Douluo: Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

Sword Douluo roared, "Lan Minghua, are you trying to be an enemy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Let go of Fengzhi immediately!"

He hadn't expected Lan Minghua to play such an unconventional hand, completely unlike what he and Ning Fengzhi had anticipated.

Lan Minghua sneered, "No one is stupid these days. Everyone understands plain talk. Stop trying to scheme and calculate all the time. I show you respect because you're one of the Upper Three Sects. If I don't show you respect, what is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect worth?"

Since they wanted to make a name for themselves by targeting him, he wouldn't mind stepping on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to make the Heavenly Dragon Gang known across the continent.

Ning Fengzhi's body and mind trembled violently, his eyes filled with terror. "Your Excellency, we were wrong! Whatever you want, I can compensate you!"

At this moment, the Sect Master of the dignified Upper Three Sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was begging for mercy like a dog.

However, Lan Minghua was unmoved by Ning Fengzhi's promise, his gaze icy.

He slowly raised his arm, lifting Ning Fengzhi completely off the ground, making him struggle to breathe.

"Dad! Lan Minghua, let my dad go quickly!" Ning Rongrong screamed in grief and indignation.

Only now did she remember how terrifying Lan Minghua's strength was.

But mistakes must be accounted for.

A simple "I was wrong" wouldn't make it disappear.

Sword Douluo felt Lan Minghua's palpable killing intent and knew that today's matter could not end peacefully.

Lan Minghua slightly tightened his grip, and Ning Fengzhi's face rapidly turned from pale to purplish-blue.

He struggled frantically with his hands and feet, but it was to no avail.

Watching Ning Fengzhi's struggles weaken, Sword Douluo knew he couldn't just stand by.

Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi would truly suffocate to death.

"Unrivaled Sword Intent, sword edge emerges, kill!"

Sword Douluo formed a sword finger, and a beam of sword light shot out from behind him, flying directly towards Lan Minghua.

"Master, be careful!" Oscar and the other two shouted a warning.

However, Lan Minghua made no move, merely maintaining his grip on Ning Fengzhi.

Just as the sword light was about to strike Lan Minghua, Wu Song stepped forward from the side.

He simply raised his hand and effortlessly caught the incoming sword light.

With a bang, the sword light was crushed.

He coldly stated, "You think you can stop the Sect Master with just this? Get lost!"

Wu Song's soul power surged, and nine soul rings appeared: Yellow Yellow Purple Purple Black Black Black Black Red.

"Those are Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings! The person before us is also a Titled Douluo!"

Yu Xiaogang, who had no visual feed, finally found an opportunity to speak.

Everyone looked at Wu Song and also noticed the nine soul rings on his body.

Except for Oscar and the other two, the rest gasped in shock.

Lan Minghua ignored everyone's astonishment and spoke to Oscar and the other two.

"Now I will teach you three a lesson. We don't seek trouble, but we are not afraid of it."

"If someone steps on us, we will strike them down with thunderous force. Might makes right."

Lan Minghua knew very well that if he didn't crush those people under his feet, how would they ever look up to him and acknowledge him as a strong individual?

It was precisely because he usually appeared too gentle that everyone thought they could step on him and carry out their ridiculous schemes.

Many people present might not understand why Lan Minghua lost his temper so severely.

Firstly, Ning Fengzhi wanted Sword Douluo to provoke Lan Minghua, thereby gaining the favor of Tang San and the favor of the Clear Sky Sect behind Tang Hao.

Secondly, to vent Ning Rongrong's anger, and at the same time, let Sword Douluo test Lan Minghua's strength, and finally, to resolve the conflict.

Thirdly, if Sword Douluo defeated Lan Minghua, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could gain fame and make Martial Soul Hall wary of them.

If Ning Fengzhi's scheme were to truly succeed, wouldn't the Heavenly Dragon Gang be considered inferior before even appearing?

