Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 163 Pressure Yu Yuanzhen Appears!
He hadn't finished speaking!
Ling Han's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them!

Before anyone could even see the spirit rings beneath his feet light up, an invisible and intangible yet chillingly powerful pressure—the fourth spirit skill, Dragon's Might: Annihilation—instantly condensed, like an invisible giant mountain, precisely and violently pressing down on the elder who had spoken!
"puff--!"

The level 83 Soul Douluo elder felt as if his brain had been pierced by millions of ice needles, and his soul had been thrown into the deepest part of the Arctic Ice Abyss!

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes instantly became bloodshot, his body shook violently, and his consciousness began to blur!
However, this is not the end!
At the very moment when his spirit was severely damaged and his defenses were at their weakest!

The magnificent and mysterious blue-gold third spirit ring beneath Ling Han's feet suddenly flashed!
He clenched his right hand in the air, and an Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Spear, its entire body ice-blue, wrapped with ferocious dragon shadows, and radiating a chilling aura that could tear apart everything, instantly materialized!

There were no unnecessary movements, just a simple and direct thrust!
The gun flashes like a dragon! Faster than lightning! *Swoosh!*
The Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Spear seemed to ignore the distance in space, instantly piercing through the void. The spear shaft didn't even touch the elder's body, but the extremely concentrated spear intent and cold air had already erupted!
"Ugh—!" The elder let out a short and shrill scream, his chest as if struck hard by an invisible battering ram, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string!

It moved so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in the air!
Boom! A deafening explosion!
His body slammed heavily, as if embedded in the wall, onto the huge plaque above the mountain gate that bore the six characters "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan"!

The sturdy metal plaque was smashed and deeply dented, riddled with cracks! The elder was embedded in the plaque, blood seeping from beneath him, staining the plaque red. He had completely lost consciousness, his fate unknown!

The remaining three Soul Douluo elders were so frightened that their faces turned deathly pale, their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to their knees!

They didn't even see how or when the other party attacked! An 83rd-level Soul Douluo was swatted away like a fly and his image was permanently embedded in the sect's face!
Is this...is this really a Soul Master?! This is practically an ancient ferocious beast in human skin!
“Trash.” Long Chen stepped forward, his voice low and full of disdain.

Immediately, he stopped suppressing his aura! Boom—!!! The terrifying pressure of a level 97 peak Douluo erupted like a dormant volcano!

Behind him, the crimson phantom of a holy dragon roared to the sky, its pure and domineering dragon might, seemingly capable of burning away the eight wastelands, instantly swept across the entire area!

The might of the Thunder Dragon, which the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was so proud of, was suppressed and trembled in the face of this Flaming Holy Dragon, as if it had encountered an emperor. Its light dimmed!
"Didn't you hear what my lord said?" Long Chen's voice was like rolling thunder, carrying a tangible killing intent, pressing down hard on the three elders who were on the verge of collapse. "Let Yu Yuanzhen come out!"

"Otherwise, we will raze your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to the ground today, leaving not a single one alive!"

The pressure of a level 97 peak Soul Power Super Douluo was like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, fiercely suppressing the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

All the disciples felt as if a burning volcano was pressing down on their heads, making it difficult to breathe. Their martial spirits trembled and wailed uncontrollably. The disciples with weaker cultivation rolled their eyes back and collapsed into unconsciousness!

Even the three Soul Douluo elders felt as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs, their bones creaking and they almost had to kneel down!

They were utterly devastated! All their pride and dignity shattered before absolute power! A Title Douluo! And such a powerful one at that, comparable to a peak Douluo enshrined by the Spirit Hall!
"Yes...yes, yes, yes! We'll go and inform them right away!"

"I'm going right now! Please...please calm down, Your Excellency! Please calm down!" An elder practically tumbled and crawled, rushing frantically towards the depths of the sect at the fastest speed he had ever traveled, as if he would suffer the same fate as the two elders before him if he was even a step slower.

The other two elders stood trembling like quails, their heads bowed, their bodies shaking, their robes soaked with cold sweat. They dared not even breathe, much less look at the god-like figures of Ling Han and his companions.

Wang Dong'er pouted her pink lips and waved her hand in front of her nose in disgust: "Hmph, wouldn't it have been better if you had just behaved like this from the beginning?"

"They only behave when they get beaten and see blood. What a bunch of spineless cowards." Wang Qiu'er's golden dragon eyes swept indifferently over the trembling disciples and elders, as if they were ants, and she coldly uttered two words: "Trash."

Ling Han stood with his hands behind his back, the illusory image of the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor slowly receding into his body, but the icy pressure that permeated all directions and the tangible killing intent did not diminish in the slightest.

He remained calm, as if he had merely swatted two flies and was patiently waiting for the main culprit to appear.

Ling Han didn't have to wait long.

A few breaths later—BOOM!!! A powerful, violent pressure, filled with anger and thunderous energy, suddenly erupted from the deepest council hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
This aura was like thunder accumulated over ten thousand years, which exploded with a deafening roar, reaching the level of a level ninety-five Super Douluo!

"Who dares to cause trouble in my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"You injured my elders and destroyed my sect! Do you really think I, Yu Yuanzhen, am made of clay?!" A furious roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, shook the entire mountain!

A figure enveloped in dazzling, crackling blue lightning shot out from the depths of the sect at an astonishing speed, like lightning tearing through the sky, carrying boundless fury, and hovered in mid-air!

The newcomer was tall and imposing, with a fierce face, and his hair and beard stood on end, like a raging lion!

His body was crackling with extremely violent blue lightning, ionizing and distorting the surrounding air!
Nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—stood beneath his feet, radiating brilliant light, especially the last ten-thousand-year spirit ring, which flashed with astonishing lightning! It was none other than Yu Yuanzhen, the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and a level 95 Power Attack-type Super Douluo!

He was furious! He could hardly believe his ears when he received the elder's terrified and incoherent message!

Someone actually dared to attack the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? And even severely injured his right-hand man, the Grand Elder? This is an unprecedented disgrace!
However, when he rushed out at top speed and saw the scene at the mountain gate, the raging fire in his chest was instantly extinguished by more than half, replaced by a startled look of disbelief and an unprecedented solemnity!
(End of this chapter)