Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 116 Hu Yanzhen and others gather

Wang Dong'er's face instantly blossomed into a radiant smile, brighter than the sunshine. She happily tiptoed and planted a quick kiss on Ling Han's cheek, leaving a wet lip print: "My husband is the best!"

Then, she looked at Wang Qiu'er with a hint of pride and affection: "Sister Qiu'er, my husband says I'm pretty!"

Wang Qiu'er's cool lips curved almost imperceptibly, her golden dragon eyes revealing a hint of indulgence and understanding.

She didn't speak, but instead reached out her other free hand, bent her finger, and gently flicked Wang Dong'er's smooth forehead. The movement was very light, carrying an older sisterly intimacy and a hint of 'you talk too much'.

"Ouch!" Wang Dong'er exaggeratedly covered her forehead and pouted at Ling Han, "Husband, look, Sister Qiu'er is bullying me!"

Ling Han felt a warm glow in his heart as he watched the natural interaction between the two beauties, who had very different styles but both captivated his heart.

He tightened his grip on their hands, pulling them closer to his side, creating a tight, inseparable little world.

"Alright, Dong'er, stop fooling around." Ling Han's voice was tinged with laughter, but his gaze was already fixed on the deep corridor outside the bedchamber, which led to the side hall of the Beast God Pavilion and the power game that was about to unfold.

"It's time to go see our loyal 'subordinates'."

"Let's go," his voice regained the composure and authority befitting the Beast God Pavilion Master.

Wang Qiu'er nodded slightly, a cold, sharp glint flashing deep within her golden dragon eyes.

Wang Dong'er immediately stopped her playful expression. Although her face was still flushed, her eyes became more serious, and her pink and blue butterfly wings unconsciously opened slightly, assuming a guarding posture. She gripped Ling Han's hand tightly: "Yes! Let them see how powerful my husband is!"

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The side hall of the Beast God Pavilion was brightly lit, yet it was filled with an almost frozen solemnity and awe.

Hu Yanzhen, Feng Bailong, Huo Yan, and Hu Qianxing stood with their hands at their sides, like four clay or wooden sculptures.

They still retained the powerful soul energy fluctuations that hadn't been fully contained after fusing with the soul bones, but at this moment, these auras, which would normally attract attention, were compressed to the extreme and carefully concealed, for fear of leaking even the slightest bit and disturbing the approaching being.

Hu Yanzhen's massive body was slightly hunched over, and his usually proud "Number One Defense in the World" appeared extremely restrained at this moment, with fine beads of sweat even seeping from his forehead.

Feng Bailong's aura was restrained, like an ancient sword returning to its sheath, but his eyes were filled with unprecedented excitement and anticipation.

Huo Yan and Hu Qianxing didn't even dare to breathe, their lowered eyelids concealing the turmoil in their hearts.

“Tick…tick…tick…”

The clear and steady footsteps approached from afar, as if striking the hearts of the four people.

Each step carried an invisible pressure, making their already tense nerves even more strained.

The heavy doors to the side hall slid open silently to both sides. Three figures, bathed in the soft light of the corridor outside, slowly entered.

The leader, clad in a long, dark robe with subtle gold patterns, stood tall and imposing like a solitary pine tree on a cold peak. His icy blue eyes were deep and calm, utterly undisturbed, as if they could see into the deepest secrets of the human heart. He simply walked in, and the noble and cold majesty originating from his bloodline and the depths of his soul spread out like an invisible tide, instantly filling the air of the entire side hall, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts. It was none other than Ling Han, the Beast God Pavilion Master.

Slightly behind him, on his left and right, were two stunningly beautiful women, each with a distinct and captivating charm.

Wang Qiu'er wore a simple yet luxurious gold silk dress that perfectly outlined her breathtaking curves: her high, full breasts drew a proud arc under the silk satin, her slender and powerful waist could be encircled by a single hand, connecting to her round and perky hips, and beneath the hem of the dress, a pair of straight and long legs covered with faint golden scales were faintly visible.

As she stood there, a terrifying pressure emanating from a top-tier dragon-type martial soul spread out as if it were a tangible force, making it difficult for Hu Yanzhen and the others to even breathe. It was as if an invisible giant claw had gripped their throats, and their blood was almost frozen!
On the right, Wang Dong'er wore a pink and blue nightgown with butterfly wing patterns, looking delicate and lively, like a fairy under the moon.

Her long, wet, light blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, adding to her femininity. A hint of curiosity and a mischievous, almost theatrical smile played on her fair, delicate face. Light blue butterfly wings unfurled slightly behind her, radiating a dreamy glow.

Although her aura was not as terrifying and domineering as Wang Qiu'er's, the pure and powerful soul power fluctuations belonging to the top-tier beast martial soul, the Goddess of Light Butterfly, as well as the identity she represented by standing beside Ling Han, made people dare not underestimate her in the slightest.

"Greetings, Your Majesty! Greetings, Your Excellencies!"

Almost simultaneously, Hu Yanzhen and the other three used all their strength to suddenly kneel on one knee, bowing their heads deeply. Their voices, filled with uncontrollable excitement and awe from the depths of their souls, resounded throughout the side hall.

The sound of their knees striking the ground in unison revealed their awe and submission at that moment.

Ling Han's gaze swept calmly over the four people, his icy blue eyes as still as a deep, cold pool.

He took Wang Qiu'er's hand and walked calmly towards the head of the table. Her breathtaking figure was faintly visible beneath her simple gold dress, inspiring only boundless awe and preventing any thought of disrespect.

Wang Dong'er held onto Ling Han's arm, curiously observing the four people kneeling below. Her large, pinkish-blue eyes held a hint of novelty and mischievous amusement, as if she were watching an interesting performance.

Then Ling Han slightly raised his hand, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Stand up and speak."

"Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Madam!" The four men, as if granted a pardon, quickly rose to their feet, but still maintained a respectful bowed posture, not daring to look directly at each other. They could clearly feel the gaze cast from above, like a cold blade scraping across their skin, exposing all their secrets.

Huyan Zhen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trembling in his heart. As the strongest of the four, he stepped forward first, bowed again, and spoke in a loud voice filled with boundless gratitude and fervor:
"The young master's kindness in saving us will never be forgotten by Huyan Zhen and the entire Elephant Armor Sect!"

"Having fused with the ten-thousand-year-old head bone bestowed by His Majesty, my soul power has reached the peak of level eighty-eight, and my defensive capabilities have been further enhanced!"

"From this day forward, the Elephant Armor Sect will obey His Excellency's every command, even unto death, through fire and water!"

"Our sect's reputation as 'the strongest defense under heaven' is willing to be the most solid shield in Young Master's hands!" He was so excited that his face turned red, and his massive body trembled slightly. That head soul bone not only greatly enhanced his soul power, but more importantly, it allowed him to touch the threshold of a higher realm and see the hope of breaking through to the Title Douluo level in this lifetime!

This favor was enough for him to tie his entire sect to the Beast God Pavilion's war chariot.

(End of this chapter)