Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 188 The Spirit Hall's Fear of the Beast God Pavilion!

Salas took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and began to report: "Your Majesty, today at the Blue Tyrant Academy in Heaven Dou City, I witnessed a... a battle that shook the world!"

He paused, organizing his thoughts: "The two sides in the battle are Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Upon hearing the name Sword Bone Douluo, Bibi Dong's eyes flickered slightly, and Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo also exchanged a glance.

Salas continued, his voice still trembling with fear: "And the other side... has only one person!"

"It's a blonde woman, and...the martial soul she's using is...an angel martial soul!"

"Angel Martial Soul?" Bibi Dong, who had been lounging on her throne, leaned forward slightly, a sharp glint flashing in her purple-gold eyes. "Another member of the Qian family has been born?"

"Is it someone from Qian Renxue's side?" Her first thought was of the daughter who had infiltrated the Heavenly Dou Empire.

"No! No!" Salas shook his head hurriedly, his voice rising with excitement. "Your Holiness! That wasn't the six-winged angel inherited from the Spirit Hall! The angelic spirit that woman used was... it was eight-winged! Its name was the Eight-Winged Holy Angel!"

"Eight wings?!" This time, even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo couldn't help but let out a low exclamation. Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fingers gripping the scepter tightened slightly.

Salas seemed to be transported back to that terrifying scene, his speech quickening: "The holy and luminous aura emanating from its martial spirit was extremely pure, and its oppressive power far surpassed any six-winged angel martial spirit I had ever heard of! And it was only... only a slight exertion..."

He swallowed hard: "Sword Douluo Chen Xin had his arm severed by him!"

"Bone Douluo Gu Rong was severely injured and unconscious! The two of them... were almost completely crushed and defeated! They had no chance to fight back!"

"What?!" Bibi Dong abruptly stood up from her throne, her powerful aura instantly enveloping the entire papal palace, leaving Salas almost breathless. Her face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Chen Xin was level 96 and Gu Rong was level 95. When the two joined forces, their strength was comparable to that of a peak Douluo of level 97 or even 98! Yet they were easily defeated by an unknown Angel Martial Soul user, one crippled and the other seriously injured?

“Eight wings… a holy angel…” Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her purple-gold eyes flashing rapidly. “The six-winged angel, a divine-level martial soul inherited by the Qian family… actually has two more wings?”

"How is this possible?! How could such a martial spirit exist in this world?!"

She suddenly looked at Salas, her voice becoming extremely stern: "Who is that person? What is his relationship with the Qian family?"

"But is this a pawn secretly cultivated by the Hall of Offerings?!" She first suspected that this was the old man Qian Daoliu's hidden trump card.

Salas sensed the Pope's fury, lowered his head even further, and said in a trembling but clear voice, "Your Majesty! That woman... she is not a member of the Temple!"

"She...she's someone close to Ling Han, the Pavilion Master of the Beast God Pavilion! Ling Han was there at the time, and he was very affectionate with her! That eight-winged angel soul master was completely obedient to Ling Han and extremely respectful!"

"Beast God Pavilion?! Ling Han?!" Bibi Dong's face showed even greater shock, and she even seemed momentarily dazed.

That mysterious young man who extorted her soul bone and gold soul coins, and who had a titled Douluo with a golden dragon maiden by his side… has now recruited another powerful figure with a martial soul surpassing that of a six-winged angel?!

An extremely complex emotion welled up in Bibi Dong's heart. First and foremost was fear! Utter fear! The light and holy attributes of the Angelic Martial Soul held an innate and absolute advantage over a Soul Master like her, who inherited the Rakshasa Godhood and possessed the Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Souls! The appearance of an eight-winged angel, even more powerful than a six-winged angel, was a tremendous threat to her!

But then, an almost twisted sense of pleasure and schadenfreude overwhelmed her fear. A cold and eerie smile appeared on her exquisite face.

"Hehe...hahaha..." she chuckled softly, "An eight-winged angel...not from the Qian family...good, very good!"

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the palace and reach the sanctuary standing behind the Papal Palace.

"Qian Daoliu... old man, if you knew that an angel with a purer and stronger martial soul than your Qian family has appeared in this world... and that it is not under your control, and is even related to a force that is hostile to you... your expression would be quite interesting, wouldn't it?"

She could almost picture Qian Daoliu's shock, anger, and possible madness upon learning of this. For her, this was undoubtedly fantastic news!

A moment later, Bibi Dong's smile faded, and she sat back on her throne, reverting to her pope's coldness and majesty. She glanced down at Salas, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei.

"This matter is classified as a top secret by the Spirit Hall." Her voice was icy and devoid of any emotion. "All those who know about it, keep your mouths shut. If even the slightest word spoken in the hall today is leaked…"

She paused, then slammed her scepter down with a deafening thud: "...Whoever he is, I will make him wish he were dead! Understand?"

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Salas, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei bowed in unison, their backs drenched in cold sweat. They knew all too well that His Holiness the Pope was a man of his word.

"As for telling the Grand Elder..." A calculating glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, "Now is not the time. I want to see how long it will take for that old dog Qian Daoliu to discover this 'surprise' on his own." She decided to hold back for now and observe the reaction of the Hall of Worship.

"Salas, you have done well. I am already aware of this matter. You may now retire and rest." Bibi Dong waved her hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Salas felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly bowed before leaving the Papal Palace.

The heavy doors of the Papal Palace slowly closed behind Salas, completely shutting out his anxious aura.

The hall fell silent again, with only the faint crackling of the magical lamps flickering on the walls and the oppressive atmosphere that seemed to solidify into a tangible force.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei still stood on either side with their heads bowed, even their breathing was deliberately much lighter.

They could clearly feel that the aura emanating from the papal throne was growing colder and more dangerous, like a volcano about to erupt, accumulating destructive energy within.

Bibi Dong sat enthroned on her throne, her knuckles slightly white from gripping the scepter tightly beneath her magnificent papal robes. The fleeting shock that had crossed her deep purple eyes had been replaced by a deeper, more sinister glint and calculating cunning.

“Eight-winged Holy Angel…” Her red lips parted slightly, her voice low and cold, as if she were chewing on the bitterness and threat brought by these words, “A divine martial soul that surpasses that of a six-winged angel… the ultimate light and holiness… What a beast god pavilion! What a Ling Han!”

All the information about Ling Han flashed through her mind, deepening her apprehension. The Beast God Pavilion's rise was too rapid, and its expansion of power was far too bizarre.

(End of this chapter)