Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

Instantly, the surface of the Great Sumeru Hammer, as smooth as a mirror, cracked like a spiderweb, spreading out from the point of collision with the Dragon Claw Hand.

"How can this be? The Great Sumeru Hammer, with its Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring exploded, still can't suppress him!"

Tang Hao felt the Great Sumeru Hammer unable to press down even a fraction further. His eyes widened in utter shock.

He was confident that with this strike, even the Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu would not dare to meet it head-on.

Yet, Lan Minghua, a nobody of no renown, actually blocked it.

In fact, he not only blocked it but instantly turned the tables.

Sensing the considerable pressure from the Great Sumeru Hammer, Lan Minghua became slightly more serious.

After all, during the Battle of Jialing Pass, Tang Hao could contend with the Level 98 Golden Crocodile Douluo by exploding a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Now he had exploded a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, his strength might have advanced further.

However, he was facing Wretched Fate Hua at his peak combat strength, who could kill even gods.

Lan Minghua exerted force with his arm, and the cracks on the Great Sumeru Hammer erupted with dazzling golden light.

The Great Sumeru Hammer shattered inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, the massive scarlet Dharma image also instantly disintegrated.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand became tattered, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

His martial soul was damaged, and he himself suffered a backlash.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, and with a poof, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, Tang Hao's eyes held nothing but fear.

His only thought was to escape!

However, Lan Minghua had no intention of letting him go.

He found a precise spot and stepped onto the void, arriving behind Tang Hao almost instantaneously.

"You think you can come and go as you please? Do you really think I have no temper?"

Lan Minghua's voice was calm, but to Tang Hao's ears, it sounded like the voice of death.

Without giving him a chance to react, Lan Minghua used his hand as a blade, and with a swift chop, severed Tang Hao's right arm.

Tang Hao's eyes widened in terror as he watched his right arm fly away from him. Enduring the intense pain, he quickly fled.

Lan Minghua let out a cold laugh, grabbed Tang Hao's left leg, and kicked him at the root of his thigh.

With a ripping sound, he forcefully tore off Tang Hao's entire left leg.

However, he used this impact to flee desperately into the distance, giving it his all.

As for Tang San and Xiao Wu, they had no time to care.

They were already like clay bodhisattvas crossing a river, how could they manage others?

Lan Minghua glanced at him but did not pursue.

There was no need; Tang Hao was already a cripple.

Having lost his right arm and left leg, he had lost the two high-quality soul bones bestowed upon him by the Clear Sky Sect.

They might not have been Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, but they were at least fifty thousand year soul bones.

In the original work, removing these two soul bones from him had reduced his soul power by a full 20 levels.

Now, after suffering such a heavy blow, he would only become weaker.

Coupled with the damage to his body from Exploding Rings, even if Tang Hao survived, he would at most be a Soul Saint, or perhaps not even reach the Soul Saint level.

Moreover, even if he survived, he would be a cripple.

For Tang Hao, living a pathetic life was the best punishment for him.

Just a few years ago, he had decided to end his pathetic life and make a comeback, and now he had become a cripple.

He could only live a pathetic life.

Lan Minghua, holding Tang Hao's right arm and left leg, descended directly from the air.

Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others from Shrek were all stunned.

Especially Flender, who knew who the black-robed person was.

Lan Minghua threw the leg and arm onto the ground, retracted his aura, and appeared nonchalant, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Oh, why are you all up? It's my fault for not keeping the commotion down."

Lan Minghua said somewhat sheepishly as he looked at the people around him.

Flender calmed his inner shock and respectfully stepped forward, lowering his head and saying respectfully.

"I did not know Your Excellency was here. I offended you some days ago, please forgive me."

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others swallowed hard, their faces filled with horror.

"Your Excellency" was the respectful title given to Titled Douluo by others, besides their own titles.

They never imagined that Lan Minghua, who looked like a vagrant, was actually a Titled Douluo.

After Zhao Wuji and the others reacted, they all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Lan Minghua, and greeted him in unison.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

Lan Minghua waved his hand, a look of disdain on his face: "What 'Your Excellency', just call me Huazi."

'Your Excellency', that title didn't suit him.

Flender finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, recalling his actions just now, he felt immense regret.

When Tang Hao made a move against Lan Minghua, he had fled.

He didn't believe Lan Minghua hadn't noticed his strength, and he had missed a chance to climb high.

But Flender quickly thought of an alternative solution, his tone a little stiff, and he mustered the courage to ask.

"That... Huazi, why are you here at Shrek?"

"Of course, it's to take disciples, didn't I tell you long ago? It's so boring outside!" Lan Minghua's tone was still calm.

Flender felt the opportunity had arrived and immediately recommended Dai Mubai and the others.

"Huazi, what do you think of Mubai and Hongjun? They are both geniuses no less than Oscar. Would you like to take them as disciples too?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's faces immediately fell, feeling as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.

They had just mocked Oscar not long ago, and now they were going to become Lan Minghua's disciples, wouldn't that make them Oscar's junior brothers?

However, the two quickly came to their senses, their faces filled with anticipation.

Being junior brothers was fine, as the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.

With a Titled Douluo as their Master, who would dare not give them some respect when they went out? They were about to kneel and formally request to become disciples.

Lan Minghua glanced at the two of them with disdain and directly refused: "Forget them, I have no master-disciple fate with them. You should seek other opportunities."

Although he spoke tactfully, he clearly refused.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun froze, suspended in mid-air.

They were neither kneeling nor not kneeling, their faces burning with shame.

They were indeed geniuses, with System Talent Scores above 80.

But Lan Minghua had said long ago that he considered three things when taking disciples.

Feeling first, character second, and talent third.

Even with great talent, if the feeling wasn't right or their character was poor, he wouldn't take them as a disciple.

Lan Minghua ignored Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, whose faces had turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He figured they wouldn't dare say anything anyway.

Then, pointing at Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, he said softly, "You two, carry the arm and leg on the ground and follow me."

Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing each picked up the right arm and left leg and followed behind Lan Minghua.

Only when Lan Minghua's figure disappeared from sight did Ma Hongjun grumble indignantly.

"Tch, fine if you don't want to take me, as if anyone wants to be your disciple!"

Flender's face changed drastically, and he quickly stepped in front of Ma Hongjun.

However, a Slipper flew past him at an even faster speed, accurately smacking Ma Hongjun across the face.

Ma Hongjun's entire face contorted. As he flew backward, teeth sprayed out of his mouth, mixed with blood.

He crashed into the collapsed house and fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Only then did Lan Minghua's voice drift over faintly.

"Tell Little Fatty that if there's a next time, I'll sew his mouth shut."

Lan Minghua wasn't someone without a temper. Ma Hongjun had provoked him repeatedly; did he really think he had no temper?