Lan Minghua stared at Ning Fengzhi, who was no longer struggling, and said coldly, "If you want to scheme so badly, you can be a computer in your next life."

With that, everyone heard a crack as Ning Fengzhi's neck was snapped.

Of the Upper Three Sects, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, is dead.

"Dad!"

"Fengzhi!"

Ning Rongrong and Sword Douluo had not expected Lan Minghua to actually kill him.

Ning Rongrong's eyes went blank, and she fell to her knees with a thud, her mouth agape, unable to make a sound.

Sword Douluo's eyes were about to split open. He hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to be killed right before his eyes.

"Seven Killings Thunder Rises, One Sword Shatters the Firmament! I will kill you!"

Lan Minghua looked at the enraged Sword Douluo and sneered.

"Anger won't make you stronger. The sword must be kept far from emotions. Your mind is chaotic. Let me teach you how a sword is truly used."

"Buzz!!!"

The Seven Kill Sword tore through the air, its sword energy crisscrossing, as if the very space was being ripped apart.

However, Lan Minghua merely looked up slightly, and then a layer of dragon scales covered his arm.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

He unleashed a claw strike, and with a clang, the Seven Kill Sword was caught in Lan Minghua's hand as if it were a toy.

"How is this possible? My full-power strike, and it was blocked so easily!"

Sword Douluo's eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Lan Minghua ignored his shock and, on his own, weighed the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

Light, too light.

Lan Minghua's first impression of the Seven Kill Sword was that it was incredibly light.

How to put it?

It could only be said that it was worthy of being called the Fantasy Underworld.

As the man who inherited Sword Nine Yellow, Lan Minghua began to evaluate Sword Douluo's swordsmanship.

"Old man here is telling you, swords aren't supposed to be this weightless. Your sword is too light. Let me teach you how a sword is supposed to be used!"

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo's expression changed drastically, and anger ignited in his eyes.

"My title is Sword, meaning I am the strongest swordsman on this continent. Who do you think you are, to presume to teach me how to use a sword!"

Sword Douluo let out a low roar, his entire body surging with sword energy.

Then, he formed a sword finger with his hand and pointed sharply at Lan Minghua.

In an instant, the boundless sword energy behind him transformed into countless sharp swords, descending upon Lan Minghua like a rain of arrows.

With this move, sword energy crisscrossed, and sword light shone like a rainbow.

Zhao Wuji and the others felt a strong sense of death emanating from it, their skin feeling as if it were about to be sliced open by the sword energy.

However, Lan Minghua merely raised his eyes, looking at the torrent of sword rain, a cold sneer appearing on his lips.

"You say I don't know how to use a sword? Then let me show you what true swordsmanship is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Minghua flung the Seven Kill Sword back while casually waving his hand.

Suddenly, even more overbearing sword energy erupted from within him, and the world fell silent in an instant.

The originally surging torrent of sword rain was instantly scattered by the more powerful sword energy.

Sword Douluo, using the Seven Kill Sword that had flown back, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needles, and he quickly held his sword in front to block.

"BOOM!!!"

With a deafening roar, Sword Douluo was blasted flying. He tumbled several times in the air before landing on the ground in a sorry state.

"How, how is this possible?!"

Sword Douluo's pupils trembled violently. He felt that his sword had been completely suppressed, with no room to even resist.

And he hadn't even noticed that a trickle of blood was already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Lan Minghua raised his hand and beckoned, and the Peerless Sword Box appeared out of thin air.

"Old Thing, watch closely. This is how a sword is used. Sword One, one sword opens the dust, a dragon and snake."

He struck the Peerless Sword Box with his palm, and the sides of the Peerless Sword Box suddenly spread apart, revealing rows of incomparably sharp swords lying quietly within.

Lan Minghua reached out and beckoned, and a long sword flew out from the sword box. The sword body moved like a dragon and snake, and its sword energy soared into the sky.

The long sword sped forward, and a sword energy, like a dragon and snake, carrying world-destroying might, shot straight towards Sword Douluo.