Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 171 The Reactions of the Various Forces!

Meanwhile, in the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The atmosphere inside the hall was so heavy it seemed to drip water. Ning Fengzhi sat upright in the main seat, his usually gentle and refined face now clouded with gloom.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood on either side of him, their faces equally grim.

Below, several disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, responsible for intelligence, were reporting nervously, their voices trembling slightly: "Sect Master, Your Excellencies... the news... the news has been confirmed."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... suffered a great tragedy yesterday! The sect was destroyed, and the sect leader, Yu Yuanzhen, along with five Soul Douluo elders... all perished in battle!"

"Now... now the force occupying that place is a new power called the 'Ten Thousand Dragons Sect'!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking hard into the hearts of Ning Fengzhi and the two Title Douluos.

Ning Fengzhi slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath as if trying to dispel the turmoil in his heart, but when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was deep weariness and worry.

He waved his hand, signaling the disciples to step back.

The hall fell into deathly silence.

After a long silence, Ning Fengzhi finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "In just one day... the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the three great sects, was destroyed, and a new sect was immediately established on the same site... Such ruthless methods, such swift speed, such formidable strength!"

He tapped the armrest unconsciously with his fingers as he analyzed, "There are only a handful of companies that have the ability and the motivation to do this."

"First, we can rule out the Haotian Sect. They have been living in seclusion for many years, so it's impossible for them to suddenly appear at this time, and in such a high-profile manner."

“The Spirit Hall…” Ning Fengzhi frowned, “The possibility is also slim.”

“Just a few days ago, Golden Crocodile Douluo suffered a great loss at the Beast God Pavilion and returned severely injured. Although Bibi Dong is crazy, she would not choose to wage war against two major forces at the same time, let alone so blatantly destroy a sect and establish a new one.”

His gaze sharpened, finally settling on a name: "Then, all that's left is the one that's been making the most noise and acting the most recklessly lately—the Beast God Pavilion!"

"Beast God Pavilion..." Chen Xin murmured to himself, gripping the Seven Kill Sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

He recalled Ji Juechen, who had fought him at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and whose sword intent was pure and sharp. Ji Juechen was only at the Soul Saint level, yet he could subtly suppress him, a Sword Douluo who had been famous for many years, in terms of swordsmanship!
Just how powerful must the true titled Douluo of the Beast God Pavilion be? Moreover, there is also the unfathomable Golden Dragon Queen Qiu'er, who could easily severely injure the Golden Crocodile Douluo!

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's voice was dry: "Feng Zhi... if it really was the work of the Beast God Pavilion, then their next target..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

The fate of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan may very well be the same as that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!
Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes in anguish. The three upper sects were of one mind? That was nothing more than a slogan when their interests aligned.

Now that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has suffered such a calamity, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan can not only not seek revenge, but even protect itself is in trouble!
Although Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone are strong, how long can they hold out against the Beast God Pavilion, which can easily kill Yu Yuanzhen and five Soul Douluos?

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped the usually resourceful leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

He was forced to consider the harshest reality—the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Should they fight to the death, only to face ultimate destruction?
Or... should he choose to submit to that terrifying Beast God Pavilion in exchange for a glimmer of hope? Either choice was like a knife twisting in his heart.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's pained expression, Chen Xin and Gu Rong could only remain silent.

They too felt immense pressure, the absolute deterrent effect of the disparity in strength. The landscape of the continent was truly about to change.

………………

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Inside the cold, gloomy hall, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan knelt on one knee on the cold ground, their heads bowed.

The ghostly voice, tinged with barely perceptible fear, reported the same news: "...Your Holiness, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been confirmed to have been wiped out, and the Ten Thousand Dragons Clan has been established in its place. Behind it...it is highly likely that the Beast God Pavilion was behind it."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Juhua Guan added: "According to the descriptions of the disciples who observed the Spirit Hall, among those who made the move were powerful individuals with a dragon spirit wielding fire, and... there was also a figure that resembled the Golden Dragon Girl who had previously severely injured the Golden Crocodile's retainer."

On the throne, Bibi Dong leaned back lazily, one of her long, slender legs encased in purple stockings elegantly draped over the other, her skirt swaying as it fell, revealing glimpses of alluring beauty.

A fair, jade-like hand gently rubbed her smooth forehead, seemingly relaxed, but deep within her violet eyes gleamed a chilling, piercing light.

