Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 179 The weak have no right to have emotions! (Combined)

He stopped in front of Liu Erlong, looking down at her. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression: "First, submit to me and bring all the teachers and students of Lanba Academy under my Beast God Pavilion's command."

"You will still manage the college, but you must follow my will. I will provide the resources to make it truly valuable."

"Second," Ling Han's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees, "I refuse. Then, I will personally wipe this place... along with you, completely from the world. Just like I did with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"You!" Liu Erlong trembled with rage, the intense humiliation almost driving her to madness.

Her soul power surged instinctively, and her Fire Dragon Martial Soul almost erupted! But her last shred of reason suppressed the impulse.

She glanced at the eight-winged angel in the air, and then recalled the rumors of Ling Han destroying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. She knew that the other party would definitely keep his word!
Resistance will only lead to death! And it will also endanger the innocent students and teachers in the academy!

Surrender? Surrender to the enemy she hated most, the one who destroyed the sect she came from (although she was expelled, she still had complicated feelings for them)?
The immense struggle and pain nearly tore Liu Erlong apart. Her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

The teachers in the ruins exchanged glances, each seeing helplessness in the other's eyes. They wanted to help, but were powerless to do so.

This Ling Han acts without any scruples, and his strength is ridiculously high!
Just then, Ling Han seemed to lose patience and slightly raised his hand.

Ye Guyi understood immediately and slowly raised her fair hand. Holy light began to gather again, and terrifying pressure descended as if it were a tangible force, aimed directly at Liu Erlong and the entire Blue Tyrant Academy!
The shadow of death descended instantly!
"I...I..." Under the terrifying threat of death, Liu Erlong's last bit of stubbornness was finally completely crushed.

She abruptly closed her eyes, two streams of humiliated tears sliding down her cheeks. Her voice was hoarse and weak, as if she had used up all her strength: "...I...surrender..."

As soon as she uttered those two words, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She staggered and almost collapsed to the ground.

Ling Han withdrew his hand with satisfaction. The holy light on Ye Gu Yi in the air also dissipated.

"Liu Erlong, you made a smart choice," Ling Han said casually, as if he had only accomplished a trivial task.

His gaze swept across the entire hall, and his voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "From this day forward, Blue Tyrant Academy will be renamed 'Holy Radiance Branch Academy' and will be under the jurisdiction of the Beast God Pavilion."

"Former Dean Liu Erlong will temporarily assume the position of branch manager. All regulations will be enforced in accordance with the laws and decrees of the Beast God Pavilion!"

Ling Han's words, clear and resolute like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, still echoed in the air of the Blue Tyrant Academy's playground when the cold, precise system notification sounded directly in the depths of his mind:

[Ding! Host has completed the mandatory mission: Conquer Blue Tyrant Academy.]

[Mission Evaluation: Perfect. Overwhelmed by absolute power, the soldier severed one arm of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, severely injured Bone Douluo Gu Rong, intimidated the Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop Salas, and forced the former Dean Liu Erlong to submit.]

[Mission rewards being distributed...] [Congratulations, host! You have received the following reward: Summoning Points +100,000!]

[Congratulations, host! The base age of all your spirit rings has increased by 50,000 years!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained one 1-year-old selectable soul bone! (It has been stored in the system space and you can choose the part and attributes at any time.)]

As the system finished speaking, an immense surge of energy instantly erupted from the void, flowing into Ling Han's body and cleansing his limbs and bones.

First, the deep first soul ring (originally a 30,000-year soul skill: Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Body!) became even deeper and darker at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it could devour all light. The Ice Prison Dragon Emperor power contained within it surged wildly, and its age directly soared to a terrifying level of 80,000 years!
Next came the second soul ring (originally a 40,000-year soul skill: Dragon Emperor's Power!), which also shone brightly with black light, its energy fluctuations increasing exponentially, and its age leaping to 90,000 years! It was only one step away from the legendary 100,000-year threshold!
Ling Han could clearly feel that the power of the soul skills provided by these two soul rings had undergone earth-shattering changes!
Its amplification effect even far exceeds that of the seventh and eighth spirit rings of many ordinary spirit masters!
As for the third soul ring (million-year blue-gold ice dragon king) and the fourth soul ring (150,000-year blood red), although the increase of 50,000 years is not an exaggerated proportion for them, it still makes the original power of the ice dragon king and the ice abyss demon dragon king contained within them more condensed and powerful.

