Chapter 124 Establishing Rules
Lan Minghua was slightly startled, not expecting Oscar to make such a decision.
"I thought he would just let Flander go to repay his kindness in raising him. I didn't expect him to make such a choice. It seems he's grown up."
Flander's face stiffened upon hearing Oscar's words.
He then burst into curses, "Oscar, you ungrateful wretch! Losing my soul power is worse than death! You little brat, I should have crushed you back then..."
Accustomed to the high and mighty status of a Soul Master for decades, suddenly becoming an ordinary person without soul power
was an unbearable blow .
However, Oscar sighed and painfully closed his eyes in response to Flander's insults. "
I'm sorry, Dean, I have to do this, otherwise it will lead to very serious consequences.
As Master's eldest disciple, if I let you go without any punishment,
does that mean everyone related to Zhu Zhuqing and the others can betray Master like you and leave without a trace?
As the eldest disciple, I must make a statement."
Oscar was no longer the naive boy he once was; he had matured considerably under Lan Minghua's guidance.
Seeing this, Lan Minghua nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, I'll grant your wish."
Flander, his eyes blazing with fury, was about to beg for mercy.
Unexpectedly, Lan Minghua didn't give him the chance, lightly pointing a finger.
Flander trembled violently, all his soul power instantly vanishing.
In an instant, he slumped down.
His face was ashen, his eyes filled with despair and regret.
While a Soul Saint wasn't considered a true powerhouse on the continent, they could still reign supreme in some remote areas.
Otherwise, no matter how much wealth they possessed, they couldn't hold onto it; it would become a hot potato.
Lan Minghua coldly looked at Flander, a hint of pity in his eyes.
If he hadn't succumbed to the temptations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, always wanting to have his cake and eat it too, he wouldn't be in this predicament.
It was all 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 Flander, his expression mocking.
In this dog-eat-dog world, without strength, there is no voice.
I crippled you but didn't kill you, and you not only dared not express any dissatisfaction, but also had to be grateful.
Lan Minghua kept his word, waving his hand and putting the millions of gold soul coins from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School ruins into a Devouring Pouch, which he then threw to Flander.
The Devouring Pouch landed on the ground with a dull thud.
However, Flander looked at the millions of gold soul coins before him, but his eyes lacked their former brilliance.
"Get lost,"
Lan Minghua said calmly, then waved his hand again.
The golden birdcage opened a crack, and Flander and the Devouring Pouch containing the gold soul coins were thrown out by an invisible force.
Outside the birdcage, Flander struggled to his feet.
He picked up the Devouring Pouch and hugged it tightly to his chest, for it was his last refuge.
He staggered to his feet, his body swaying like a fragile sapling.
His gaze swept across the battlefield through the golden light, past Tang San, past Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground, cut in half at the waist, 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 only smiled bitterly, then turned and left.
His shadow stretched long in the setting sun, appearing exceptionally lonely and desolate.
Revenge was something he didn't even dare to think about.
Now in his seventies or eighties, he had long lost the spirit of youth.
He didn't even understand his own life, so what right did he have to avenge others?
Oscar watched Flander's retreating figure, biting his lip, his heart also filled with mixed feelings.
All of this was observed by Lan Minghua, but he didn't think it was a bad thing.
Because Oscar's choice proved that he was not someone whose judgment was swayed by emotions.
Zhu Zhuqing and the other disciples of Lan Minghua were also shocked by Oscar's choice.
Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran, and Dugu Yan were alright, as they had long been by Lan Minghua's side and knew his temperament well.
However, Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er were more serious; they each had their own academies behind them.
If their people betrayed Lan Minghua for personal gain in the future, they would have to deal with them the way Oscar was dealt with today. Without rules, there can be no order.
Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er exchanged a glance, both understanding the meaning in each other's eyes.
That is, keep your own people in check and don't let them cause trouble.
Their little 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, otherwise, there would only be endless trouble.
Lan Minghua did not want to get himself into trouble because of his disciples.
However, with Flander as a precedent, those with ulterior motives would probably feel a sense of crisis.
Lan Minghua glanced at the people from Shenfeng Academy and Tianshui Academy, and then turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
The battle continued, but the scales of victory had already tipped.
Wu Song, as a level 98 Title Douluo, and with the added advantage of the Martial Pride Soul Domain,
was now no less powerful than a level 99 Limit Douluo.
Of course, his level 99 was still somewhat different from that of Qian Daoliu and Yun Shan.
However, dealing with Azure Phoenix Douluo and Light Feather Douluo was more than enough.
Fighting two against one, he not only didn't fall into a disadvantage but actually gained the upper hand.
Lan Minghua's gaze shifted to Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo.
Although they were level 96 Title Douluos, they couldn't gain the upper hand against the Azure Dragon and White Tiger with their Martial Soul Fusion Skill; at best, they were evenly matched.
It was impossible for them to determine a winner quickly; the battle was far from over.
Lan Minghua's gaze then swept across the battlefield in the sky, finding that most matches ended in a draw.
Although Tang Xiao was already level 97, he still had to take care of the injured Tang Hao.
This meant that the two brothers, facing Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise, didn't gain any advantage either.
As for Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Yu Yuanzhen, although their opponents included level 93 and 94 individuals, their
100,000-year soul rings compensated for the difference in soul power.
Even if they gained a slight advantage, ending the battle quickly was simply a pipe dream.
Therefore, the ones who could decide the course of the battle were never them, but Qian Daoliu and Yunshan.
Only the two of them, along with Lan Minghua who had not yet made a move, were the key to the outcome of this battle.
"Angel Holy Sword, Slash!"
"Extreme Wind, Meteor Strike!"
As soon as the words fell, the sky was dyed gold and cyan.
The gold and cyan were eroding each other, trying to devour each other.
Qian Daoliu's hair and beard stood on end as he slashed out with his sword
. In an instant, the sky was torn open by the crimson-gold sword light, slashing out with unparalleled power.
At the same time, the angelic phantom unfolded its six wings behind him, with a scorching torrent of heat enveloping it, the sword light like a raging river of flames.
Yunshan's expression remained unchanged, his robe sleeves billowed, and his right arm slowly rose.
In an instant, a cyan hurricane suddenly swept up the battlefield.
The surging vortex of clouds condensed into a needle-sized spot of light at his fingertips, the compressed air emitting a piercing shriek.
With a flick of his finger, that cyan light silently pierced out, colliding violently with the raging river of flames.
However, to everyone's surprise, the terrifying golden waves collapsed and dissipated the moment they touched a streak of azure light!
That azure light was indestructible, flowing upwards against the sword light.
Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly held the Angelic Holy Sword, formed from his soul power, in front of him.
However, under that azure light, the Angelic Holy Sword formed from his soul power was easily torn apart like paper.
Qian Daoliu suddenly dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow.
A bowl-sized hole burst open in his left shoulder, and golden blood sprayed down.
Qian Renxue, who had been watching the battle, cried out in shock upon seeing this.
"Grandpa!"
(End of Chapter)
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