Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 117 The Respect of Huyan Zhen and Others
(Brothers, please give me some suggestions after reading. I'm having writer's block and can only write some slice-of-life scenes! You can recommend the next summoned character.)

"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.

Feng Bailong followed closely behind, taking a step forward with clean and swift movements, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

He bowed deeply to Ling Han, his voice clear and resonant, carrying the sharpness and sincerity unique to a swordsman: "Your Excellency's grace is deeply appreciated. After fusing with the left leg bone, my sword intent is more concentrated, and my sword energy is purer, as if I have touched upon a higher realm of swordsmanship!"

"The entire Wind Sword Sect is willing to be the sharp sword in Your Excellency's hand, cutting down all obstacles!" His eyes shone brightly, a fervent light that came from having found the path he had pursued all his life.

The soul bone bestowed by Ling Han not only enhanced his strength, but also pointed him to a path leading to the ultimate swordsmanship!
Huo Yan and Hu Qianxing also rushed forward, their voices filled with relief at surviving the ordeal and absolute submission:
"Fire Leopard Sect's Huo Yan kowtows in gratitude to Your Excellency for saving my life and bestowing upon me the bone! My injuries have been fully healed and my soul power has greatly improved after fusing with the right arm bone! The Fire Leopard Sect is willing to go through fire and water for Your Excellency and burn the enemy chieftain to ashes!"

"Hu Qianxing of the Black Tiger Sect thanks Your Excellency for sparing my life! The entire Black Tiger Sect is willing to serve you like a dog or a horse, and we have no other intentions!" Hu Qianxing recalled the despairing threat of Dugu Bo's deadly poison and the surging power within him, and his awe of Ling Han was even more profound.

Ling Han listened to the four men's declarations of loyalty, his face remaining calm and expressionless. He nodded slightly, his voice indifferent yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Remember what you said today. The Beast God Pavilion rewards merit and punishes crime."

"Submission to me is the beginning of your glory and your only way to survive."

His gaze slowly swept over the four of them, his icy blue eyes like solid ice, causing them to involuntarily straighten their backs and hold their breath.

"Heavenly Dou City is merely the starting point for the Beast God Pavilion." Ling Han's voice was not loud, but it struck the four men like a heavy hammer. "Your task is to guard your respective branch pavilions, reorganize your forces, and discipline your disciples. Before long, you will be entrusted with even heavier responsibilities."

"Yes! We will obey Your Majesty's decree!" The four responded in unison, their voices strong and clear, filled with the excitement of being entrusted with a mission.

At this moment, Wang Qiu'er, who had been standing quietly beside Ling Han, slightly turned her golden dragon eyes, and her cold gaze, like a solid ice spike, instantly locked onto the four of them.

A dragon's might, clearer and more terrifying than before, crashed down like an invisible mountain!

Hu Yanzhen and the other three felt their bones groaning under the unbearable weight, and an instinctive fear trembled from the depths of their souls!
It felt as if they were being targeted by a prehistoric beast, about to be torn to shreds at any moment! Cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.

Wang Qiu'er's red lips parted slightly, her voice like an icy spring striking jade, carrying a suffocatingly cold and oppressive aura: "To be loyal is to act loyal. If there is even the slightest hint of disloyalty..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the sudden increase in the terrifying dragon's might, which almost froze the space itself, and the fleeting, soul-tearing killing intent in her golden dragon eyes, said it all.

The four men's faces turned deathly pale instantly. Even a tough guy like Huyan Zhen felt his legs go weak, and he quickly lowered his head again, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Your subordinates dare not! We have no disloyal intentions!" "We swear to serve our young master and young mistress to the death!"

Watching the four of them terrified by Qiu'er's single glance, Wang Dong'er couldn't help but chuckle softly, her laughter as clear as a silver bell.

She tugged at Ling Han's sleeve and said sweetly, "Husband, look at them, they're so timid." Her charming words broke the suffocating pressure, but made Hu Yanzhen and the others realize that this seemingly delicate young mistress's status and intimacy with the Venerable One were also beyond their comprehension.

A barely perceptible smile flickered in Ling Han's icy blue eyes. He raised his hand and gently squeezed Wang Dong'er's small hand, signaling her to stop fooling around. Then he looked at the four people: "Go down. Gather your forces and be ready to act at any time."

"Yes! Your subordinates take their leave!" The four men felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They bowed and left the side hall almost backwards. Only after they had walked a long way did they dare to straighten up slightly and wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.

In that brief moment, especially the oppressive feeling brought by the Golden Dragon Queen's gaze, it was more terrifying than any life-or-death battle they had ever experienced!
In the side hall, only Ling Han, Wang Qiu'er, and Wang Dong'er remained.

Wang Qiu'er suppressed her dragon might and returned to her aloof and stunning appearance. Only when her golden dragon eyes looked at Ling Han did a hint of gentleness appear.

Wang Dong'er hugged Ling Han's arm with a grin, her butterfly wings fluttering lightly: "Husband, you're so majestic! Sister Qiu'er is so amazing too! Look how scared they are, they're almost wetting their pants!"

Ling Han looked at the two ladies, his icy expression completely melting away, revealing a gentle smile. He wrapped his arm around Wang Dong'er's slender waist and then reached out to Wang Qiu'er.

Wang Qiu'er naturally stepped forward and placed her slightly cool hand in Ling Han's palm. Ling Han gently pulled her, and she leaned into his arms, a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction on her cool face.

"Let's go back to our quarters." Ling Han's voice was deep and gentle, carrying a hint of weariness and relaxation. "That's enough for today. We'll be going to the new academy tomorrow."

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Early morning, inside the main palace of the Beast God Pavilion.

The warm, golden morning light shone through the carved window lattice onto the large bed.

Ling Han's consciousness was the first to awaken from his slumber, and the first thing he felt was two soft, fragrant bodies pressed tightly against him.

His body was mostly pressed against Wang Dong'er's petite and delicate body, the sweet fragrance of the young girl mixed with the faint floral scent of the Goddess of Light butterfly lingering around his nose.

His lips landed squarely on Wang Qiu'er's full, alluring lips, the warm, slightly cool sensation exceptionally clear.

As he subconsciously raised his head slightly to separate them, a wisp of ambiguous, crystalline silver thread was stretched and broken, shimmering in the morning light.

(End of this chapter)