't take Tang Hao seriously.

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In an instant, an incomparably majestic power raged within Lan Minghua's body like a breached dam.

At this moment, the entire world changed in his eyes.

What was previously imperceptible, Tang Hao's movements, now became slow and clear.

Tang Hao, who was charging forward, felt a jolt of panic, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be loosed.

He rushed into the room and threw out a punch, intending to smash Lan Minghua's head directly.

The fist wind howled, and the air in the room was instantly sucked dry, making one feel suffocated.

However, Lan Minghua simply raised his hand and grabbed Tang Hao's fist.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the wooden wall behind Lan Minghua was shattered by the fist wind.

Lan Minghua's hair danced wildly, his clothes fluttered, but he didn't retreat a single step.

"How is this possible? He actually blocked my full-power attack!"

Tang Hao's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

His mouth hung open in shock, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

Zhao Wuji and Flender, who were not accustomed to alcohol, felt the disturbance and immediately used their spirit energy to dispel their drunkenness and stood up.

"What's happening?!"

The two looked closely and saw Lan Minghua confronting the mysterious black-robed man.

Zhao Wuji was furious, his spirit energy surging, and his seven spirit rings appeared.

"How dare you touch someone from Shrek, you're asking for death!"

But just as he was about to charge at the black-robed man, a strange phenomenon occurred.

Terrifying spirit energy seemed to be about to break through the room, and nine spirit rings appeared: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

"Titled... Titled Douluo?!"

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Zhao Wuji's forehead, and his body froze in place.

Flender pushed up his glasses and looked at the outline of the face under the black robe, a thought dawning on him.

He didn't step forward, but instead took a step back, choosing not to get involved.

Lan Minghua caught Flender's movement, a hint of disdain curling his lips.

Zhao Wuji didn't retreat. It was unclear if he was frozen in fear or intending to help.

Either way, it was better than Flender, at least in Lan Minghua's eyes.

After all, someone had treated him to a meal and promised to help him through this ordeal.

Therefore, he couldn't let Zhao Wuji get hurt.

"Old Zhao, you should go back. You can't help in a battle of this level," Lan Minghua said.

Lan Minghua lightly waved his hand, sending Zhao Wuji out of the room. He then turned to look playfully at Tang Hao, who was furiously throwing punches.

"Sneaking an attack late at night instead of sleeping? Are you some kind of wanted criminal? After all, only desperate people act like this."

Upon hearing the word "wanted criminal," Tang Hao's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot rage, and killing intent erupted from him.

"Die!"

Driven by this frenzied killing intent, his other arm suddenly exerted force, whipping through the air with a whistling gust like a cannonball smashing towards Lan Minghua's head.

The punch roared, tearing through the air in the room with a "hissing" sound due to the fierce power.

Lan Minghua had anticipated this. The moment Tang Hao threw his punch, his gaze was sharp, his eyes colder than ever.

His right leg moved faster than Tang Hao's punch, like a swift spear, carrying a whistling wind as it powerfully kicked Tang Hao's jaw from bottom to top.

The force of this kick was immense, and a sharp explosive sound seemed to echo in the air.

At such close range, Tang Hao had no time to defend himself.

"Crack!"

In an instant, his jaw was shattered by the kick, teeth flying out of his mouth along with blood.

Lan Minghua didn't choose to kick his head in, to avoid getting blood on himself.

He released his grip on Tang Hao and applied a second burst of force with his foot.

Tang Hao's body, like a cannonball fired from a massive cannon, crashed straight through the house and shot upwards uncontrollably.

With a deafening "boom," the house, under his impact, was like paper. The roof was instantly smashed open, creating a huge hole.

Lan Minghua wasn't planning to let Tang Hao go just yet. Golden light erupted all over him, and he shot up from the ground.

Instantly, wood chips flew everywhere, and the gale caused the already precarious house to collapse with a bang.

Flender stood dumbfounded, never expecting Lan Minghua's strength to be so formidable.

That man was actually no match for him either.

Doesn't that mean Lan Minghua is at least a Titled Douluo!

Zhao Wuji witnessed the earth-shattering scene, his eyes instantly widened, his eyeballs seeming about to pop out of their sockets.

His jaw slowly dropped uncontrollably, as if an invisible force was forcefully pulling it down.

His mouth opened into a huge "O" shape, large enough to fit an ostrich egg.

The entire person was as if frozen, standing stock-still in place, his mind a complete blank.

Lan Minghua had actually sent flying a Titled Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

It wasn't over yet. Lan Minghua rose like the morning sun, and the dim Suotuo City suddenly lit up as if it were daytime.

Tang Hao had no time to wail. He felt a pressure from Lan Minghua even more terrifying than Qian Daoliu's.

Slaughter God's Domain!

Clear Sky True Body!

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, Explode Ring!

To survive, Tang Hao even exploded his wife's soul ring.

In an instant, two beams of golden and red light clashed in the air, one above and one below.

Heaven and earth phenomena occurred, and a fierce wind suddenly rose. The sleeping Shrek group members all woke up.

They appeared outside the dormitory, looking at the phenomenon in the sky, their faces ashen with fear.

Tang San saw the scarlet Dharma image, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of needles.

That's Father!

Xiao Wu, who had transformed from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, felt the world-ending soul power and trembled in fear, squatting on the ground and covering her ears.

Lan Minghua had anticipated Tang Hao's desperate measures, but he hadn't expected him to be willing to explode a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Tang Hao's aura was fierce, his eyes wide with anger, exuding a chilling majesty.

The scarlet Dharma image raised the Clear Sky Hammer in its hand. The Clear Sky Hammer grew at an astonishing speed.

The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand this powerful force.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao controlled his Dharma Idol, smashing down the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Clear Sky Hammer tore through the sky, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound, as if to suppress everything.

However, such terrifying might did not cause even a ripple in Lan Minghua's eyes.

His right hand formed into a claw, golden light rippling.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

Golden light converged on Lan Minghua's arm, transforming into golden dragon scales. His entire arm looked no different from a true dragon's arm.

With this single claw, unadorned and direct, he met the massive crimson Dharma Idol.

Compared to Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer, Lan Minghua's figure was like a speck of dust.

But upon collision, Lan Minghua's body erupted in golden light, possessing the grand momentum of a great river flowing upstream.

Tang Hao's Slaughter God's Domain, crimson in color, met the golden light and melted away like snow, as if encountering its natural enemy.

Lan Minghua's lips curved slightly. He tightened his grip with the Dragon Claw Hand, and with a crack, easily tore into the Great Sumeru Hammer.