At the same time, the points on the system panel, which had been almost zero due to previous exchanges and summons, suddenly jumped to a full six digits—100,000!

Within the system space, there was also a soul bone, shrouded in seven-colored light and with energy fluctuations as vast as the sea, awaiting his decision.

Ling Han closed his eyes slightly, feeling the new power surging within his body, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

The mission is complete, the reward is in hand, and everything is settled. There is no need to linger any longer.

He slowly opened his eyes, his icy blue pupils like an abyss of eternal cold, and gave one last glance at the distraught Liu Erlong.

This member of the once-renowned Golden Triangle, known for her fiery temper, now seemed to have lost all her energy. Her delicate body trembled slightly, her pretty face was as pale as paper, and her eyes stared blankly at the ground. She seemed unable to accept the reality that the academy she had painstakingly built had suddenly changed hands and that she herself had to submit to others.

Her pride was shattered, leaving her only with endless confusion and humiliation.

Ling Han naturally didn't care about her feelings. The weak have no right to have emotions.

He withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at Ye Guyi, who stood beside him like an angel sculpture, and said in a calm but affectionate tone: "Guyi, let's go."

"Yes, Pavilion Master," Ye Guyi replied softly, her golden eyes filled only with absolute obedience to Ling Han.

She nodded slightly, her eight-winged holy angel martial spirit receding, but her sacred and inviolable aura still made everyone around her afraid to look directly at her.

The two remained silent, and under the horrified, awe-inspiring, and complex gazes of the faculty and students, they departed as if they were gods who had descended and then left indifferently, slowly walking out of the academy.

Their silhouettes, one aloof and icy, the other pure and beautiful, both carried a suffocating sense of oppression until they disappeared from everyone's sight.

Only after their figures completely disappeared did the terrifying pressure that permeated the air gradually dissipate.

Liu Erlong's taut nerves snapped suddenly, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

She braced herself on the ground with both hands, her nails almost digging into the cracks in the stone slabs, her body trembling uncontrollably. Ling Han's cold and domineering gaze, and Ye Guyi's pure and holy yet overwhelming pressure, replayed repeatedly in her mind like a nightmare, filling her with fear and powerlessness from the depths of her soul.

She knew that Blue Tyrant Academy, along with her own destiny, had been completely changed from this day forward.

Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

A staggering sword light fell askew onto the sect square. As the light faded, it revealed Sword Douluo Chen Xin's pale, paper-like face.

His right sleeve, empty and soaked with blood, was supported by his left arm as he held the completely unconscious and extremely weak Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

The magnificent robe that Gu Rong wore was already tattered, and the exposed skin was covered with terrifying wounds caused by the burning of holy energy. In the deepest places, the white bones were almost visible, and dark bloodstains were fused together, which was shocking to see.

Chen Xin himself was also at his limit. The excruciating pain of his right arm being severed at the shoulder was constantly eroding his nerves. His soul power was in complete disarray, and his meridians were damaged in many places. He only managed to fly back to the sect by sheer willpower.

As soon as he landed, his body swayed violently. He tried to say something to the disciples who came to greet him, but he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he fell straight forward.

"Sword Douluo, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty Bone Douluo!"

"My God, what happened?!" The disciples who were guarding them finally snapped out of their shock and panicked when they saw their two pillars of heaven guards in such a miserable and seriously injured state.

Several quick-witted disciples rushed forward and carefully helped the unconscious Chen Xin and Gu Rong up. They carried them on their backs and hurriedly ran towards the main hall where the sect leader was.

The main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi was pacing slowly in the hall, a deep worry etched on his brow.

Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu have been at Blue Tyrant Academy for some time now, and should have returned long ago.

Although he had great confidence in the strength of the two elders, the thought that the unfathomable and ruthless Beast God Pavilion Master Ling Han might intervene made him feel an ominous premonition.

Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the hall, mixed with suppressed exclamations.

"Sect Master! Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Ning Fengzhi frowned, and the ominous premonition in his heart suddenly intensified. He had just turned around when he saw several sect disciples supporting two figures as they staggered in.

When Ning Fengzhi saw the two people clearly, all the color drained from his face instantly, his gentle and refined demeanor vanished, leaving only extreme shock and horror!

