Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 208 Ning Fengzhi's Intention to Submit!

"Feng Zhi!" Chen Xin interrupted him, her tone firm and unwavering. "Now is not the time to talk about these things!"

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been passed down for hundreds of years. What storms haven't we weathered? The most urgent task is to decide the future path of our sect!"

Silence fell once again in the hall.

The Beast God Pavilion's display of power, just the tip of the iceberg, had already left them feeling utterly powerless and suffocated. With at least five peak Douluo-level fighters (the known ones being Wang Qiu'er, Wang Dong'er, the Eight-Winged Angel, Long Chen, and Xue Qinglan), and its Pavilion Master Ling Han, whose strength was unfathomable, the Pavilion had now captured a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast, further elevating its power and intimidation!

"To rely on the Spirit Hall... is absolutely impossible." Ning Fengzhi slowly shook his head, his tone resolute.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has its own pride; it would rather be a broken jade than a whole tile. Moreover, the Spirit Hall has wolfish ambitions, and cooperating with it is tantamount to seeking help from a tiger.

“But if we try to withstand it head-on…” Gu Rong said with difficulty, a bitter look on his face, “I’m afraid my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School… will be the next Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School.”

“That Ling Han… is domineering and definitely not a soft-hearted person.”

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Xin suggested a possibility: "Perhaps... we could try limited cooperation?"

"Or... declare absolute neutrality, close the mountain gates, and remain indifferent to worldly affairs?"

"Neutral?" Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile, walked to the table, and unconsciously ran his fingers across the smooth surface. "Uncle Gu is right. In the face of such a domineering force, neutrality is probably just wishful thinking on our part."

"Since the Beast God Pavilion has taken action against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, it demonstrates its determination to clear obstacles and establish hegemony."

“Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is incredibly wealthy, and our disciples' support abilities are unparalleled on the continent. In their eyes, we are probably not neutral targets, but rather… targets that must be controlled or eliminated.”

He raised his head, his eyes filled with unprecedented struggle and helplessness: "Closing the mountain gates and focusing all our efforts on healing Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu is a must."

"At the same time, deploy all available spies and spare no expense to closely monitor the movements of the Beast God Pavilion and the Spirit Hall! We need to know what they plan to do next!"

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and spoke the possibility that he was extremely unwilling to face but had to consider: "If... if the Beast God Pavilion really comes to the city gates... for the lives of thousands of disciples in the sect... perhaps... surrender... is the only option."

These words silenced the entire hall. Chen Xin and Gu Rong both fell silent.

Submission? Bowing down to a rising, domineering power? What a humiliation that would be for the proud Upper Three Sects!

But as Ning Fengzhi said, dignity sometimes has to give way in the face of the threat of annihilation.

A desolate and helpless atmosphere permeated the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

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Beast God Pavilion, Main Hall
In stark contrast to the outside world's atmosphere of panic and fear, the main hall of the Beast God Pavilion was filled with a warm yet calming atmosphere, reflecting absolute control.

Wang Dong'er, like a light butterfly, skipped back to the main hall with the joy of victory and a hint of smugness. She naturally moved closer to Ling Han, took his arm with her jade-like hand, and said sweetly, "Husband, I'm back! It's all done!" "That old man named Lieyang has a terrible temper, but his skills are mediocre. I beat him so badly that his martial spirit was shattered, and he lost an arm. As you instructed, I left him with enough breath to crawl back and report. He's probably rolling around in some mud pit right now!"

She tilted her pretty face up, looking adorably like she was saying "Praise me!", her pinkish-blue eyes sparkling.

Looking at her smug, self-satisfied demeanor, Ling Han's icy gaze melted into a doting smile. He reached out and gently pinched her smooth cheek, saying softly, "Well done, Dong'er is getting better and better. Did you hurt yourself?"

"Of course not!" Wang Dong'er proudly puffed out her chest, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers. "With his pathetic skills, he couldn't even touch the hem of my clothes! Husband, you didn't see it. He looked so shocked, angry, and scared at the end. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. It was hilarious!"

"He even tried to fight me to the death with his ninth soul skill, but I smashed him and the hammer together with one blow!"

Wang Qiu'er, standing to the side, nodded slightly, a hint of recognition of Wang Dong'er's strength flashing in her golden eyes. Her clear, cold voice rang out: "Sister Dong'er's strength has improved a lot. Dealing with such a character is a piece of cake for her."

Ling Han nodded in satisfaction, then pulled Wang Qiu'er into his arms, embracing her on both sides and enjoying the warmth and softness of the two beauties.

His tone was calm, yet it carried a confident air of looking down on all living beings: "Cripple Tang Lie is nothing more than a casual move to scare the enemy."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of interesting expressions Tang Xiao and those narrow-minded old guys from the Clear Sky Sect will have when they hear that the elder they sent out was easily crippled by a woman with the Clear Sky Hammer and a spirit ring configuration of six black and three red. I imagine it will be even more unsightly than if their own father had died."

His words carried a hint of amusement and coldness. He had little affection for the Haotian Sect, and it would be best if he could take this opportunity to completely shatter their arrogance; if they remained stubborn, he wouldn't mind letting them follow in the footsteps of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

“Qiu’er, Dong’er,” Ling Han’s smile faded, his gaze becoming profound, “Tang Lie’s matter is just the beginning.”

"Going forward, various forces on the mainland, whether driven by fear, apprehension, resentment, or ulterior motives, will inevitably conduct more tests and even launch a joint counterattack. You must remain vigilant at all times and not let your guard down."

Wang Qiu'er's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a faint dragon's might emanated from her body. Her golden eyes were filled with fierce fighting spirit: "Husband, rest assured! Anyone who dares to offend the might of the Beast God Pavilion, no matter where they come from, Qiu'er will make sure their soul is scattered and they never return!" Her voice was not loud, but it carried the unique domineering and resolute nature of a golden dragon maiden.

Wang Dong'er also waved her little fists, her face full of excitement and a fighting spirit: "If one comes, I'll beat one; if two come, I'll beat them both!"

"Perfect for me to practice with my hammer! My Clear Sky Hammer hasn't been used yet, so I'll use these to test it out!"

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Haotianzong

The rain poured down, and large raindrops pounded heavily on the ancient and magnificent buildings of the Haotian Sect, making a dull crackling sound.

The patrolling disciples discovered the "object" almost blending into the mudslide and rotting leaves at the foot of a steep cliff on the outermost edge of the sect.

At first, they thought it was a corpse that had been gnawed by wild animals. But when they heard a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of soul power, and saw the faint insignia of a Haotian Sect elder on the tattered clothes, they were shocked. They hurriedly lifted the person up and rushed back to the sect in the pouring rain.

When this "object" was carefully placed on the smooth yet cold floor of the council hall, all the elders who had been urgently summoned, including the sect leader Tang Xiao, fell into a deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)