“Beast God Pavilion… Ling Han…” She parted her red lips slightly, her voice lazy yet tinged with a hint of gritted teeth, “It really is them. No one else has the guts to act so arrogantly under my very nose, destroying sects and establishing new ones, not even bothering to change their names completely. Are they afraid others won’t know they’ve taken over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect’s territory?”

She dismissed the ghost and Chrysanthemum Pass. The spacious hall was now empty, leaving her alone.

Bibi Dong slowly sat up straight, her eyes becoming incredibly deep and cold.

She also deduced that it was the work of the Beast God Pavilion, but it was precisely because of this that she felt an unprecedented sense of unease and... frustration!
The Spirit Hall's publicly acknowledged Title Douluo elders, besides her, include only a few others like Ghost, Chrysanthemum, Demon Bear, and Ghost Leopard, most of whom are around level 94 or 95. Facing the Beast God Pavilion's at least five publicly acknowledged Title Douluos (Qi Xue, Wang Qiu'er, Wang Dong'er, Long Chen, and Xue Qinglan), whose strength is generally above level 90, especially Wang Qiu'er, who is at the peak level 97 and wields the Golden Dragon Spear, they are simply no match! (Unknown breakthrough)

Bibi Dong even secretly considered the outcome of her fight with Wang Qiu'er.

Although she possesses a terrifying soul ring configuration of one hundred-year, three thousand-year, eleven ten-thousand-year, and three hundred-thousand-year soul rings, as well as six hundred-thousand-year soul bones and the constantly evolving external soul bone, the Six-Winged Purple Light Wings, her foundation is extremely profound.

In terms of the quantity and quality of soul rings and soul bones alone, she was confident that she far surpassed Wang Qiu'er (seven black and two red).

However! Wang Qiu'er's Golden Dragon Martial Soul is of a higher quality than her Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor!
More importantly, there's that divine artifact, the Golden Dragon Spear! Its ability to penetrate defenses and its destructive power are terrifying!

Bibi Dong thought to herself that if it were a life-or-death struggle, she might be able to remain undefeated with the advantage of her twin martial souls and the power brought by the Rakshasa God Trial, but the odds of victory or defeat would be at most fifty-fifty, or even four-six (her four, Wang Qiu'er six)!
"If we could mobilize those old guys in the Hall of Offerings..." A hint of resentment and unwillingness flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

If that old codger Qian Daoliu were willing to support her and let the Hall of Offerings take action, the mere Beast God Pavilion would have been crushed long ago! How could they be allowed to be so arrogant!
But she quickly suppressed her resentment and regained her cold and arrogant demeanor. "Fine, let you run wild for a while longer."

Bibi Dong stroked the papal scepter in her hand, feeling the Rakshasa divine power growing stronger within her. A cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Once I break through to level ninety-nine and complete the Rakshasa divine test... Hmph, at that time, both the Beast God Pavilion and the Hall of Offerings will grovel at my feet!"

Level 98 and Level 99, though only one level apart, are worlds apart!

That's the dividing line between mortals and demigods! She was confident of that!

…………

Haotian Sect, a secluded mountain sect.

The atmosphere was equally solemn. Sect Master Tang Xiao sat in the main seat, his face grave. Below him were several elders with white hair and beards. Tang Yuehua, who had just returned from the outside world, was recounting the information she had gathered about the suddenly rising and terrifying "Beast God Pavilion" on the continent, and the news that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had been replaced by the "Ten Thousand Dragons Sect."

"...Brother, elders, this is the situation. Ling Han, the Beast God Pavilion Master, is domineering and ruthless, with unfathomable strength. He has many Title Douluos under his command, and even the Golden Crocodile Douluo of the Spirit Hall suffered a great loss at his hands."

"Now they have ruthlessly destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... Although our Haotian Clan lives in seclusion, we still have to be on guard." Tang Yuehua's beautiful face was filled with deep worry.

Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao's thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Clan are both among the top three clans. Although they don't interact much, hearing about their fate inevitably evokes a sense of shared sorrow.

Moreover, the strength and aggressiveness displayed by the Beast God Pavilion made even a level 96 Super Douluo like him feel alarmed.

"The Beast God Pavilion... the Myriad Dragons Sect..." Tang Xiao said in a deep voice, "When did such a terrifying force appear on the continent? Who will be their next target?"

"The Spirit Hall? Or... our Clear Sky Sect?"

The elders exchanged glances, their expressions grave. "Sect Master, our Haotian Sect has been in seclusion for many years, and our mountain gate is well-hidden. They may not be able to find it."

