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"Buzz!!!"
The Seven Kill Sword tore through the air, sword energy surging wildly, as if even space itself was being sliced apart.
Yet, Lan Minghua merely lifted his head slightly. In the next instant, dragon scales covered his arm.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
With a single grab, a metallic clang rang out. The Seven Kill Sword was effortlessly caught in Lan Minghua's hand like a toy.
"How is this possible?! I poured all my strength into that strike, and it was blocked so easily?!"
Sword Douluo's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he were witnessing something incomprehensible.
Lan Minghua ignored his shock and calmly weighed the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.
Light—far too light.
His first impression of the Seven Kill Sword was that it utterly lacked substance.
How should one put it?
One could only say it was truly the bottom of the barrel for a fantasy world.
As a man who had inherited the legacy of Sword Nine Huang, Lan Minghua began to evaluate Sword Douluo's swordsmanship.
"Old man, let me tell you—a sword shouldn't be this weightless. Yours is far too light. Allow me to teach you how a sword is truly used!"
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo's expression changed drastically, fury igniting in his eyes.
"My title is 'Sword'—I am the strongest swordsman on the continent. Who do you think you are, to presume to teach me?!"
With a low roar, Sword Douluo's entire body erupted with sword energy.
He formed a sword seal with his fingers and suddenly pointed toward Lan Minghua.
In an instant, the countless strands of sword energy behind him transformed into sharp blades, raining down upon Lan Minghua like a storm of arrows.
This strike unleashed a torrent of sword aura, its light blazing like a rainbow.
Zhao Wuji and the others sensed an overwhelming aura of death from it, their skin tingling as if about to be sliced apart.
Yet Lan Minghua merely lifted his gaze slightly, a cold smirk playing on his lips as he watched the descending sword rain.
"You say I don't know how to use a sword? Then let me show you what true swordsmanship is."
As his voice fell, Lan Minghua casually tossed the Seven Kill Sword back while simultaneously waving his hand.
In an instant, an even more domineering sword aura burst forth from within him, silencing the world.
The overwhelming sword rain, which had seemed so unstoppable, was instantly dispersed upon encountering this superior power.
Sword Douluo hastily caught the returning Seven Kill Sword, his pupils narrowing to pinpoints as he raised it to block.
"Boom!!!"
A deafening blast echoed as Sword Douluo was sent flying, tumbling several times in the air before crashing miserably to the ground.
"Im... impossible?!"
Sword Douluo's eyes trembled violently. He could feel that his sword had been completely overpowered, leaving him no room to even resist.
He failed to notice the trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Lan Minghua raised his hand, and the Unmatched Sword Case appeared out of thin air.
"Old man, watch closely. This is how you use a sword. Sword One: A Single Slash to Rouse the World, where Dragon and Snake Dance."
He slapped the sword case. Its sides unfolded, revealing rows of incomparably sharp swords lying silently within.
With a guiding gesture of his hand, a long sword flew forth from the case. The blade moved like a serpent, releasing a torrential sword aura that shot toward the sky.
The long sword sped forward, its energy coiling like a dragon, roaring toward Sword Douluo with world-destroying power.
Wherever the sword passed, the air seemed to shred, producing ear-piercing shrieks.
Sword Douluo's pupils shrank. He frantically raised his sword to defend, his own sword energy surging to meet the incoming blade.
Yet his power, in the face of Lan Minghua's, was as fragile as paper—and was torn apart in an instant.
Faster than one could say, the long sword slammed directly into the Seven Kill Sword.
Clang!!!
A deafening ring echoed out as Sword Douluo felt an irresistible force surge through the blade.
The next moment, his body felt as if it had been pierced by ten thousand swords, and he was flung backward like a kite with its string cut.
His Seven Kill Sword was now chipped, the web of his hand had split open, and blood dripped down the hilt.
Lan Minghua glanced at the fallen Sword Douluo and said flatly, "The Way of the Sword is not in strength, but in the heart. Your heart is in turmoil, so your sword is impure."
Sword Douluo knelt on one knee, blood dripping from his hand and dyeing the ground red.
Yet the fire of defiance still burned in his eyes. He refused to believe he stood no chance at all.
