Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 128 The Appearance of Various Forces

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"Dare to step onto the stage and exchange a few blows with this old man?! Let this old man see if the so-called Beast God Pavilion lives up to its name!"

On the terrace, Wang Dong'er instantly bristled, her pink and blue butterfly wings unfurling with a 'whoosh,' and she pointed at Golden Crocodile Douluo, about to unleash a torrent of abuse: "You old bastard..."

However, Ling Han gently pressed her shoulder as she spoke.

Ling Han's lips still held that cold smile, and he looked calmly at Golden Crocodile Douluo, as if watching a farce.

He was waiting. Waiting for that familiar voice.

Ding!
Sure enough, the moment Golden Crocodile Douluo finished speaking, a clear mission notification sounded in Ling Han's mind:
[A powerful provocation and challenge has been detected from Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall!]

Option 1: Take on the challenge head-on! Defeat Golden Crocodile Douluo and defend the dignity of the Beast God Pavilion with your strength!

[Reward: 20000 Summoning Points! One random Soul Bone of 100,000 Year Level!]

Option Two: Avoid battle! Ignore the provocation, but this will damage your reputation with the Beast God Pavilion.

[Reward: 20000 Summoning Points.]

Ling Han sneered inwardly: The system is indeed generous; the chance to get 20,000 points for free has arrived!
And option one offers a much better reward! Just as he was about to make his choice—

"presumptuous!"

A chilling, bone-chilling shout, filled with boundless rage and terrifying dragon might, exploded like a dragon's roar from the heavens!

Wang Qiu'er took a step forward and broke free from Ling Han's grasp. Her figure instantly appeared in the sky, facing Golden Crocodile Douluo from afar!
Her long, golden hair danced wildly under the surge of violent soul power, like the fire of a burning sun!

Her once clear and cold golden dragon eyes were now burning with a fury powerful enough to incinerate everything!

Insult her? She doesn't care! As a golden dragon, she has her own pride, and she disdains any verbal provocation!
But! This old hag dared to verbally insult her husband, Ling Han! He even dared to mock Wang Dong'er, whom she regarded as a sister!
This has touched Wang Qiu'er's absolute sore spot!

Her possessiveness and protectiveness were ignited at this moment, turning into a raging inferno that could burn the heavens and boil the seas!

"You old scoundrel!" Wang Qiu'er's voice was as cold as the iron of the far north, each word seemingly carrying the sharp edge of a dragon's fang.

"You insulted my husband and mocked my sisters. Today, I will let your old bones taste the wrath of the golden dragon!"

Boom——!
A terrifying dragon's might, more than ten times stronger than before, erupted from Wang Qiu'er like a tsunami!

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red!

Nine spirit rings, seven black and two red, bloomed like nine burning suns beneath her feet!

Especially the last two 100,000-year soul rings, which looked like condensed blood and exuded a terrifying aura, brought a visual impact that made all the students and teachers below feel breathless!
The golden dragon might of a level 97 Super Douluo and the ferocious golden crocodile might of a level 98 Super Douluo collided violently in the sky like two invisible ancient divine mountains!

Click!Click!
The space seemed unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound! An invisible shockwave spread wildly from the two of them! Xue Qinglan, who had retreated below, saw this and a trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes, but more than that, she had confidence in Wang Qiu'er.

She immediately let out a clear shout: "Everyone, retreat!" She formed hand seals, and a surge of powerful extreme ice soul power erupted forth. Together with several other academy experts who had reacted, they quickly set up a thick, shimmering ice crystal-like soul power shield around the plaza, firmly protecting the terrified students and teachers below and isolating them from the terrifying aftershocks of the pressure that was enough to tear apart soul masters below the Soul Emperor level.

"Madam, be careful!" Xue Qinglan shouted to Wang Qiu'er high in the sky, then focused all her attention on maintaining the protective barrier.

Meanwhile, atop a mountain with an excellent view, several miles away from the Holy Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy.

Two figures appeared silently, like ghosts.

Ahead stood a tall, graceful figure, her deep purple papal robe fluttering in the wind, outlining a breathtakingly mature silhouette.

As her skirt billowed in the wind, the edge of the light purple lace tightly hugging her round, pert buttocks glimpsed once more, its full heart shape and deep indentations exuding a forbidden allure in the sunlight. It was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall!

She held the scepter inlaid with a huge, dark purple gem in her hand, and her violet eyes were as deep as an abyss. At this moment, she was gazing with great interest at the two terrifying auras that were clashing fiercely and violently in the sky above the academy.

Her gaze was precisely fixed on that radiant golden figure, exuding a noble and domineering dragon-like aura.

Half a step behind her, Lingyuan Douluo stood like the most loyal guard, his fiery red leather armor outlining his hot figure, his long crimson hair dancing in the wind, his wild face carrying a solemn expression and a hint of undisguised shock.

She was also drawn to the upcoming showdown in the distance.

"Oh?" Bibi Dong's full, alluring red lips curled slightly, revealing a playful and stunning smile that was enough to captivate all beings, yet also carried a cold scrutiny.

"That is... Wang Qiu'er, the Golden Dragon Martial Soul owner that Juhua Pass and Guimei mentioned?"

Her gaze, like the most precise instrument, swept over the heart-stopping configuration of seven black and two red spirit rings at Wang Qiu'er's feet, especially the two bright red 100,000-year spirit rings. A barely perceptible glint flashed deep in her purple eyes: "Level 97 peak... two 100,000-year spirit rings... this aura is even more powerful and domineering than described in the intelligence... no wonder that old crocodile, Golden Crocodile, treats it with such seriousness."

Her gaze then swept over the ice-blue figure on the academy terrace below, holding the pink and blue butterfly-winged girl's hand and calmly watching the battle—Ling Han.

Bibi Dong's smile deepened, revealing a knowing understanding and... intense interest: "To remain so calm and composed in the face of Golden Crocodile Douluo's provocation... is it confidence?"

"Or... does he have something to rely on? This young master is becoming more and more interesting."

Then, her gaze returned to the two people facing off in the sky, her purple eyes flashing with cruelty and excitement as if watching a beast fight: "That old guy, Golden Crocodile, has always been arrogant and disdainful of everyone, relying on his thick skin and level 98 soul power."

"We've really messed up this time... That golden dragon is not someone to be trifled with."

Her slender, fair fingers gently caressed the dark purple gemstone at the top of the scepter, as if she were stroking a lover's skin. Her voice was languid yet tinged with a bloodthirsty anticipation: "Power against power, tyranny against tyranny... what a rare spectacle."

"Lingyuan, do you think... the old crocodile skin of the Golden Crocodile is tougher, or the golden dragon claws of that little female dragon... are sharper?"

(End of this chapter)