"That's true, but we must be on guard! Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was wiped out in a single day, so their strength is probably far beyond our imagination!"

"Should we contact the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to discuss countermeasures?"

"That slippery Ning Fengzhi is probably in dire straits himself right now!"

Inside the main hall, there was much discussion and worry.

As Tang Xiao listened to the elders' discussion, his heart grew heavier.

The Haotian Sect has been in seclusion for many years. Although its strength has recovered to some extent, it only has six titled Douluo, including himself and the five elders. How can it compete with the Beast God Pavilion, which can easily destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
"Strengthen security at the mountain gate; all disciples are prohibited from leaving the mountain at any time in the near future."

Tang Xiao finally gave the order, his voice tinged with helplessness, "As for the external turmoil... let's wait and see."

However, while the members of the Haotian Sect were worried about the drastic changes in the outside world, they were completely unaware that a blurry black figure, like a shadow, was silently lurking on the treacherous peaks surrounding the Haotian Sect, coldly watching every corner of this secluded sect and taking in everything.

It was Yingyue who came to investigate on Ling Han's orders!
…………

The Spirit Hall, the Pope's bedroom.

Bibi Dong was not asleep. She stood in front of a huge mirror, in which she was draped in a light veil, her graceful and alluring curves faintly visible, especially her long, slender legs, which appeared even more seductive in the dim light.

But her eyes were as cold as knives, devoid of any lust, only surging ambition and murderous intent.

“Ling Han… Beast God Pavilion… Ten Thousand Dragons Sect…” She repeatedly chewed on these names, and with each recitation, the cold light in her eyes grew even stronger.

She stretched out her slender hand, her fingertips swirling with a strange and evil purplish-black aura—the divine power of the Rakshasa God.

"You clowns... I'll let you be smug for a while longer. Once I've fully received the Rakshasa God's inheritance and broken through level one hundred..."

She could almost see herself achieving the status of a Rakshasa god and ruling the world.

What Beast God Pavilion, what Offering Hall, what two great empires—all will be trampled under her feet! The entire continent will be bathed in the "blessings" of the Rakshasa God!
"Hmph, the obstacles to unifying the continent will ultimately be cleared away by my own hands."

"You... are nothing more than a slightly uncomfortable rock to step on." Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold and confident smile.

She turned and walked towards her meditation chamber, no longer paying attention to the disturbances outside.

In her view, all struggles and changes were futile in the face of absolute divine power. Her most important task now was to complete the divine trial as soon as possible.

…………

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, late at night.

Ning Fengzhi stood alone on the highest star-gazing platform in the sect. The night wind caressed his slightly thin body, but it could not dispel the deep worry between his brows.

The sect below was sparsely lit and silent, but the silence was filled with a sense of impending doom.

His mind kept replaying his conversation with Sword Bone Douluo during the day, as well as the tragic destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"To surrender... or to fight to the death..." Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, his voice filled with bitterness.

He dedicated his life to developing and expanding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. With the assistance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, he maneuvered among various forces. He never imagined that he would face such a desperate situation.

Submitting to the Beast God Pavilion? Given Ling Han's domineering and ruthless nature, even if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School submitted, it would likely be completely swallowed up and assimilated, losing all autonomy and becoming a mere vassal tool. This was something he absolutely did not want to see.

A fight to the death? Thinking of the Golden Dragon Girl who could severely injure Golden Crocodile Douluo, the mysterious and unpredictable Ling Han, and the endless stream of powerful figures from the Beast God Pavilion, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank.

Although Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone are strong, even two fists can't fight four hands, let alone a pack of wolves devouring a tiger. The likely outcome is the destruction of the sect and the extinction of its lineage.

"Is there... no third way?" Ning Fengzhi stared at the dark night sky, a hint of resentment and struggle flashing in his eyes.

“Feng Zhi.” A gentle voice sounded behind him.

Chen Xin had appeared beside him at some point, also gazing into the distance with a grave expression. "Still thinking about the Beast God Pavilion?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed, without turning around: "Uncle Jian, do we... still have a choice?"

Chen Xin remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Feng Zhi, you are the sect leader. No matter what decision you make, Old Bones and I will stand by your side."

"The legacy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda cannot be lost in our hands. Perhaps... temporary humiliation is for a better future." This Sword Douluo, who was unyielding throughout his life, had no choice but to say these words for the sake of his sect, which shows how much pressure he was under.

(End of this chapter)