Those are Chen Xin and Gu Rong!
But where is even a trace of the style of the world's number one attack titled Douluo and the world's number one mystery titled Douluo?
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's face was ashen, his right sleeve hung limply, and although the cut on his shoulder was simply bandaged, blood continued to seep out, staining his plain white robes with glaring red spots.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong was in even worse condition; he was completely unconscious and was being supported by two disciples, one on each side.

There was a noticeable dent in his chest and abdomen, as if he had been struck by some tremendous force. Dried, blackened blood foam remained at the corner of his mouth, and his breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

"Uncle Jian! Uncle Gu!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in shock, his gentle and refined face instantly drained of color. He rushed down from the main seat and approached them. When he saw the injuries on the two men, he was struck dumb, his body swaying.

A piercing pain and a sense of guilt instantly tightened around Ning Fengzhi's heart like a poisonous vine, almost suffocating him.

It was him. He tacitly approved of his two uncles going to investigate. He thought that with the combined strength of the Sword Bone Douluo, even if they were defeated, they could still escape unscathed. But he never expected... he never expected the Beast God Pavilion to be so ruthless! So powerful!
"Get out! All of you get out! Close the palace gates tightly, and no one is allowed to approach!" Ning Fengzhi roared at the disciples who were already terrified, his voice hoarse and distorted from extreme anxiety.

The disciples, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, retreated in great fear, and the heavy hall doors slammed shut.

The three of them were left alone in the hall. Ning Fengzhi could no longer maintain his usual composure. He rushed to Chen Xin and Gu Rong's side, his body trembling slightly with panic and guilt.

He carefully examined their injuries, and the more he looked, the more his heart sank.

A terrifying sword intent, extremely sharp yet carrying a sacred and purifying meaning, lingered at the severed part of Chen Xin's arm, constantly hindering the wound's healing and even slowly eroding his life force.

Gu Rong's injuries were more complex. Multiple meridians in his body were severed, and his internal organs were severely shaken. Furthermore, the lingering power of a domineering and icy spiritual shock lingered in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His gaze shifted from Chen Xin's empty sleeve to the almost piercing burn on Gu Rong's chest... Each wound was like a red-hot iron, fiercely searing his heart, magnified infinitely, imprinted in his mind, and impossible to forget.

“Uncle Jian… Uncle Gu… It’s me… It’s me who hurt you all…” Ning Fengzhi’s voice choked, his eyes reddened, and his gentle eyes were filled with pain and self-blame.

Ning Fengzhi had spent his entire life scheming and striving to preserve his sect, yet his two closest elders had met such an end because of his decisions. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood.

He hurriedly summoned the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, its dazzling light pouring down on Chen Xin and Gu Rong, providing them with maximum amplification and healing.

However, although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the strongest support-type martial soul, it ultimately lacks true healing ability. It can only barely stabilize their constantly depleting life force and temporarily stop the deterioration of injuries. It is powerless to reattach severed limbs or expel those foreign energies that have penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Looking at his two uncles' still pale and pained faces under the light, Ning Fengzhi was overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness and guilt. For the first time, he hated the "flaw" in his martial soul so much.

Ning Fengzhi's voice choked with sobs, filled with endless regret and self-reproach, "It was me... I underestimated him... I underestimated the terror of the Beast God Pavilion..."

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On the other side, Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Temple, quickly assembled his guards. He abandoned his carriage and used his soul power to rush towards Spirit City like a madman.

His mind kept replaying Ye Guyi's peerless beauty as an eight-winged holy angel and her terrifying strength that crushed Sword Bone Douluo. In particular, her pure and supremely holy attribute, which seemed to be naturally able to restrain all darkness and evil, made his soul tremble.

"Angel Martial Soul... and it's even surpassing the Angel Martial Soul recorded in the Spirit Hall's books!"

"The continent is about to change! We must report this to His Holiness the Pope immediately!" Salas's face was ashen, and he had only one thought in his mind: he had to bring the news of the appearance of an unknown powerful angel soul master in Heaven Dou City and the terrifying surge in the strength of the Beast God Pavilion to Pope Bibi Dong as soon as possible!
This matter is far more important and urgent than all the previous information about the Beast God Pavilion!
(End of this chapter)