Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 168: The Founding of the Ten Thousand Dragons Sect!
Ling Han expressionlessly stored the three 35,000-year-old soul bones, which were still emitting faint lightning and surging energy, into his system space.

These soul bones are of superior quality and possess powerful attributes. If they are rewarded to capable subordinates in the future, they will surely add even more combat strength.

As for Yu Yuanzhen's charred corpse, he didn't even bother to look at it again.

His gaze slowly swept across the plaza below. There, a dense mass of several hundred disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan knelt in submission.

Their faces were ashen, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their eyes were filled with endless terror, despair, bewilderment, and the disorientation of surviving a catastrophe.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and burning, as well as a suffocating feeling of "fear".

Ling Han took a step forward, stood on the high ground, and looked down at the group of stray dogs.

His voice was flat and even, yet like the friction of ancient ice, it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable authority and a cold pronouncement:
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen, and five Soul Douluo elders have all been executed."

These words struck each disciple like a heavy hammer, causing them to tremble and lower their heads even further.

"From this day forward, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan will cease to exist in the world."

As the verdict was announced, many disciples slumped in their shoulders, as if all their energy had been drained away. Some female disciples even couldn't help but sob softly, but they covered their mouths tightly, not daring to make a loud noise.

Ling Han's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling killing intent: "Here, only the newly established—Ten Thousand Dragons Sect!"

He paused, a hint of mockery and absolute confidence flashing in his icy blue eyes, like an emperor scrutinizing his groveling subjects: "Of course, if any of you still harbor feelings for Yu Yuanzhen, if any of you still disagree with what I, Ling Han, have done today... feel free to step forward and challenge me."

The moment the words fell, Ling Han made no further attempt to conceal himself. His terrifying aura, far surpassing that of a Soul Master and comparable to that of an ordinary Title Douluo at level ninety-three, descended with a deafening roar, like a dormant ancient beast awakening!

A chilling, domineering aura, imbued with the majesty of the Dragon Emperor and the deathly stillness of the abyss, crashed down on all the disciples below like a tangible tsunami!
"Uh!"

"Pfft!"

"what!"

Instantly, chaos erupted below!
Among these disciples, the highest cultivation level is only a few Soul Emperors, and there are very few Soul Kings. Most of them are Soul Sect Masters, Soul Venerables, or even Great Soul Masters!

How could they withstand such pressure comparable to that of a Title Douluo?

In an instant, almost all the disciples felt as if they had been hit by an invisible mountain, making it difficult to breathe and their hearts almost stopped beating!
The martial spirit trembled and wailed instinctively, while those with weaker cultivation rolled their eyes back, collapsed to the ground, and fainted!
Even those Soul Emperors felt their bones creaking, their soul power completely stagnating, their faces turning purple, and they desperately lowered their heads, using all their strength to barely maintain their kneeling posture, not daring to make any eye contact with the god-like figure on the high platform!

Challenge? What a joke! Didn't you see how easily he slaughtered several elders at the Contra level, like killing chickens and dogs?

...Go up and challenge them? What's the difference between that and suicide?! At this moment, their hearts were filled with nothing but fear; not even a single thought of resistance could rise within them!
Ling Han, standing on the high platform, took in the ugly behavior of everyone below, a cold smile curving his lips.

That's exactly the effect he wanted: absolute military crushing, destroying all their hopes and resistance.

Seeing that no one dared to speak or even raise their heads, Ling Han slowly withdrew some of his oppressive aura, allowing the disciples who were still conscious to catch their breath. However, the invisible pressure still enveloped the entire area.

He spoke again, his voice returning to its previous calmness, yet carrying an undeniable command: "Since none of you have anything to say, then from this moment on, the old order is null and void." His gaze turned to Long Chen, who stood beside him like an iron tower. "Long Chen, former elder of the Beast God Pavilion, a level 97 peak offensive-type Title Douluo, Martial Soul: Blazing Sacred Dragon."

"Effective immediately, I will serve as the Vice Sect Master of the Wanlong Sect, responsible for the reorganization of all specific affairs of the sect, personnel deployment, and military deterrence."

"If anyone disobeys or disobeys... you know what to do."

Upon hearing this, Long Chen's eyes blazed with fervor. He stepped forward, knelt on one knee before Ling Han, and said in a booming voice, "Your subordinate, Long Chen, obeys!"

"We will not fail the young master's trust. Anyone who dares to disobey will be burned to ashes by my blazing flames!"

His terrifying aura of being at the peak of level 97, combined with his powerful words, once again sent shivers down the spines of the disciples below.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Han's gaze fell on the aloof and stunning Wang Qiu'er beside him, and his tone softened slightly: "Qiu'er, from this day forward, you will serve as the sect leader of the Wanlong Sect."

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Qiu'er's bright golden dragon eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She didn't like dealing with mundane affairs, but she understood Ling Han's intention—with the absolute bloodline suppression of her Golden Dragon Martial Soul and her terrifying strength at level ninety-eight, sitting in charge of this new sect named after "Dragon" would be enough to intimidate all villains and make all disciples feel awe and submission from the depths of their martial soul bloodline.

She nodded slightly, her cool voice echoing across the square: "Mm."

At this moment, Wang Dong'er blinked her big pink-blue eyes, tugged at Ling Han's arm, and said coquettishly, "Husband, husband~ what about Dong'er?"

"Dong'er wants to be an official too!"

Looking at Wang Dong'er's charming and adorable appearance, Ling Han's coldness turned into doting affection. He gently pinched her cheek and said, "You should become an honorary elder of the Wanlong Sect, with a status equal to that of the sect leader."

“Responsible for…supervising the deputy sect leader’s work, keeping your sister Qiu’er company, and incidentally,” he smiled, “if anyone upsets you, you can deal with them as you please, okay?” He naturally couldn’t bear to let the lively and active Dong’er be bound by sect affairs.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong'er beamed with joy. Although it was just an honorary title, she was still very satisfied and sweetly replied, "Great! I like this!"

"I promise to beat those disobedient ones to a pulp for Sister Qiu'er!" She waved her little fist as she spoke, which sent another chill down the spines of the disciples below—this seemingly delicate and cute girl was probably no pushover at all!

Ling Han looked again at the disciples below who were silent as cicadas in fear, his voice turning cold: "Do any of you have any further objections?"

How could those disciples dare to utter the slightest objection? They didn't even dare to raise their heads, but could only bow their bodies even lower, responding in trembling voices, scattered yet eventually flowing together: "Disciple...disciple greets Sect Master!"

"Greetings, Vice Sect Master! Greetings, Honorary Elder!"

"We... will obey the Pavilion Master's orders! We have no disloyal intentions!" The voices were filled with fear and humility, devoid of any of the arrogance of the disciples of the three upper sects.

Ling Han nodded in satisfaction. He knew that these people's submission stemmed from fear of force, not from genuine feelings.

But that's enough. He has the time and means to slowly wear down their so-called pride as disciples of the original three sects and completely integrate them into the new force, the Myriad Dragons Sect.

(End of this chapter)