Douluo: Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

The long sword tore through the air as it passed, emitting a piercing shriek.

Sword Douluo's pupils contracted sharply, and he hastily raised his sword to block, his surrounding sword Qi surging towards the incoming long sword.

However, his sword Qi was like thin paper before Lan Minghua's sword Qi, shattered in an instant.

In a flash, the long sword struck the body of the Seven Kill Sword.

"Clang!!!"

With a deafening roar, Sword Douluo felt an irresistible force surge from the sword.

In the next moment, he felt as if his entire body was pierced by ten thousand swords, sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

The Seven Kill Sword in his hand developed a chip, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the sword hilt.

Lan Minghua glanced at Sword Douluo, who had fallen to the ground, and said calmly, "The way of the sword lies not in strength, but in the heart. If your heart is not still, your sword cannot be pure."

Sword Douluo knelt on one knee, blood dripping from his tiger's mouth, staining the ground red.

But the flames of unwillingness still burned in his eyes, refusing to believe he had no chance of winning.

He slowly stood up, gripping the chipped Seven Kill Sword tightly in his hand.

"I refuse to accept this!" Sword Douluo roared, his voice hoarse and resolute.

His body surged forward like a wounded beast, charging at Lan Minghua with his last ounce of madness.

Although the Seven Kill Sword had a chip, Sword Douluo's momentum reached its peak at this moment.

"Sword Grandpa, kill him, kill him for me!" Ning Rongrong cried, still wanting Lan Minghua dead.

However, Lan Minghua stood calmly, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Sword Qi surged around him, and the second sword from his sheath was drawn.

A wild look flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes, and his Ninth Soul Ring lit up.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Gods and Demons Twin Slash!"

Instantly, two massive beams of sword Qi, one black and one white, shot across the sky, directly slashing at Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua did not wait to be struck, softly chanting, "Sword Two, Two Principles Mutual Generation Twin Lotus."

Two long swords flew across the sky, meeting Sword Douluo's black and white sword Qi.

However, the moment the long swords collided with the black and white sword Qi, the outcome was decided.

The black and white sword Qi were shattered in an instant, dissipating into countless light spots in the air.

Sword Douluo's pupils contracted sharply, he couldn't believe his eyes.

His ninth spirit ability, his strongest attack, was actually disintegrated so easily.

Lan Minghua's lips curved slightly. His Sword Two, Twin Lotus, was far more than just this.

Before Sword Douluo could react, two long swords flashed past like lightning.

He only felt a coolness in both arms, followed by a piercing pain.

Looking down, he saw both arms had been severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out.

"Ah!!!"

Sword Douluo's realization came late, and he let out a tragic scream to the heavens.

"Sword Grandpa!"

Ning Rongrong's face turned ashen, and she covered her mouth, running over.

Seeing Sword Douluo's miserable state, her heart was filled with immense sorrow.

She had thought that throwing a tantrum this time would still be smoothed over by Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.

However, Ning Rongrong had misjudged Lan Minghua's strength and personality, leading to Ning Fengzhi's death.

Even the Level 96 Sword Douluo had his arms severed by Lan Minghua with his most skilled sword, rendering him a cripple.

Now she regretted it, immensely.

Ning Rongrong believed it was all her fault and was filled with self-blame.

If she hadn't thrown a tantrum, her father wouldn't have died, and Sword Grandpa wouldn't have had his arms severed.

Seeing her expression, Lan Minghua understood, scoffing inwardly.

Who do you think you are, Ning Rongrong? Did you really think a few words of slander could make me angry?

The reason for my thunderous action was mainly because your old man, Ning Fengzhi, was too detestable.

Always plotting this and that, truly thinking his schemes were flawless.

Others might have tolerated his little tricks because he was the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with two Titled Douluo by his side.

Even if they saw through it, they could only let him act as he pleased due to the disparity in power.

But I don't tolerate his bad habits. When his schemes target me directly, why would I keep him alive for the New Year?

In summary, neither Ning Fengzhi's death nor Sword Douluo's crippling has much to do with you, Ning Rongrong. Don't flatter yourself too much.

Lan Minghua glanced at Sword Douluo, who had lost his fighting spirit, and didn't continue his attack.

There was no need to.

His sword, his hands, his pride – all had been shattered at this moment.

Leaving him alive would help spread the Heavenly Dragon Gang's reputation. Why not?

Lan Minghua simply waved at Zhao Wuji and said softly, "Old Zhao, go tend to your wounds first. Remember to treat me to a drink when you've recovered."

With that, he led Wu Song and the other three back to his dormitory, leaving the dumbfounded members of Shrek Academy behind.

Yu Xiaogang watched Lan Minghua's retreating figure, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Gui Mei and Yue Guan in the Martial Soul Hall regained consciousness.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong quickly asked, "Yue Guan, Gui Mei, what exactly happened to you during this time?"

Upon seeing Bibi Dong, Yue Guan wailed with a tear-streaked face.

"Your Excellency Pope, the continent is about to change!"

Balak Kingdom, Shrek Academy.

Oscar watched Lan Minghua's back and swallowed.

It was also his first time seeing Lan Minghua so angry, directly killing Ning Rongrong's father.

Not only that, but even Sword Douluo had his arms severed by the very sword he was most skilled with.

Even though he was still alive, his Dao heart was shattered, and he had completely become a cripple.

Watching Lan Minghua whistle as he walked ahead, Oscar asked tremblingly, "Master, why do you have such great animosity towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Lan Minghua rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "You're still young and don't understand the reasons. I don't blame you."

Oscar frantically ran his hands through his hair, almost pulling it all out, but still couldn't figure it out.

After all, in his understanding, at most, Ning Rongrong would have complained to Sword Douluo, and Sword Douluo would have stepped out for her.

And then, there was no "then."

"Master, what exactly is the reason?!"

Lan Minghua didn't answer Oscar and said softly, "Too lazy to explain. Figure it out yourself."

Oscar felt like crying, feeling that his Master had neglected him after getting a Junior Sister.

Just then, Zhu Zhuqing behind him explained, "It's because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to make a name for themselves by stepping on Master, that's why Master is angry."

As someone from the Star Luo Empire's Hell Spirit Cat clan, she could see this clearly.

Oscar was stunned, not expecting those few words to contain so much information.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to make a name for themselves by stepping on Master?!

He racked his brain but couldn't figure it out; he really wasn't that smart.

Lan Minghua was also quite surprised to hear Zhu Zhuqing's explanation, not expecting such a young girl to be able to see it.

However, this further confirmed his suspicions.

It wasn't that others didn't know Ning Fengzhi was scheming; they knew, but they simply didn't have enough power to confront him.

If even a twelve-year-old girl like Zhu Zhuqing knew, how could the old foxes in other factions not know?

After all, a certain Immortal Venerable once said: Never underestimate others' intelligence; only fools think others are foolish.

And Ning Fengzhi was that true fool.

However, he had already paid the price for his stupidity, and it was too late to say anything now.

Oscar was furious upon learning the real reason.