Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 124 Establishing Rules
Lan Minghua was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Oscar to make such a decision.

"I originally thought he would just let Flanders go as a way of repaying his kindness in raising me. I didn't expect him to make such a decision. It seems he has grown up."
When Flanders heard Oscar's words, his face froze.

He immediately started cursing, "Oscar, you ungrateful bastard! You've wasted my soul power, that's worse than killing me! You little bastard, I should have stepped on you to death back then..."

After being accustomed to the lofty status of a soul master for decades, he suddenly became an ordinary person without soul power.

How could he possibly endure such a sense of disparity?

However, in response to Flanders's abuse, Oscar sighed painfully and closed his eyes.

I'm sorry, Dean, I have to do this, otherwise there will be serious consequences.

As the master's eldest disciple, if I let you go without punishing you in the slightest.

Does that mean that everyone who has a relationship with Zhu Zhuqing and the others can backstab the master like you did, and then walk away as if nothing happened?
As the eldest brother, I must make a statement.

Oscar is no longer the ignorant boy he used to be. He has grown a lot by being with Lan Minghua.

Seeing this, Lan Minghua nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Flanders was furious and was about to beg for mercy.

Unexpectedly, Lan Minghua didn't give him a chance and pointed it out lightly.

Flanders trembled all over, and all his soul power disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, the whole person became listless.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of despair and regret.

Although Soul Saints are not considered truly powerful on the mainland, they can still dominate in some remote places.

Otherwise, no matter how much wealth you have, you will not be able to keep it and it will become a hot potato.

Lan Minghua looked at Flanders coldly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

If he had not been unable to resist the temptation of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and always wanted to have his cake and eat it, he would not have ended up in this situation today.

Everything was caused by his greed.

Flanders felt the loss of soul power in his body and had become an ordinary person.

He did not burst into tears or a fuss. Instead, he raised his head with difficulty, his lips trembling as he murmured softly, "Thank you, senior, for not killing me."

Lan Minghua looked down at Flanders and joked.

This is the case in a world where the strong prey on the weak. Without strength, you have no say.

I will destroy you but not kill you. Not only will you not dare to express any dissatisfaction, but you will also be grateful.

Lan Minghua kept his promise. With a wave of his hand, he put the tens of millions of gold soul coins from the ruins of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect into the devouring bag and threw it to Flender.

The swallowing sac fell to the ground with a dull sound.

However, when Flanders looked at the tens of millions of gold soul coins in front of him, his eyes no longer had the same brilliance as before.

"get out."

Lan Minghua said lightly, then waved his hand.

The golden birdcage opened a gap, and then Flanders and the devouring sac containing the golden soul coins were thrown out by an invisible force.

Outside the birdcage, Flanders stood up with difficulty.

He picked up the devouring sac and held it tightly in his arms, because it was his last resort.

Then he staggered to his feet, his body wobbling like a fragile sapling.

His gaze swept across the battlefield through the golden light, across Tang San, across Yu Xiaogang who was cut in half on the ground, and finally stopped on Oscar.

A complex emotion flashed in Flanders' eyes, as if he had a thousand words to say.

But in the end, he just smiled bitterly and turned away.

His back was stretched out in the setting sun, making him look particularly lonely and desolate.

He didn't even dare to think about revenge.

He is already in his seventies and has long lost the youthful spirit.

Now that I don’t even know how to live, what qualifications do I have to avenge others?

Oscar looked at Flanders' back, bit his lip, and felt bad inside.

Lan Minghua saw all of this, but he didn't think it was a bad thing.

Because of Oscar's choice, it proves that he is not a person who makes judgments based on emotions.

Lan Minghua's disciples such as Zhu Zhuqing were also shocked when they saw Oscar's decision.

Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran and Dugu Yan were fine because they had been following Lan Minghua for a long time and knew his temper well.

However, Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er were more serious, as they each had their own academy behind them.

If their people betrayed Lan Minghua for personal gain in the future, they would have to deal with him the same way Oscar dealt with him today. Without rules, there would be no order.

Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er looked at each other and understood what meant in each other's eyes.

That is, manage your own people and don't let them cause trouble.

Naturally, their little movements could not escape Lan Minghua's perception.

Oscar, Oscar, you really did me a small favor.

He was originally thinking about how to tie up the person on his disciple's back. If he didn't, there would only be endless trouble.

Lan Minghua doesn't want to get into trouble because of his apprentice.

However, with Flanders as a precedent, those who are interested will probably feel a sense of crisis.

Lan Minghua glanced at the people from Kamikaze Academy and Tianshui Academy, then turned his attention back to the battlefield.

The battle continues, but the balance of victory and defeat has already tilted.

Wu Song is a Titled Douluo at level ninety-eight, and he also has the realm of Wu Zhiaohun.

At this moment, his strength is no less than that of a level 99 Extreme Douluo.

Of course, there is still some gap between his level 99 and Qian Daoliu and Yunshan's level 99.

However, it is more than enough to deal with Qingluan Douluo and Guangling Douluo.

Fighting one against two, he not only did not fall into a disadvantage, but instead gained the upper hand.

Lan Minghua's gaze continued to shift, falling on Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo.

Although they are Titled Douluo at level ninety-six, they cannot gain the upper hand against Azure Dragon and White Tiger who have mastered the Soul Fusion Technique, and at best they are evenly matched.

It is impossible for them to determine the winner in a short time, so they have to fight.

Then Lan Minghua swept his eyes across the battlefield in the sky and found that the outcome was basically a draw.

Although Tang Xiao is already level 97, he still has to take care of the injured Tang Hao.

As a result, the two brothers did not gain any advantage when facing Suzaku and Xuanwu.

As for Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo and Yu Yuanzhen, among their opponents there were people at level ninety-three and ninety-four.

However, the hundred thousand year spirit ring made up for the difference in spirit power.

Even if they could gain a slight advantage, it would be impossible to end the battle quickly.

Therefore, the people who can decide the direction of the situation are never them, but Qian Daoliu and Yunshan.

Only the two of them, and Lan Minghua who has not taken any action, are the key to the outcome of this battle.

"Angel Holy Sword, kill!"

"The extreme wind, kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the sky was dyed gold and blue.

The gold and blue colors are encroaching on each other, trying to devour each other.

Qian Daoliu's hair and beard stood on end, and he slashed with his sword.

In an instant, the sky was torn into pieces by the red-gold sword light, and it slashed out with unparalleled power.

At the same time, the angel's shadow spread out its six wings behind him, and a scorching torrent was engulfed in it, and the sword light was like a long river of flames.

Yunshan's expression remained unchanged, his robe sleeves rolled up, and his right arm slowly raised.

In an instant, a green hurricane suddenly swept across the battlefield.

The surging cloud vortex condensed into a needle-tip-sized spot of light at his fingertips, and the airflow compressed to the extreme emitted a piercing scream that pierced the eardrums.

He just pointed his finger, and a flash of green light shot out silently, colliding with the surging river of flames.

However, no one expected that the terrifyingly powerful golden waves would collapse and disintegrate the moment they came into contact with a flash of green light!

That green light was indestructible and went straight up against the current along the sword light.

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted, and he quickly held the angel's holy sword condensed from his soul power in front of him.

However, under that cyan light, the angel's holy sword condensed from soul power was easily torn apart like thin paper.

Qian Daoliu suddenly turned sideways, but was still a step too slow.

A bloody hole the size of a bowl burst out in his left shoulder, and golden blood spurted out.

Qian Renxue, who had been watching the battle, saw this scene and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"grandfather!"

(End of this chapter)