Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 191 The Power of Ling Han! The Powerlessness of the Haotian Sect!

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"An eight-winged angel?!"

"This is impossible!"

"Sendou Ryu is nothing more than a six-winged being!"

The hall erupted in an uproar, with all the elders displaying expressions of disbelief.

The Angelic Martial Soul is the symbol of the Qian family of the Spirit Hall. Six wings are already god-level, so where did these eight wings come from? Could it be that Qian Daoliu has broken through?
Tang Yuehua's next words plunged them into an ice cave: "The battle ended very quickly... almost a one-sided crushing defeat. I didn't even see the specific process clearly, I only felt an irresistible shockwave hit me and knocked me to the ground."

"It was at that moment that I saw two figures frantically flying from the direction of the battlefield towards the other side of Heaven Dou City... Those were... those were Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Her voice trembled: "Sword Douluo Chen Xin... his... his right arm is empty! His face is deathly pale, and his breath is weak!"

"And Bone Douluo Gu Rong was in an even worse state, being supported by Sword Douluo, covered in blood and horribly wounded, and had already fallen into a coma! I have no mistake!"

silence! Deathly silence!

With the Sword and Bone Douluo joining forces, their strength is definitely among the top tier of Title Douluo. Apart from the sect leader Tang Xiao, no one in the Clear Sky Sect dares to say that they can reliably defeat them together.

Yet these two powerful figures were both severely injured and knocked unconscious in a short period of time, one losing an arm and the other being seriously wounded? And their opponents didn't seem to have paid a heavy price?

"An eight-winged angel... severely injured Sword Bone Douluo in one move..." one of the most senior elders murmured to himself, his aged hands trembling slightly. "What... what kind of existence is this?"

Tang Xiao suddenly stood up, his burly body trembling slightly with excitement. He looked sharply at Tang Yuehua: "Yuehua, are you sure it's Eight Wings? Or are you seeing things?"

"Big brother, I'm sure! It's definitely the Eight Wings!"

"That sacred and majestic aura was purer and more powerful than any six-winged angel I had ever sensed!" Tang Yuehua answered with certainty.

Silence fell once again in the hall, and panic spread like a plague.

"Could it be... that old guy Qian Daoliu's hidden trump card? Did he secretly cultivate an eight-winged angel?" an elder guessed, his voice hoarse.

"Impossible!" another elder immediately retorted. "Although Qian Daoliu is at the peak of level ninety-nine, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is already the limit. This is an ironclad rule that the Spirit Hall has inherited for ten thousand years!"
Where did this eight-winged being come from? Furthermore, if such a powerful figure truly existed, the Spirit Hall would have already swept across the continent; why would they have waited until now?

“Then…could it be…the Beast God Pavilion?” A trembling voice suggested another possibility.

"Beast God Pavilion..." Tang Xiao slowly sat back down, his face so gloomy it could drip water. This name now felt like a mountain, weighing heavily on the hearts of all the major sects.

The enigmatic Pavilion Master Ling Han, the Golden Dragon Queen Qiu'er, the Goddess of Light Butterfly King Dong'er... Now, adding another unheard-of eight-winged angel doesn't seem impossible! "Very likely!" another elder said in a heavy voice, "As far as we know, the Beast God Pavilion acts tyrannically, recruiting powerful individuals, and its Pavilion Master Ling Han is even more extraordinary."

To be able to defeat Golden Crocodile Douluo, to annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and to have multiple eight-winged angels under his command—while astonishing, it wasn't entirely without precedent.

Considering the various rumors surrounding the Beast God Pavilion, and combined with what Tang Yuehua had witnessed, the Haotian Sect members were almost certain that the mysterious eight-winged angel was almost certainly a member of the Beast God Pavilion!
"Beast God Pavilion! It really is Beast God Pavilion!" The second elder, whose temper was the most fiery, slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair. The hard ironwood armrest was instantly covered with cracks. His hair and beard stood on end, and his eyes were filled with anger and undisguised fear. "First, Ling Han insulted my Haotian Sect's subordinates (the Power Clan, etc.), and now an eight-winged angel has appeared!"

"What exactly do they want? Do they really think my Haotian Sect is made of clay?!"

He surveyed his surroundings, his voice booming like thunder: "Sect Leader! We can no longer tolerate this! We must react immediately!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't everyone in the world think that my Haotian Sect is afraid of the Beast God Pavilion? Back when the old sect master was alive, when did my Haotian Sect ever suffer such humiliation!" The Second Elder was an old man from the Tang Chen era. He had an almost obsessive defense of the former glory of the Haotian Sect, and he could not tolerate any provocation against the sect's dignity.

However, beneath his angry exterior lay a deep-seated fear of that unknown and powerful enemy. An eight-winged angel—the mere name weighed heavily on his heart.

"Reaction? How should we react?" Sitting opposite him, the Third Elder, with a gaunt face and deep eyes, spoke coldly. He was the only one in the sect with a slightly clear mind. "Second Elder, do you mean we should gather our forces now, storm Heaven Fighting City, and settle accounts with that Eight-Winged Angel and the Beast God Pavilion? Let alone whether we can find them, even if we do, how confident are you of victory?"

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin, at the peak of level 96, possesses unparalleled attack power. Coupled with the unpredictable defense of Bone Douluo Gu Rong, can we confidently claim victory if the two join forces without us revealing the true form of the Clear Sky Hammer?"

"But what about them? One is crippled and the other is seriously injured! That eight-winged angel's strength has probably reached level ninety-eight, or even... touched the threshold of level ninety-nine!"

The Third Elder's words were like a bucket of cold water, poured over the heads of many elders whose blood had been stirred up by the Second Elder.

Peak Douluo at level 98 or above are beings on another level; each one possesses the ability to change the course of a battle.

Although the Haotian Sect is strong, apart from the missing Tang Chen, the strongest sect master, Tang Xiao, is only level 96. Although they are not afraid of fighting, if they were to face an unknown powerhouse who might be above level 98 and has an extremely high-quality martial soul, the outcome would be unpredictable.

“The Third Elder is absolutely right,” sighed the more cautious Fifth Elder, his face full of worry. “We must not act rashly. The Beast God Pavilion is currently at the height of its power, and its strength is unfathomable.”

"Besides this eight-winged angel, the Golden Dragon Queen Qiu'er is said to be able to defeat the level 98 Golden Crocodile Douluo, and there is also the mysterious Pavilion Master Ling Han... If we were to confront them head-on now, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock."

"Don't forget, our Haotian Sect has been closed off for many years. Although our foundation remains, it is ultimately... ultimately not as strong as it was when the old sect leader was alive." His words were tinged with helplessness and sorrow, which resonated with many of the elders present.

While closing the mountain and going into seclusion preserved the sect, it also greatly diminished its influence and restricted the training of the younger generation.

"Are we just going to let them run rampant?"

"We can only watch them swagger around in Tiandou City, while my Haotian Sect has to cower like cowards?" The Second Elder roared in resentment, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. But he also knew that what the Third Elder and the Fifth Elder said was true, and this sense of powerlessness made him even angrier.

(End of this chapter)