Chapter 42 Ning Fengzhi, Dead.
Lan Minghua listened to the provocative words, his face full of confusion.
What, Sword Douluo? Have I offended you?
But looking at Ning Rongrong beside Sword Douluo with a smug expression, Lan Minghua immediately realized something. He
was so angry he laughed.
As expected of the little witch, you hold a grudge against me just because I didn't take you as my disciple?
Do you really think you're a genius?
Lan Minghua already had a bad impression of Ning Rongrong, and now he was even more certain that not taking her as his disciple was the right choice.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Ning Fengzhi stepped forward to smooth things over: "Teacher, Uncle Sword is just angry, please forgive him."
Ning Fengzhi had secretly investigated Lan Minghua.
The information said he was a very easy-going and unpretentious Title Douluo.
Sword Douluo's actions not only demonstrated the strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School but also subtly won over the genius Tang San.
This was a win-win situation.
Otherwise, given his businessman's nature, how could he have allowed Sword Douluo to provoke a Title Douluo?
However, Ning Fengzhi miscalculated.
Lan Minghua was furious, extremely furious.
He had been keeping a low profile recently because his true strength wasn't that great, and he had been relying on experience cards.
He was trying to avoid showing off as much as possible.
Now, his overall strength was equivalent to a level 98 Title Douluo, did you really think he was a pushover?
Someone anyone could bully?!
Lan Minghua sneered, coldly staring at Ning Fengzhi: "What, does everyone think I'm easygoing? Do they think I won't easily make a move, and can come and kick me while I'm down?"
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank sharply, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped his heart.
"Han Han, Han Han my ass!"
Lan Minghua's words shocked everyone present.
In an instant, a terrifying aura rose from his body.Ads by PubRev
Ning Fengzhi's eyes suddenly widened, his gaze blank, staring at Lan Minghua in disbelief.
This was completely different from the information he had collected!
The next moment, Lan Minghua's aura completely vanished, seemingly reverting to his harmless appearance.
However, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop to freezing.
Lan Minghua took a step forward, appearing in front of Ning Fengzhi in an instant.
Ning Fengzhi's talent might not be low, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda limited his soul power to level seventy-nine.
Faced with Lan Minghua's sudden appearance, he had no chance to react at all.
He could be said to have been both made and destroyed by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
"W-what do you want to do?!" Ning Fengzhi could no longer maintain his calm demeanor, his eyes revealing terror.
Lan Minghua's face was cold, and he suddenly reached out, grabbing Ning Fengzhi's neck.
With only level seventy-nine soul power, Ning Fengzhi had no ability to resist.
Seeing this, Sword Douluo roared, "Lan Minghua, are you going to make an enemy of the Seven Treasure Glazed
Tile School? Put Fengzhi down immediately!" He hadn't expected Lan Minghua to act so unpredictably, completely unlike what he and Ning Fengzhi had anticipated.
Lan Minghua sneered, "Nobody's stupid these days. Everyone understands good and bad words. Stop trying to scheme against this and that. I'm giving you face because you're one of the three upper sects. If I didn't, what would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School be?"
Since they wanted to gain recognition from him, they shouldn't blame him for using the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to make the Heavenly Dragon Gang appear on the continent.
Ning Fengzhi trembled violently, his eyes filled with terror: "Your Majesty, we were wrong! Whatever you want, I can compensate you!"
At this moment, the dignified sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the three upper sects, was begging for mercy like a dog.
However, Lan Minghua was unmoved by Ning Fengzhi's promise, his eyes icy cold.
He slowly raised his arm, lifting Ning Fengzhi off the ground, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Dad! Lan Minghua, let go of my dad!" Ning Rongrong screamed in grief and anger.
Only now did she realize how terrifying Lan Minghua's strength was. "If you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility.
It's not something that can be erased with a simple 'I was wrong.'
" Sword Douluo sensed Lan Minghua's palpable killing intent and knew that things wouldn't end well today.
Lan Minghua slightly tightened his grip, and Ning Fengzhi's face quickly turned from pale to bluish-purple.
He struggled frantically with his hands and feet, but to no avail.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi's struggles weakening, Sword Douluo knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die.
Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi would truly suffocate.
"Peerless Sword Intent, Longsword Strike, Kill!"
Sword Douluo formed a sword finger, and a beam of sword light shot out from behind him, flying straight towards Lan Minghua.
"Master, be careful!" Oscar and the other two cried out in warning.
However, Lan Minghua didn't move, only maintaining his grip on Ning Fengzhi.
Just as the sword light struck Lan Minghua, Wu Song stepped forward.
He simply raised his hand and easily caught the incoming sword light.
With a bang, the sword light was shattered.
He coldly said, "You think you can interfere with the sect leader? Get out of here!"
Wu Song's soul power surged, and nine soul rings—yellow, purple, black, black, black, and red—appeared.
"Those are 100,000-year soul rings! The person before us is actually a Title Douluo!"
Yu Xiaogang, who hadn't been seen in the background, finally found an opportunity to speak.
Everyone looked at Wu Song and noticed the nine soul rings on his body.
Except for Oscar and his two companions, everyone else gasped in shock.
Lan Minghua ignored the crowd's astonishment and said to Oscar and his two companions,
"Now I'll teach you three a lesson. We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."
"If someone steps on our heads, we'll kill them with lightning speed. Might makes right."
Lan Minghua clearly knew that if he didn't trample those people under his feet, how could they look up to him and acknowledge him as a strong person?
It was because he usually acted too mildly that everyone thought they could step on him and perfect their ridiculous schemes.
Many people present probably didn't understand why Lan Minghua was so angry.
Firstly, Ning Fengzhi wanted Sword Douluo to provoke Lan Minghua, thereby gaining Tang San's favor and the goodwill of the Clear Sky Sect behind Tang Hao.
Secondly, it was to avenge Ning Rongrong, while also letting Sword Douluo test Lan Minghua's strength, and finally settle the matter peacefully.
Thirdly, if Sword Douluo defeated Lan Minghua, it would bring fame to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and make the Spirit Hall wary of them.
If Ning Fengzhi's schemes were to succeed, wouldn't the Heavenly Dragon Gang be inferior even before they emerged?
Lan Minghua stared at the slowly unstruggling Ning Fengzhi and coldly said, "So eager to scheme, you'll be a computer in your next life."
With that, everyone heard a crack, and Ning Fengzhi's neck was snapped. Ning Fengzhi,
the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the three upper sects, was dead.
"Father!"
"Fengzhi!"
Ning Rongrong and Sword Douluo hadn't expected Lan Minghua to actually kill her.
Ning Rongrong's eyes were glazed, and she knelt on the ground with a thud, her mouth open but unable to utter a sound.
Sword Douluo was furious, his eyes blazing with rage. He hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to be killed right before his eyes.
"Seven Killing Thunderclap, one sword cleaves the sky! I'll kill you!"
Lan Minghua sneered at the enraged Sword Douluo.
"Anger won't make you stronger. The sword must stay far away from emotion. Your heart is in turmoil; let me teach you how to wield a sword."
(End of Chapter)
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