He slowly rose to his feet, gripping the chipped Seven Kill Sword tightly.
"I do not accept this!" Sword Douluo growled, his voice hoarse with determination.
His body charged forward like a wounded beast, launching one final, crazed assault on Lan Minghua.
Though his sword was damaged, Sword Douluo's aura surged to its absolute peak in that moment.
"Grandpa Sword, kill him! Kill him for me!" Ning Rongrong wept bitterly, still demanding Lan Minghua's death.
But Lan Minghua stood motionless, his expression empty of joy or sorrow.
Sword aura surged around him as the second sword was drawn from the case.
Madness flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes as his ninth soul ring suddenly blazed to life.
"Ninth Soul Skill: Twin Slashes of God and Demon!"
Instantly, two colossal sword auras, one black and one white, tore through the air, slicing toward Lan Minghua.
But Lan Minghua was not idle. He murmured softly, "Sword Two: Twin Lotuses Born of Duality."
Two long swords soared through the air, meeting the black and white sword auras head-on.
The moment they collided, the outcome was decided.
The twin auras of god and demon were instantly shattered, dissolving into countless motes of light that vanished into the air.
Sword Douluo's pupils contracted violently. He couldn't believe his eyes.
His ninth soul skill—his strongest attack—had been dismantled so effortlessly.
A small smirk touched Lan Minghua's lips. His Twin Lotus technique was capable of far more than that.
Before Sword Douluo could react, the two long swords flashed past him like lightning.
He felt a sudden coldness in his arms, followed by a searing, heart-drilling pain.
Looking down, he saw that both of his arms had been severed at the shoulders. Blood sprayed from the wounds.
"AAAHHH!!!"
The realization finally hitting him, Sword Douluo let out a wretched, sky-shaking scream.
"Grandpa Sword!"
Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale. She covered her mouth as she ran to his side, her heart filled with sorrow and despair at his wretched state.
She had assumed that if she threw another one of her spoiled princess tantrums, her father and Sword Douluo would fix everything for her.
But she had gravely misjudged Lan Minghua's strength and character, a miscalculation that led to Ning Fengzhi's death.
Now, even Sword Douluo, a Level 96 Titled Douluo, had been crippled, his arms taken by the very weapon he was famed for.
Regret, deep and absolute, consumed her.
Ning Rongrong believed it was all her fault.
If she hadn't acted like a spoiled brat, her father wouldn't have died, and Grandpa Sword wouldn't have lost his arms.
Seeing her expression, Lan Minghua understood and sneered inwardly.
You, Ning Rongrong? Who do you think you are? Did you really believe a few slanderous words could actually provoke me?
The reason for my thunderous response was your old man, Ning Fengzhi. He was just too grating.
Always scheming against this person and that, truly believing his plans were flawless.
Others might have tolerated his petty games because he was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's Master and had two Titled Douluo guarding him. Even if they saw through his plots, they were too weak to object.
But I don't indulge such disgusting habits. He was scheming right in my face. If I didn't slaughter him, what was I supposed to do—save him for New Year's dinner?
All in all, Ning Fengzhi's death and Sword Douluo's ruin have very little to do with you, Ning Rongrong. Don't flatter yourself.
Lan Minghua glanced at the spirit-broken Sword Douluo but didn't strike again.
There was no need.
His sword, his hands, his pride—everything had been shattered in that one moment.
Leaving him alive would spread the name of the Tianlong Gang far and wide. Why wouldn't he take that opportunity?
Lan Minghua simply waved at Zhao Wuji and said lightly, "Old Zhao, go and recover. Once you're healed, you owe me a drink."
With that, he left with Wu Song and his three companions, returning to his dormitory and leaving the Shrek members standing stunned and speechless.
Yu Xiaogang stared at Lan Minghua's retreating back, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Meanwhile, in Spirit Hall, Yue Guan and Gui Mei regained consciousness.
Seeing them stir, Bibi Dong immediately asked, "Yue Guan, Gui Mei, what exactly happened to you?"
At the sight of her, Yue Guan's face twisted in anguish as he wailed.
"Your Holiness, the heavens are shifting! The entire continent is about to change!"
(End of Chapter)