Douluo Continent: Gretchen at the start, empowered by the Star God.

Chapter 78 Revenge

No one dared to refute you; when you have power, what you say becomes the truth.

Only the strong have the right to negotiate fairly!

"Since you're not going to talk, then I'll continue." Lang Lei nodded.

"Originally, I was indeed prepared to slaughter the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, leaving no one alive..."

"However, considering the life-saving grace of Senior Sword Douluo, it has been decided that if Senior Sword Douluo is sensible, he might be able to protect Miss Ning Rongrong."

"My sister doesn't want me to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so I thought about it carefully. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is destroyed, a large number of orphans will truly have nowhere to go. That scoundrel surnamed Zhang represents the majority of deacons, but certainly not all of them." Lang Lei nodded thoughtfully. "To be honest, raising so many children is a bit too much for me, so..."

Lang Lei was telling the truth this time. He wasn't that saintly, but he couldn't ignore his sister's feelings.

"Your Majesty Lang Lei, please rest assured, I will absolutely keep a close watch on my subordinates, and such a thing will never happen again!" Ning Fengzhi realized that this was a chance to save his life and quickly replied.

"Hmm, that's acceptable." Lang Lei nodded in satisfaction, "But, it's not enough!"

Ning Fengzhi immediately handed the list on the table to Lang Lei. The list contained names of people who had embezzled money and secretly dealt with neglected orphans.

"Alright, call them all over." Lang Lei nodded, and everyone present knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Rongrong, you should take your classmates and leave first." Sword Douluo patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder.

"Grandpa Jian..." Ning Rongrong hesitated. Although she couldn't be of much help here, she always felt uneasy when she wasn't here.

Her grandfather, who was made of bones, had been killed by the other party. However, it seemed that her grandfather had indeed struck first. In addition, Lang Lei had once saved her life. For a moment, she did not know how to face Lang Lei.

"It's alright. Your father and Grandpa Sword are here, nothing will happen. You just need to be a good young master." Sword Douluo gently nudged Ning Rongrong. The scene that was about to unfold might be a bit bloody and not suitable for Ning Rongrong to watch.

"Alright..." Ning Rongrong glanced at Lang Lei and understood what was going on. She also knew that Lang Lei's actions were a way of helping her get rid of the scum of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. When she first heard about what those people had done, she was also a little angry, but... she couldn't empathize with them.

It's not hard to understand, after all, she is the apple of the eye of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Lang Lei didn't stop them. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing weren't on his kill list anyway, so it wouldn't matter if they left.

Although Sword Douluo wasn't on his kill list, Lang Lei had no objection as long as the other party insisted on staying there and didn't cause any trouble.

As for Ning Fengzhi...

Let's see how he performs!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's execution was quite fast; of course, it's also possible that Ning Fengzhi had prepared these people in advance.

Not long after Ning Fengzhi's order was issued, more than ninety people were brought up one after another. Fortunately, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was relatively wealthy, and the main hall was quite grand, so it could accommodate them.

Lang Lei spotted Deacon Zhang, who was being held at the front, at a glance. He dropped all pretense and his previously smiling expression instantly turned icy cold, and killing intent filled the entire sect hall.

Sensing this aura, Sword Douluo's expression changed slightly. Fortunately, he had suppressed his emotions and hadn't risked his life to avenge Old Bones; otherwise, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would probably be completely destroyed...

Just being slightly affected by their aura sent chills down his spine, let alone actually fighting them; he wouldn't stand a chance of winning...

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong was coaxed away earlier; otherwise, those two girls would probably have been traumatized.

Thinking of this, Sword Douluo silently stepped in front of Ning Fengzhi.

Even though Jian Dao Chen Xin, a titled Douluo, was only affected by the ripples, Steward Zhang, who was directly targeted by the killing intent, would naturally not fare well.

He was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. He didn't even have the courage to look the other person in the eye. If Lang Lei hadn't intentionally controlled him and didn't want the other person to die too easily, the other person would probably have died in the next moment.

Those around him were also weak in the legs and could barely stand.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

In the empty sect hall, only the sound of crisp footsteps echoed, finally stopping in front of Deacon Zhang.

"look up."

Deacon Zhang raised his head shakily.

"Snap—"

With a crisp sound, Deacon Zhang's body was embedded in the wall, and a red handprint appeared on his face.

The people around were startled, lowered their heads, and dared not utter a sound.

"Within three seconds..."

"Get over here!"

"three--"

"two--"

"Bang!"

Lang Lei had deliberately controlled his strength, so this Deacon Zhang was not dead yet. Fortunately, he was also a Soul Master, so he could withstand a bit of the beating.

Sure enough, less than three seconds later, Deacon Zhang knelt down in front of Lang Lei again, kowtowing repeatedly.

"My lord, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"You don't know you're wrong, you're just scared!" Lang Lei stepped on one of the other's hands, and with a little force, Deacon Zhang let out a scream.

"Raise your head."

"This humble servant...this humble servant dares not look directly at your esteemed self..."

"I told you to raise your head!" Lang Lei emphasized.

Deacon Zhang was so frightened that he quickly looked up and saw those cold, emotionless eyes, which made him shiver.

Do you recognize me?

"How could I, a lowly and unworthy person, possibly know someone of your stature?"

"Heh, look closely, Deacon Zhang." Lang Lei's foot pressed down again, and Deacon Zhang's face contorted. Even so, he didn't dare to lower his head. "Speaking of which, I still don't know your name."

"A little name... ah!"

"Shut up, I'm not interested in knowing." Before the other person could finish speaking, Lang Lei kicked him again, interrupting him.

He had no interest in knowing the name of a dead man or a scoundrel.

"Does this scene... look familiar to you?" Lang Lei loosened his grip and then kicked Zhang the steward over.

Deacon Zhang dared not lie on the ground any longer, and despite the pain, he knelt before Lang Lei once more.

"You scoundrel, you scoundrel..." Deacon Zhang's pupils contracted. He had indeed previously used this method to intimidate those orphans who had awakened useless martial spirits.

"You, are you an elder among those children?"

"Looks like you don't remember me very well..."

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo secretly thought to themselves, "You've suddenly grown so much, I can't even be sure if I remember you..."

"Then let me give you a hint." Lang Lei glanced at Sword Douluo beside him. "Once, you never dared to humiliate a child, but not because you liked them. You wanted them to say a few good words about you to Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and then use other children as an example to scare the monkeys. Do you remember?"

Deacon Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief as he pointed at Lang Lei...

"You, you, you..."

"Bang!"

"You dare point a finger at me?"

(End of this chapter)