Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 119 Pressure
en route.

Wang Dong'er hugged Ling Han tightly, feeling the wind whistling past her ears.

She still seemed a little resentful about how her husband had kissed Qiu'er first that morning. She leaned close to Ling Han's ear, her voice a mix of coquettishness and deliberate whining: "Husband~ you flew so fast, the wind was so strong!"

Before Ling Han could react, she suddenly turned her head and pressed her soft lips against his cheek, a light touch like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, he kissed the corner of her mouth again.

Her light blue eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, like a kitten that had successfully stolen some fish. While kissing him, she glanced at Wang Qiu'er, who was following closely behind, as if declaring, "Look, my husband is mine now!"

Ling Han was both amused and exasperated by Wang Dong'er's sudden 'attack'. Feeling the soft touch on his cheek and the corner of his mouth, as well as the sweet fragrance emanating from the girl, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He gently squeezed Wang Dong'er's hands that were wrapped around his waist and chuckled, "Naughty."

Wang Qiu'er, who was flying steadily behind, naturally took in this scene. A hint of helplessness flashed in her golden dragon eyes, which then turned into a warm and indulgent feeling.

She didn't speed up her pursuit, but instead looked at the two figures embracing intimately ahead, a faint yet genuine smile curving her cool lips.

Ning Rongrong, who was in her arms, blushed slightly, covered her eyes shyly, but couldn't help peeking through her fingers.

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Saint Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy (formerly Heavenly Dou Royal Academy).

The three education commissioners—Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin—had already received the news and were waiting respectfully in front of the main building of the college.

When they saw the breathtaking aura emanating from Ling Han and the other two, the last trace of impure thoughts in their hearts vanished, leaving only deep reverence.

"Sect Master Ling! Your wives!" The three education committee members bowed in unison, their posture extremely humble.

Ling Han nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three of them before finally settling on Ning Rongrong, who seemed a little uneasy. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority: "Rongrong, come here."

Ning Rongrong quickly ran forward and obediently stood next to Ling Han.

"This is Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and now, my personal disciple." Ling Han's voice clearly reached the ears of the three instructors, like a heavy hammer blow. The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

She's also the Pavilion Master's personal disciple! The weight of this identity shocked the three education committee members, and their gazes toward Ning Rongrong immediately became extremely solemn and eager.

"From today onwards, Rongrong will be learning the basics here. The three of you will be responsible for the academy's theoretical knowledge, basic soul power cultivation, and understanding of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's auxiliary abilities."

Ling Han's gaze was sharp as a knife as he stared directly at the three education committee members. "You must do your utmost. If anything happens to her, or if she suffers any injustice..."

Ling Han didn't finish speaking, but that cold, almost tangible pressure instantly enveloped the three education committee members, causing cold sweat to instantly seep from their foreheads.

"Rest assured, Master! We will treat Miss Ning as our own daughter and teach her everything we know. We will never dare to be negligent in the slightest!" Meng Shenji, as the chief disciple, quickly bowed and made his promise, his tone resolute.

"Very good." Ling Han withdrew his oppressive aura, his tone softening slightly. "Rongrong, go with the three education committee members. Study hard and don't slack off."

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings and the imposing education committee member, Ning Rongrong nervously twisted the hem of her clothes with her small hands. Her big eyes welled up with tears again as she looked at Ling Han, Wang Qiu'er, and Wang Dong'er with reluctance: "Master... Qiu'er, Master's wife... Dong'er, Master's wife..."

Ling Han walked to her side and patted her little shoulder: "Don't worry, you're here. Remember what your master said." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a reassuring power. "Yes, Master." Ning Rongrong sniffed, trying hard not to let her tears fall, and gave the three education committee members a sweet smile. The three education committee members repeatedly said they wouldn't dare, and carefully led this little darling towards the teaching area.

Ling Han then turned to Yang Wudi, who was standing to the side with a calm and steady demeanor: "Hall Master Yang."

"Your subordinate is here!" Yang Wudi replied, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Pass down the order," Ling Han's voice carried a detached air of complete control, "have the three education committee members assist you in immediately gathering all teachers and students of the entire college, regardless of status or rank, to assemble at the central square within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Yes, sir!" Yang Wudi's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around and acted together with the three education committee members who quickly followed.

Central Square.

The huge square was now teeming with people.

The academy's original teachers and students, whether they were proud noble children, diligent commoner geniuses, or teachers and professors who were usually arrogant, were all forcibly gathered here with surprise, trepidation, and even a hint of fear.

An uneasy restlessness filled the air, whispers buzzing like bees. They all knew the academy had changed hands, and the new master was the mysterious, powerful, and ruthless Beast God Pavilion Master!

No one dared to challenge the iron-fisted orders brought by Yang Wudi's Soul-Shattering Spear.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has just elapsed.

"Silence!" A low shout imbued with soul power boomed like thunder, instantly silencing all other noises.

Three figures had appeared on the high platform at some unknown time.

The one in the middle is Ling Han.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering even without wind. Just by standing there, an aura of coldness and nobility emanating from the depths of his blood arose spontaneously, as if he were a born monarch looking down upon his subjects.

To his left, Wang Qiu'er's golden eyes were indifferent, and the aura of the golden dragon was faintly visible, bringing a heavy pressure.

On the right, Wang Dong'er's pink and blue butterfly wings gently unfurled, radiating a pure and sacred aura of light, but her bright eyes held a scrutinizing gaze and a hint of barely perceptible mockery.

The three education commissioners and Yang Wudi stood respectfully to one side below the high platform, heads bowed in solemn silence.

Ling Han's gaze, like a cold searchlight, slowly swept across the dark mass of people below.

Everyone who met his gaze felt as if their heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.

The entire square was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only heavy breathing and pounding heartbeats remaining.

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy?" Ling Han spoke, his voice not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the depths of everyone's soul, carrying an undisguised mockery, "This name, from this day forward, ceases to exist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually waved his right hand. A highly condensed, ice-blue soul force shot out, accurately striking the huge plaque hanging at the back of the plaza—'Heaven Dou Royal Academy'!
"Crack! Boom—!"

The sturdy metal plaque was instantly covered in cracks under the icy power, then exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of ice shards that refracted a rainbow of light in the sunlight before disappearing without a trace!
The entire room fell into dead silence! Everyone was stunned by this domineering, direct, and utterly ruthless declaration!

What was shattered was not just a plaque, but the last remaining symbol of the Heavenly Dou Royal Family's affection for this academy!
(End of this chapter)