Seeing this, Sword Douluo roared, "Lan Minghua, are you declaring war on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Put Fengzhi down at once!"
He hadn't expected Lan Minghua to completely disregard the usual rules. Things weren't going the way he and Ning Fengzhi had imagined at all.
Lan Minghua sneered. "These days, nobody's a fool. Everyone can tell good words from bad, so stop trying to scheme against this person and that. If I give you face, you're one of the Upper Three Sects. If I don't, what the hell is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Since they wanted to make themselves feel important by picking on him, they shouldn't blame him for using the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a stepping stone to bring the Heavenly Dragon Gang onto the mainland.
Ning Fengzhi's whole body shuddered, his eyes filling with terror. "Your Excellency, we were wrong! Whatever you want, I can compensate you!"
The dignified Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, was now begging for mercy like a dog.
But Ning Fengzhi's offer didn't move Lan Minghua in the slightest. His gaze remained cold.
He slowly raised his arm, lifting Ning Fengzhi completely off the ground until his feet dangled and he struggled to breathe.
"Dad! Lan Minghua, let go of my dad!" Ning Rongrong screamed in anguish.
Only now did she remember just how terrifying Lan Minghua's strength was.
But if you did something wrong, you had to take responsibility.
Simply saying "I was wrong" wouldn't make it go away.
Sword Douluo felt Lan Minghua's palpable killing intent and knew there would be no settling things peacefully today.
Lan Minghua tightened his grip slightly, and Ning Fengzhi's face quickly turned from pale to purplish blue.
He struggled wildly with his arms and legs, but it did no good.
As Ning Fengzhi's struggles grew weaker, Sword Douluo knew he couldn't just stand by.
Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi really would suffocate to death.
"Unrivaled Sword Intent, Long Sword Unsheathed—kill!"
Sword Douluo formed a sword sign with his fingers. A streak of light shot out from behind him and flew straight toward Lan Minghua.
"Master, look out!" Oscar and the other two cried out.
But Lan Minghua didn't move at all, keeping his grip on Ning Fengzhi.
Just as the streak of light struck Lan Minghua, Wu Song stepped forward.
He merely raised a hand and effortlessly caught the incoming sword light.
With a bang, he crushed it in his grasp.
"Someone like you thinks you can interfere with the Sect Master? Get lost!" he said coldly.
Wu Song's Soul Power surged, and nine Soul Rings appeared around him: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red.
"That's a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! The man before us is another Titled Douluo!"
Yu Xiaogang, who hadn't been in the picture at all, finally found a chance to speak.
Everyone looked toward Wu Song and saw the nine Soul Rings around him.
Everyone except Oscar and the other two sucked in a sharp breath.
Lan Minghua ignored their astonishment and spoke to Oscar and the other two.
"I'm going to teach you three a lesson. We don't go looking for trouble, but we aren't afraid of it either."
"If someone comes after us, kill them with overwhelming force. The strongest fist makes the rules."
Lan Minghua knew perfectly well that unless he trampled those people underfoot, how could they ever look up at him and acknowledge him as a strong person?
He'd always been too mild-mannered, so everyone thought they could take a few shots at him and carry out their ridiculous schemes.
Many people present probably didn't understand why Lan Minghua was so angry.
First, Ning Fengzhi had wanted Sword Douluo to provoke Lan Minghua, hoping to win Tang San's favor, as well as the favor of the Clear Sky Sect behind Tang Hao.
Second, he wanted to stand up for Ning Rongrong, have Sword Douluo test Lan Minghua's strength, and then smooth things over.
Third, if Sword Douluo defeated Lan Minghua, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could make a name for itself and make Spirit Hall wary of them.
If Ning Fengzhi's scheme really worked, wouldn't the Heavenly Dragon Gang be placed below them before it had even emerged?
Lan Minghua stared at Ning Fengzhi, whose struggles had gradually stopped, and said coldly, "You're so fond of scheming? In your next life, go be a computer."
With that, everyone heard a crack as Ning Fengzhi's neck snapped.
Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, was dead.
"Dad!"
"Fengzhi!"
Neither Ning Rongrong nor Sword Douluo had expected Lan Minghua to actually kill him.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly, then dropped to her knees with a thud. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out.
Sword Douluo's eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't believe Ning Fengzhi had been killed right in front of him.
"Seven Kills Thunderclap, one sword to split the sky! I'll kill you!"
Lan Minghua looked at the furious Sword Douluo and scoffed.
"Anger won't make you stronger. The thing a swordsman must stay farthest from is emotion. You've lost your composure. Let me teach you how to use a sword."
"Vmmm!!!"
The Seven Kill Sword shot through the air, Sword Qi filling the space. It was as if the very air had been sliced apart.
But Lan Minghua merely lifted his head slightly, and dragon scales spread over his arm.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
He struck out with a claw. With a clang, he caught the Seven Kill Sword in his hand as easily as if it were a toy.
"How is this possible? I put all my strength into that strike, and he blocked it so easily!"
Sword Douluo's eyes widened as if he'd witnessed something unbelievable.
Lan Minghua paid no attention to his shock and casually weighed the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.
Light. Far too light.
That was Lan Minghua's first impression of the Seven Kill Sword: it was extremely light.
How should he put it?
It was exactly what you'd expect from a weapon in the Fantasy Underworld.
As a man who had inherited Sword Nine Yellow's legacy, Lan Minghua began to assess Sword Douluo's swordsmanship.
"Listen, old man. A sword shouldn't feel this weightless. Yours is far too light. Let me teach you how to use a sword!"
Sword Douluo's expression changed, anger flaring in his eyes.
"I'm titled Sword because I'm the greatest swordsman on the mainland. Who are you to think you can teach me how to use a sword?"
Sword Douluo let out a low growl, Sword Qi surging all around him.
Then he formed a sword sign with his fingers and pointed sharply at Lan Minghua.
In an instant, the countless streams of Sword Qi behind him turned into sharp swords, raining down on Lan Minghua like arrows.
The moment the move was unleashed, Sword Qi filled the air and sword light blazed like a rainbow.
Zhao Wuji and the others felt a powerful aura of death emanating from it. It was as if their skin would be sliced open by the Sword Qi.
Yet Lan Minghua merely raised his eyes slightly at the rain of swords, a trace of scorn playing at the corner of his mouth.
"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 and casually waved his hand.
In an instant, even more domineering Sword Qi erupted from within him, and heaven and earth fell silent.
The menacing rain of swords met the far more powerful Sword Qi and was scattered in an instant.
Sword Douluo caught the returning Seven Kill Sword. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he hurriedly held the sword horizontally in front of him to block.
"Boom!!!"
With a tremendous crash, Sword Douluo was blasted into the air. He tumbled several times before landing on the ground in a sorry heap.
"H-How is this possible?!"
Sword Douluo's eyes trembled. He felt his sword had been completely suppressed, with no room to fight back at all.
He hadn't even noticed the thin line of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Lan Minghua lifted a hand, and the Peerless Sword Box appeared out of thin air.
"Watch closely, old fool. This is how you use a sword. Sword One—With One Stroke, I Clear the Dust and Set Dragons and Serpents Roaming."
He struck the Peerless Sword Box with his palm. Both sides sprang open, revealing a row of peerlessly sharp swords lying quietly inside.
Lan Minghua beckoned with one hand, and a long sword flew out of the box. Its blade coursed like a dragon or serpent, Sword Qi shooting skyward.
The long sword raced forward, a stream of Sword Qi shaped like a dragon and serpent carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth as it charged straight toward Sword Douluo.
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