Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 139 Sendou-ryu's Reaction
Bibi Dong spoke coldly, her voice devoid of emotion: "Take him to see the Grand Elder first."

She took the lead and walked deeper into the sanctuary, the hem of her magnificent papal robe brushing against the cold ground with a soft rustling sound.

The worshippers suppressed their inner turmoil, and the lion and the blue phoenix helped the golden crocodile up on either side, quickly following Bibi Dong.

Deep within the main hall, beneath the colossal six-winged angel statue, Qian Daoliu stood silently, his back to the crowd, as if he already knew everything.

He was bathed in a soft golden halo, appearing sacred and majestic.

"Big Brother." The retainers bowed in unison.

Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, his calm and unfathomable gaze first falling on Golden Crocodile Douluo. His golden pupils rippled slightly, flashing a hint of barely perceptible surprise, but quickly returned to their usual placid state.

He raised his hand and unleashed a pure and warm golden holy light, which flowed into the golden crocodile's body.

Golden Crocodile Douluo groaned, feeling a warm current flow through his body. The excruciating pain in his chest and the piercing cold in his right arm were immediately relieved, and his face regained some color.

"Thank you, brother," Golden Crocodile said in a low voice.

"Tell me in detail." Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Nourished by the holy light, Golden Crocodile Douluo regained a bit of strength. Looking at Qian Daoliu, his eyes were filled with shame, humiliation, and a trace of lingering fear. "I...I have disgraced the Hall of Offerings..."

Qian Daoliu walked up to him, his voice steady: "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, there's no need to worry about them."

"The person who hurt you was that woman with the Golden Dragon Martial Soul?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded with difficulty, then slowly shook his head, his voice hoarse as he said, "Yes, but not entirely... She was the one who hurt me the most, but that Beast God Pavilion Master Ling Han... is even more terrifying!"

Upon hearing this, all the worshippers were astonished!
"Ling Han? That Soul Master?" Azure Phoenix Douluo exclaimed in surprise.

"He...he made a move?" Even Lion Douluo was stunned.

Golden Crocodile Douluo took a deep breath, his eyes filled with memories and fear: "That Wang Qiu'er, with a level 97 Golden Dragon Martial Soul, two 100,000-year Soul Rings, and wielding a Golden Dragon Spear that seemed to be a divine artifact... her attack power was domineering and unparalleled, and her ability to break through defenses was extremely terrifying! I... I was defeated by her, and I admit defeat wholeheartedly!"

He paused, his tone becoming even more serious, even carrying a hint of unspeakable apprehension: "But what's even more terrifying is that Ling Han!"

"He... he only had the cultivation of a Soul Venerable, but facing my pressure, and later the Pope... he remained terrifyingly calm from beginning to end!"

"No, it's not calmness, it's... a kind of indifference as if you're in control of everything!"

"He made his final move, attempting to sever one of my arms... His third spirit ring was... a blue-gold color I'd never seen before!"

"His aura is even more ancient and terrifying than a 100,000-year-old spirit ring! He summoned an ice spear entwined with the phantom of an ice dragon, its power... is comparable to a Soul Douluo's full-force attack! If it weren't for my strong physical body, I'm afraid..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice carried a hint of lingering fear: "Moreover, he... he actually... he actually dared to address the Pope by his name when he tried to mediate, and his words were extremely humiliating and sarcastic!"

"Even...even made suggestive remarks..."

He repeated Ling Han's words, "Pack her up and take her as your wife," leaving the other retainers dumbfounded, hardly believing their ears!

"He...he really dares to say that?!" Lion Douluo's mouth dropped open. "Madman! This kid is a madman!" Light Feather Douluo muttered. Qianjun and Jiangmo also looked at each other, their eyes filled with a sense of absurdity.

Golden Crocodile Douluo said bitterly, "What's even stranger is... the Pope... the Pope actually endured it!"

"He also lost a 100,000-year-old soul bone and a million gold soul coins... I suspect that Ling Han either has a backing we can't even imagine, or... he himself is hiding a terrifying trump card that even Bibi Dong would be wary of!"

"This person... is unfathomable! The Beast God Pavilion must not be easily made an enemy!"

A deathly silence fell over the entire sanctuary. All the worshippers were silent, their faces filled with shock and solemnity.

They had already given the Beast God Pavilion a high evaluation, but now it seems they had greatly underestimated it! Especially that mysterious Pavilion Master, Ling Han!

A glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's deep eyes as he gently patted Golden Crocodile Douluo's shoulder: "You've worked hard, Second Brother."

"Go down and heal your wounds. I have my own plans for this matter." He gestured for Qingluan and Xiongshi to help Jin'e down to rest.

After Jin E left, Qian Daoliu's gaze swept over the remaining indignant worshippers, finally landing on Bibi Dong, who had remained silent. His voice was unreadable: "Your Holiness, what do you think of this matter?"

A fleeting, icy glint flashed deep within Bibi Dong's violet eyes, but her voice remained steady, even carrying a hint of lazy mockery: "An arrogant brat who doesn't know his own mortality."

"His soul power is weak, and relying on the few powerful women around him and some unknown trump cards, he is arrogant and speaks wildly."

She paused slightly, as if recalling something, then added, her tone becoming more serious: "However, his composure was truly extraordinary."

"Facing me, the Emperor, she showed no fear whatsoever. On the contrary... she pressed him relentlessly, her words sharp, even..." She seemed to recall Ling Han's last words, "bandit's wife," and her jade hand clenched slightly, her nails almost digging into her palm, but she remained outwardly calm, "...absolutely audacious. Her character is far from that of an ordinary youth."

"The Beast God Pavilion is more troublesome than we expected. There may be a terrifying force behind it that we don't know about."

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power: "I understand. I have my own plans for this matter." He looked at Bibi Dong, "Your Holiness, thank you for your trouble this time."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, not responding to the 'thank you', but simply said, "Since the Grand Elder is already aware, I will not stay any longer."

"Ling Yuan, let's go." After saying that, he turned around and left with Ling Yuan Douluo, the magnificent papal robes drawing a resolute and cold arc.

Qian Daoliu watched Bibi Dong's departing figure, his eyes gleaming with golden light, lost in thought.

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Holy Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy, Pavilion Master's Office
Ling Han sat alone behind the large desk, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the surface.

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed in through the window, casting a warm hue on his icy blue hair, but it couldn't dispel the deep contemplation between his brows.

The door was gently pushed open, and Wang Dong'er peeked in. Her long, light blue hair cascaded down like tassels. She blinked her big eyes and asked with concern, "Husband, are you alright all by yourself?"

"Sister Qiu'er is recuperating next door, and her soul power has been greatly depleted. I want to go and keep her company."

(End of this chapter)