Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 161 Target: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Looking at Ling Han's eyes, which had become somewhat mischievous and gentle, Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er instantly recalled the madness and shame of last night. Their two stunningly beautiful faces flushed red, like ripe apples, making them even more exquisite.

They stomped their feet in embarrassment and annoyance, clung tightly to Ling Han's arm and shook it, their little mouths pouting even more, and said in unison in a coquettish tone, "What are you looking at!"

"Anyway... anyway, we've already consummated our marriage, so you're one of us now!"

"So we have the right to follow you and ensure your safety!" She said this with a confident tone, yet it was tinged with a deep shyness and affection.

Ling Han was both amused and exasperated by the two girls' adorable appearance, and helplessly covered his forehead with his hand. It wasn't that he found them annoying; it was just that their shy and annoyed, blushing, pouting, and coquettish demeanor was too irresistible, almost making him lose control and want to hold them in his arms and cherish them.

Long Chen, who was still bowing to the side, felt so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet when he saw the young master and the two ladies flirting so openly.

This towering man, his bronze face flushed with an unnatural blush, could only lower his eyes and pretend to be a statue, silently chanting, 'I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything…'

Ling Han finally gave up on "persuasion," smiled helplessly yet indulgently, and reached out to gently stroke the two girls' pert noses: "Alright, alright, I'll take you there, I'll take you there."

"There's really nothing I can do against you."

"Yay! My husband is the best!" Wang Dong'er cheered immediately, and a gentle yet touching smile appeared on Wang Qiu'er's face as well.

Ling Han suppressed his smile, turned his gaze to Long Chen who was still "playing dead," and said in a steady voice, "Long Chen."

"Your subordinate is here!" Long Chen replied hastily, as if granted a pardon. "Prepare yourselves, and come with me to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

A burning fighting spirit instantly blazed in Long Chen's eyes, and he shouted, "Yes! Young Master! Your subordinate has been preparing for a long time!"

Soon after, four streaks of light shot into the sky from the Beast God Pavilion and sped toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Outside the gates of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

A majestic mountain peak stands before us, its steep slopes shrouded in mist.

At the mountain gate, a huge stone tablet is engraved with six powerful characters that faintly flash with lightning: "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect," showcasing the domineering and majestic aura of the three upper sects.

At the mountain gate, several disciples dressed in blue sect uniforms were on duty.

From afar, they saw that Ling Han and his companions possessed extraordinary bearing, especially the two women who were so beautiful they seemed otherworldly. Their eyes first flashed with amazement and greed, but this was quickly replaced by the arrogance inherent in sect disciples.

A disciple who appeared to be a minor leader stepped forward, hands on his hips, and arrogantly barked, "Hey! You lot!"

"Halt! This is the territory of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! It's not a place for you idlers! Get out of here!" Ling Han seemed not to hear the buzzing of flies at all, and continued walking towards the mountain gate with Long Chen, Wang Qiu'er, and Wang Dong'er without pausing for a moment.

That indifferent attitude made it seem as if the place before him was not the gate of the three upper sects, but his own backyard.

The disciples felt insulted that the other party dared to ignore them, and they shouted even louder, "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me tell you to get lost?"

"If you dare to come forward again, don't blame us for being impolite... uh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the disciples suddenly felt as if they had been struck by an invisible mountain. Their eyes bulged out, their faces turned purple instantly, and they couldn't even scream. They all coughed up blood and collapsed limply to the ground, lifeless!
Ling Han didn't even deliberately release his pressure. His terrifying aura, which was at level 46 but comparable to a level 93 Title Douluo, simply flowed naturally, and the invisible force field formed was something that these gatekeeper disciples, whose soul power was at most that of a Great Soul Master, could not withstand!

Crushing a few noisy ants didn't change Ling Han's expression at all, as if he had simply brushed off some dust.

Without stopping, he led the three behind him past the mountain gate stone tablet of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and into the territory of this sect, which was known as the number one beast martial spirit in the world.

Ling Han and his three companions stepped over the mountain gate stone tablet with leisurely steps, as if they were strolling in their own garden.

However, the undisguised aura emanating from them, especially Ling Han's strange, powerful, and heart-palpitating pressure despite only being at the Soul Master level, was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly alarming the experts deep within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Five figures shot out from different directions within the sect like lightning, instantly blocking the stone steps in front of Ling Han and his companions!
The newcomers were all elderly men dressed in the robes of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan elders. Each of them possessed a deep and powerful aura, with faint flashes of lightning around them. They were all Soul Douluo-level powerhouses!
The leader was an old man with white hair and beard and sharp eyes like an eagle, whose cultivation level had reached level 87. The other four were between level 83 and 85!
Five Soul Masters! Such a lineup would be enough to sweep across any region on the continent!
However, at this moment, all five of them had a deep sense of surprise and solemnity on their faces!

Their gazes were fixed on Ling Han, who was leading the group. Although they clearly sensed that the blue-clad youth's soul power fluctuations were only at the Soul Master level (level 46), the oppressive feeling emanating from this soul power was strangely palpable, making their very souls tremble!

It was as if they were facing not a person, but a lurking ancient ice dragon! The fear that originated from the level of life itself caused even the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, known as the number one beast martial soul in the world, to tremble slightly and emit uneasy hiss!
"Who are you?!"

"Why did you force your way into my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and even injure my gatekeeper disciple?!" The leader, an 87-level white-bearded elder, suppressed his unease and shouted sharply, his voice like thunder, trying to overwhelm the other party with his aura.

Although he was surprised and suspicious, he still maintained the arrogance of an elder of the three upper sects, relying on the five Soul Douluos on his side.

The other four Soul Douluos also released their Martial Souls. The phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared behind them, and violent lightning power spread out, causing the surrounding air to crackle and ionize, attempting to intimidate the newcomers with their numerical and Soul Power level advantage.

Ling Han finally stopped, his icy blue eyes sweeping indifferently over the five Soul Douluos who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he were looking at five ants baring their fangs and claws.

"Noisy."

He had absolutely no interest in answering the other person's question.

Perfect, let's test our skills with these five Soul Douluos and fully understand our current strength level!

(End of this chapter)