Douluo Continent: My life is ruined, but I become stronger by taking on disciples.

Chapter 124 Establishing Rules

Lan Minghua was slightly surprised, not expecting Oscar to make such a decision.

"I thought he would just let Flander go to repay his kindness in raising him. I never expected him to make such a choice. It seems he's grown up."

Flander's face stiffened when he heard Oscar's words.

He immediately burst into a tirade, "Oscar, you ungrateful wretch! Losing my soul power is worse than death! You little brat, I should have crushed you back then..."

Having been accustomed to the lofty status of a Soul Master for decades, he suddenly became an ordinary person without Soul Power.

How could he possibly bear such a sense of loss?

However, in response to Flander's insults, Oscar sighed and closed his eyes in anguish.

I'm sorry, Dean, I had to do this, otherwise it would have had very serious consequences.

As my master's eldest disciple, if I were to simply let you go without imposing any punishment...

Does that mean that anyone connected to Zhu Zhuqing and the others can betray their master like you and leave as if nothing happened?

As the senior disciple, I must make a statement.

Oscar is no longer that naive boy; he has grown a lot by following Lan Minghua.

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

Flanders, his eyes blazing with fury, was about to beg for mercy.

Unexpectedly, Lan Minghua didn't give him a chance and pointed out with a light touch.

Flander trembled violently, and all his soul power vanished in an instant.

In an instant, he became completely listless.

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

Although Soul Saints are not considered true powerhouses on the continent, they can still reign supreme in some remote areas.

Otherwise, no matter how much wealth you have, you won't be able to keep it; instead, it will become a hot potato.

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

If he hadn't succumbed to the temptations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and always wanted to have his cake and eat it too, he wouldn't be in this situation today.

It all started because of his greed.

Flander felt the loss of soul power within him and had become an ordinary person.

He didn't cry or make a scene, but instead struggled to raise his head, his lips trembling, and murmured, "Thank you, senior, for sparing my life."

Lan Minghua looked down at Flanders with a mocking expression.

That's how it is in a dog-eat-dog world; without strength, you have no voice.

If I cripple you but don't kill you, you won't dare to express any dissatisfaction; instead, you'll be grateful.

Lan Minghua kept his word. With a wave of his hand, he put the millions of gold soul coins from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School ruins into his Devouring Pouch and threw it to Flander.

The sac fell to the ground with a dull thud.

However, when Flander looked at the millions of gold soul coins in front of him, his eyes no longer held their former brilliance.

"Get lost."

Lan Minghua said calmly, then waved his hand.

The golden birdcage opened a crack, and then Flander and the Devouring Pouch containing the Golden Soul Coins were thrown out by an invisible force.

Outside the birdcage, Flander struggled to his feet.

He picked up the sachet and held it tightly to his chest, for it was his last refuge.

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

His gaze swept across the battlefield through the golden light, past Tang San, past Yu Xiaogang who had been cut in half at the waist and lay on the ground, and finally settled on Oscar.

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

But in the end, he just gave a bitter smile and then turned and left.

His shadow stretched extremely long in the setting sun, making him appear exceptionally lonely and desolate.

He didn't even dare to think about revenge.

Now in his seventies or eighties, he has long lost his youthful spirit.

I can't even understand my own life now, so what right do I have to avenge others?

Oscar watched Flander's retreating figure, biting his lip, feeling a pang of unease.

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

Oscar's decision proves that he is not someone whose judgment is swayed by emotions.

Zhu Zhuqing and Lan Minghua's apprentices were also taken aback by Oscar's choice.

Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran, and Dugu Yan were alright, because they had been by Lan Minghua's side 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 academies behind them.

If their people betray Lan Minghua for personal gain in the future, they will have to deal with it the same way Oscar was dealt with today.

No rules, no standards.

Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er exchanged a glance, both understanding the meaning in each other's eyes.

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

Their subtle actions naturally did not escape Lan Minghua's notice.

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

He had been thinking about how to restrain the people behind his disciples, because if he didn't, there would only be endless trouble.

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

However, with Flanders serving as a cautionary tale, those with ulterior motives will surely feel a sense of crisis.

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

The battle continues, but the balance of power has already shifted.

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Wu Song is a level 98 Title Douluo, and he also possesses the Martial Pride Soul Domain.

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

Of course, his level 99 is still somewhat different from that of Qian Daoliu and Yunshan.

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

Despite facing two opponents alone, he not only avoided being at a disadvantage but also gained the upper hand.

Lan Minghua's gaze continued to shift, landing on Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo.

Although they were level 96 titled Douluo, they could not gain the upper hand against the Azure Dragon and White Tiger, who had used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill; at best, they were evenly matched.

They can't be decided in a short time; there's still a fight to be had.

Then Lan Minghua's gaze swept across the battlefield in the sky, and he found that the battles were basically evenly matched.

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

This resulted in the two brothers failing to gain any advantage when facing the Vermilion Bird and the Black Tortoise.

As for Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Yu Yuanzhen, their opponents included people at levels 93 and 94.

However, the 100,000-year soul ring made up for the difference in soul power.

Even if they gain a slight advantage, ending the battle quickly is simply a pipe dream.

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

Only the two of them, along with Lan Minghua who has yet to make a move, are the key to the outcome of this battle.

"Angel's Holy Sword, Slash!"

"The ultimate wind, annihilation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky was dyed gold and blue.

The gold and cyan colors were eroding each other, trying to devour one another.

A thousand streams of hair and beard stood on end as he unleashed a single sword strike.

In an instant, the sky was torn open by the crimson-gold sword light, which slashed out with unparalleled power.

At the same time, the angelic phantom unfolded its six wings behind him, with a scorching torrent engulfing it, and the sword light was like a long river of flames.

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

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

The swirling cloud condensed into a pinhead-sized spot of light at his fingertips, and the compressed air emitted a piercing shriek.

With a flick of his finger, a streak of azure light silently pierced out, colliding violently with the raging river of flames.

However, no one expected that the terrifying golden waves would collapse and dissipate the moment they came into contact with a wisp of blue light!

That cyan light was indestructible, rising straight up against the flow of sword light.

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted, and he quickly held the Angelic Holy Sword, formed from his soul power, in front of him.

However, under that cyan light, the angelic holy sword formed from soul power was easily torn apart like thin paper.

Qian Daoliu suddenly turned to the side, but he was still a step too slow.

His left shoulder burst open with a hole the size of a bowl, and golden blood sprayed down.

Qian Renxue, who had been watching the battle, exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this scene.

"grandfather!"

(End of this chapter)