Ning Fengzhi, dead.

Chapter 42 Ning Fengzhi, dead.

Lan Minghua looked puzzled as he listened to the provocative words.

What's wrong, Sword Douluo? Have I offended you?

However, seeing Ning Rongrong looking smug next to Sword Douluo, Lan Minghua immediately realized something.

He was so angry he laughed.

As expected of a little witch, you hold a grudge against me just because I didn't take you as my apprentice?

Does he really think he's a genius?

Lan Minghua already had a bad impression of Ning Rongrong, and now he was even more convinced that not taking her as his apprentice was the right choice.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Ning Fengzhi stepped forward to smooth things over: "Teacher, Uncle Jian is just angry, please forgive him."

Ning Feng had secretly investigated Lan Minghua.

The information says he is a very easy-going and unpretentious titled Douluo.

By doing this, Sword Douluo could not only demonstrate the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but also subtly win over the genius Tang San.

This is truly killing two birds with one stone.

Otherwise, given his businessman's nature, how could he have allowed Sword Douluo to provoke a Title Douluo?

However, Ning Fengzhi miscalculated.

Lan Minghua is very angry right now, really very angry.

He kept a low profile recently because his actual strength wasn't that great; he was relying on experience cards.

That means trying to be as pretentious as possible.

Now his overall strength is equivalent to a level 98 Title Douluo, do you really think he's an easy target?

Anyone can just pinch it a couple of times?!

Lan Minghua scoffed, staring coldly at Ning Fengzhi: "What, does everyone think I'm easygoing? Do they all think I won't easily take action, yet they all want to step in and trample on me?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted sharply, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped his heart.

"Haihan, my foot!"

Lan Minghua's words shocked everyone present.

In an instant, a terrifying aura rose from his body.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes suddenly widened, his gaze blank, staring at Lan Minghua in disbelief.

This is completely different from the information he collected!

The next moment, Lan Minghua completely withdrew his aura, seemingly returning to his harmless appearance.

However, the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

Lan Minghua took a step forward and appeared in front of Ning Fengzhi as if by teleportation.

Ning Fengzhi's talent may not be low, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda limits his soul power to level seventy-nine.

He had no chance to react to Lan Minghua's sudden appearance.

He was both made and ruined by the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

"What...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. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Ning Fengzhi by the neck.

With only level 79 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 Feng Zhi down immediately!"

He hadn't expected that Lan Minghua would act completely unpredictably, unlike what he and Ning Fengzhi had anticipated.

Lan Minghua sneered: "Nobody's stupid these days. Everyone can understand good and bad words. Stop thinking about scheming against this person and that person. We're giving you face because you're one of the top three sects. If we didn't give you face, what would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect be?"

If you want to find a sense of existence through him, then don't blame him for stepping on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to make the Heavenly Dragon Gang appear on the continent.

Ning Fengzhi was terrified, his eyes filled with horror: "Your Majesty, we were wrong! Whatever you want, I will compensate you!"

At this moment, the dignified sect leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, one of the three great sects, was begging for mercy like a dog.

Lan Minghua remained unmoved by Ning Fengzhi's promise, his eyes 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 right now!" Ning Rongrong roared in grief and indignation.

Only now did she realize just 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 simply by saying "I was wrong".

Sword Douluo sensed Lan Minghua's almost tangible killing intent and knew that things would not end well today.

Lan Minghua exerted a slight force with his palm, and Ning Fengzhi's face quickly turned from fair to bluish-purple.

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

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's struggles growing weaker and weaker, Sword Douluo knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi would really suffocate to death.

"Peerless sword intent, the longsword flashes, 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 warned.

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However, Lan Minghua did not make any move, but simply maintained the position of pinching 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 crushed.

He said coldly, "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.

"That's a 100,000-year spirit ring! The person before me is also a Title Douluo!"

Yu Xiaogang, who was not shown on screen, finally found an opportunity to speak.

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

Apart from Oscar and his two companions, everyone else gasped in shock.

Ignoring the surprise of the crowd, Lan Minghua spoke to Oscar and the other two.

"Now I'm going to teach you three a lesson. We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."

"If someone dares to step on your head, then kill them with lightning speed. Might makes right."

Lan Minghua knew perfectly well that if he didn't trample those people under his feet, how could they possibly look up to him and acknowledge him as a strongman?

It's because he usually acts too mildly that everyone thinks they can 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 in order to gain Tang San's favor, as well as the favor of the Clear Sky Sect behind Tang Hao.

Secondly, it was to avenge Ning Rongrong, and at the same time let Sword Douluo test Lan Minghua's strength, and finally settle the matter peacefully.

Thirdly, if Sword Douluo defeats Lan Minghua, it will bring fame to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and make the Spirit Hall wary of them.

If Ning Fengzhi's scheme really comes to fruition, wouldn't the Tianlong Gang be considered inferior even before they emerge?

Lan Minghua stared at Ning Fengzhi, who was slowly coming to a stop struggling, and said coldly, "If you're so eager to scheme, you might as well be a computer in your next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone heard a cracking sound, and Ning Fengzhi's neck was snapped.

Of the three upper sects, Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, has passed away.

"dad!"

"Charming!"

Neither Ning Rongrong nor Sword Douluo expected that Lan Minghua would actually kill them.

Ning Rongrong's eyes were glazed over, and she knelt on the ground with a thud, her mouth open but unable to utter a sound.

Sword Douluo was furious, never expecting that Ning Fengzhi would be killed right before his eyes.

"Seven Killing Thunder Rise, One Sword Pierces the Sky! I Will Kill You!"

Lan Minghua looked at the furious Sword Douluo and sneered.

"Anger won't make you stronger. The sword should stay far away from emotions. Your heart is in turmoil, so let me teach you how to wield a sword."

(End of this chapter)