Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 194 Eight-Winged Angel? Qian Renxue's Shock!
"Young Master, last night when Ci Xue and I were in the city, we suddenly sensed several extremely terrifying energy fluctuations coming from the direction of Lan Ba ​​Academy!"

“It’s at least at the level of a Title Douluo, and… one of its auras is filled with… filled with ultimate light and holiness!” Yu Long’s voice trembled again, as if recalling some terrifying scene. “We were worried that it was related to the young master, so we rushed over to investigate immediately.”

"By the time we arrived, the battle was already over, but we...we saw it..."

Ci Xue chimed in, his hoarse voice heavy with seriousness: "We saw a figure... a woman with eight wings formed of condensed light spreading out from her back!"

"Those wings... are angel wings! But... but not the young master's six wings, they are... they are eight wings!"

"An eight-winged angel?!" Qian Renxue (Xue Qinghe) suddenly stood up from her seat, her composure completely shattered, her face filled with disbelief!
The six-winged angel martial soul within her even experienced a barely perceptible tremor because of these words!

Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?

"Eight wings? Not six wings?" Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unprecedented sharpness and skepticism.

The six-winged angel martial soul is the noblest inheritance of the Qian family, a god-level martial soul. This is an ironclad rule rooted in her bloodline and understanding! How could there possibly be eight wings?
Yu Long and Ci Xue exchanged a glance, both seeing certainty and lingering fear in each other's eyes. Yu Long kowtowed heavily: "Young Master! I swear on my life, I am absolutely certain! It is definitely the Eight Wings!"

"That sacred and majestic aura was purer and more powerful than... even more powerful than the aura of angels I had ever felt!" He recalled the figure he had glimpsed from afar. Although he couldn't see the specific features, the visual impact and the pressure on the soul level brought by the eight holy light wings made even this titled Douluo feel his heart pound.

It was a subtle suppression at the level of life itself; though faint, it was real.

Ci Xue also said in a deep voice, "Moreover, we also saw the two who escaped... they are Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

"Sword Douluo... has lost an arm! Bone Douluo is seriously injured and unconscious! Judging from their panicked appearance, they have clearly been completely crushed and defeated!"

Chen Xin lost an arm! Gu Rong was seriously injured! Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat again.

She knew very well the combined strength of the Sword and Bone Douluos; even her second grandfather, Golden Crocodile, would have to exert considerable effort to so cleanly and decisively injure them both. How could an unknown eight-winged angel have accomplished this?

A deathly silence fell over the hall. Qian Renxue slowly sat back down, her beautiful face displaying a complex and ever-changing expression.

Shock, confusion, a hint of barely perceptible jealousy, and... a deep sense of bewilderment.

'An eight-winged angel… There really are eight-winged angels in this world?' Her mind was in turmoil. 'Grandpa never mentioned it… Above six wings, there are eight wings?'

'Could it be that the martial spirit passed down through my Qian family is not the ultimate?' This thought made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable, as if the foundation she had always been proud of had been challenged.

But soon, Qian Renxue's pride and rationality prevailed.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and her face regained its composure, even carrying a hint of arrogance: "Hmph, it's just that it has one more pair of wings than my six wings, what's so great about it?"

"The strength of a martial spirit ultimately depends on who wields it."

Even so, she knew this was merely self-consolation. The quality of a Martial Soul largely determines the upper limit of a Soul Master. The appearance of the Eight-Winged Angel meant that within the lineage of Angel Martial Souls, there had emerged an existence that could potentially surpass six wings. This was a significant shock to Qian Renxue, who had always considered herself an inheritor of a god-level Martial Soul.

Immediately, her mind raced: 'Heavenly Dou City, Beast God Pavilion… Blue Tyrant Academy occupied… Eight-winged angels appear… All of this points to Ling Han!'

"This eight-winged angel must be from the Beast God Pavilion!" Thinking of this, Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of light flashing in them.

'Ling Han…you really have a lot of hidden talents around you.'

'First there was the Golden Dragon Girl, then the Goddess of Light Butterfly, and now there's an Eight-Winged Angel...' Her interest in Ling Han didn't diminish because of the appearance of the Eight-Winged Angel; on the contrary, it intensified.

What kind of charm and methods does this man possess that allow him to gather so many unparalleled experts?
A bold idea arose in her mind: 'If...if I could get closer to this eight-winged angel, wouldn't I have more opportunities to get closer to Ling Han? Why worry about not getting Ling Han's attention, or even...making him fall for me?'

Qian Renxue's lips unconsciously curved into a beautiful arc, a mixture of ambition and calculation.

The appearance of the eight-winged angel was a crisis for her, but even more so, an unprecedented opportunity—an opportunity that allowed her to simultaneously complete the Spirit Hall's mission and fulfill her personal ambitions.

"Yu Long, Bloodthirst," she spoke again, her voice regaining its usual composure and authority, "closely monitor all movements of the Beast God Pavilion and that eight-winged angel. Without my order, do not act rashly."

"Also... let's try to find a way to make contact with that eight-winged angel."

"Yes, young master!" Yu Long and Ci Xue responded in unison. Although they were still wary of the eight-winged angel, they had to carry out their young master's orders.

Qian Renxue waved her hand, dismissing the two. In the empty Crown Prince's Palace, she looked at the water mirror again. The image of "Xue Qinghe" in the mirror gradually blurred, as if reflecting her true, stunningly beautiful face, and those golden eyes filled with ambition, scheming, and a hint of desire to conquer powerful men.

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Beast God Pavilion, indoors
The fusion of Ye Guyi has reached its most critical moment.

The entire meditation room was filled with an intense, sacred golden light. At the center of the light, Ye Guyi floated in mid-air, her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, and her beautiful face displaying an expression of pain and determination.

Behind her, eight holy wings were fully unfurled, each feather clearly visible, flowing with a liquid gold-like luster, radiating an aura of majesty that was impossible to look directly at.

The 100,000-year-old sacred angel beast's torso and soul bone had now completely merged into her sternum area, undergoing the deepest level of integration with her bones, meridians, flesh, and even soul.

The immense energy, like a monstrous wave, washed over her body again and again. Each wave brought excruciating pain, but it was followed by a feeling of rebirth and a crazy surge in power.

Within her body, soul power surged like a boiling ocean. The bottleneck of level 97 had already been broken, and her soul power was now making a powerful and unstoppable assault on the level 98 threshold.

(End of this chapter)