Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 219 The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Submits!
Although Chen Xin and Gu Rong were powerful, Chen Xin had just recovered from serious injuries, and Gu Rong was still recovering from old injuries. Faced with this sudden and merciless terrifying pressure, the two of them groaned, their faces turned pale instantly, and their soul power fluctuated violently. Almost at the same time, they were forced to kneel on one knee by the heavy pressure that was like the God of Light!
Chen Xin used his sword to prop himself up and barely managed to keep from collapsing completely, while Gu Rong spat out a small mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror and humiliation!
The three felt as if a towering mountain was pressing down on them, their bones creaking and cracking, their blood almost freezing, and even breathing becoming extremely difficult. Their vision blurred, and their souls trembled under the ultimate sacred pressure, as if they could be purified and annihilated at any moment!
Just as Ning Fengzhi and the other two felt they were about to be crushed by this terrifying pressure, and their consciousness began to blur, the calm voice on the throne rang out again, like a block of ice thrown into a boiling pot of oil, instantly calming everything:
"Alright, Bone Robe."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of control.

Upon hearing this, Ye Guyi's violent divine pressure and dazzling soul rings instantly receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace.

The coldness and murderous intent on her face quickly faded, and she returned to her holy and beautiful appearance, as if the existence that had just been like a judgment angel was just an illusion.

She obediently replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." Then, without even glancing at the three people kneeling on the ground, she gracefully walked to Wang Dong'er's side and stood there.

The terrifying force pressing down on them suddenly disappeared. Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong collapsed to the ground like drowning people who had been rescued, panting heavily. Their bodies were already soaked in cold sweat, and their faces were filled with the terror and paleness of surviving a disaster.

Struggling and supporting each other, they struggled to their feet, looking disheveled and no longer displaying the demeanor of the powerful figures from the three upper sects.

Ling Han looked down at the three of them with indifferent eyes, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. His tone carried a hint of feigned concern and amusement: "Sect Leader Ning, are you alright?"

"I was distracted just now and didn't restrain the bone garments in time. Are you... alright?"

Ning Fengzhi knew perfectly well that this was not some kind of "dazedness" at all. It was clearly Ling Han's deliberate indulgence, or even his intention, to give them a thorough warning and crush the last bit of luck and pride in their hearts!

But he dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face, and could only force out a smile that was more like a grimace, replying in a dry voice, "Thank you... thank you for your concern, Pavilion Master Ling. I... we're fine, we're fine..."

He paused, his gaze cautiously shifting to the stunningly beautiful yet terrifyingly powerful blonde woman beside Ling Han. Suppressing the tremor in his heart, he respectfully asked, "Excuse me... may I ask, Pavilion Master Ling, who is this...?"

"I am ignorant and have never heard of such a young female hero on the mainland. May I ask..."

Ling Han glanced at Ye Guyi and said indifferently, "Her name is Ye Guyi. As for her strength, you have all experienced it for yourselves. She is a Title Douluo."

"As for the rest... that's all I can say."

A seemingly casual remark only amplifies its mystery and unfathomable depths. Such a young Title Douluo, possessing an extraordinary array of spirit rings and a strength reaching level ninety-eight, was previously unknown to all! Just how deep are the waters of the Beast God Pavilion?
Ning Fengzhi endured the stinging pain in his knees and the lingering tremor in his soul, his gaze involuntarily sweeping once more over the peerless blonde woman beside the throne—Ye Guyi.

In an instant, he connected the horrific images of Sword Douluo's severed arm and Bone Douluo's grave injuries with the person before him, and his doubts vanished: 'It seems that the one who severely injured Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone, forcing us to come, is this eight-winged angel…'

The latter, meanwhile, was slightly turning her head, whispering something to Wang Dong'er, who had long pink and blue hair beside her. A faint smile graced her beautiful face, as if the overwhelming pressure that had crushed the three of them like thunder had nothing to do with her. She didn't even glance at the disheveled people below the stage.

This utter disregard is more disheartening and humiliating than direct humiliation. "Sect Leader Ning," Ling Han's calm voice rang out again, like ice beads falling on jade, pulling Ning Fengzhi back from his chaotic thoughts. "I wonder if Sect Leader Ning's esteemed presence today is solely for catching up and exchanging pleasantries?"

"Please speak frankly about what it is about."

Ling Han's words carried a hint of playfulness, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, and it felt as if he had inhaled thousands of ice shards, which made his internal organs ache.

He forcefully suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body and the lingering fear deep within his soul caused by Ye Guyi's oppressive aura, allowing his eyes to regain their clarity.

He knew that at this moment, any hypocritical pleasantries, any tentative words, or any unrealistic wishful thinking would be foolish and could bring annihilation to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The strength displayed by the Beast God Pavilion, from its lowest-ranking guards to its top-tier combatants, from its resource reserves to its mysterious methods, was overwhelming.

The two unparalleled dragon mights he felt that day, the unfathomable Linghan Pavilion Master before him, and the eight-winged angel Ye Guyi who could crush them with a mere flick of his wrist... everything was like a cold chain, firmly locking him and his sect onto the only path to survival: "submission."

He no longer hesitated, no longer struggled. He stepped forward and bowed deeply once more to the figure perched atop the Ice Throne.

This time, his spine seemed to be crushed by an invisible burden, his body bent at an even greater angle, almost ninety degrees, his voice heavy with sorrow and a resolute determination to cut off all escape routes:

"Sect Master Ling, let's not beat around the bush. The Beast God Pavilion is renowned throughout the continent, its strength is unfathomable, and its foundation far exceeds my imagination."

"I, Ning, and everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are now completely convinced and dare not harbor any further delusions."

He raised his head, his gaze sincere, even pleading, as he met Ling Han's indifferent eyes, which were as cold as ice: "Today, I, Ning Fengzhi, on behalf of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, am willing to lead the school to submit to the Beast God Pavilion. From now on, we will follow Pavilion Master Ling's lead without hesitation, even if it means going through fire and water!"

"I only beg... I only beg the Sect Master to remember that my sect still has some use, and to give my thousands of disciples a way out, and preserve the legacy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, this auxiliary martial soul!"

Before he could finish speaking, under the shocked and pained gazes of Chen Xin and Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi disregarded his noble status as the leader of a sect, bent his right knee, and with a "thud," knelt heavily on one knee on the cold and hard Xuanbing ground!
He lowered his head, the symbol of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's centuries of glory and power!

(End of this chapter)