Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 229 Arrangements for the Elite Soul Master Competition!
A half-white, half-black sphere of energy suddenly appeared, twisting and expanding rapidly!

A terrifying energy storm, like the end of the world, instantly swept through the entire space within the barrier!

The soul power barrier emitted a cracking sound, like glass about to shatter, as it was overwhelmed, and its light dimmed rapidly!

Wang Qiu'er and Ye Guyi's eyes sharpened simultaneously, and almost at the same time, they took a step forward, each extending a slender hand and placing it on the precarious barrier! A surge of immense soul power poured in like a river bursting its banks!

Dark golden dragon scales flickered on Wang Qiu'er's arm, the domineering power of the Primordial Golden Dragon Emperor stabilizing one side of the barrier! Holy light flowed in Ye Guyi's palm, the holy power of the eight-winged holy angel purifying the chaotic energy that was rushing in, and reinforcing the other side!
With the combined efforts of two level-98 peak Douluo stabilizing it, the nearly broken barrier finally managed to hold on, but it still trembled violently and its light flickered.

After expanding to its limit, the energy sphere finally began to slowly contract and annihilate. The destructive energy storm also gradually subsided.

As the last wisp of turbulent energy dissipated, the scene in the center of the hall became clear again.

Wang Dong'er and Zi Ji remained suspended in their original positions, but their auras were noticeably weaker, and their faces were slightly pale. Clearly, the clash just now had consumed a huge amount of their soul power.

The Holy Dragon Judgment, powerful enough to purify evil, and the Dragon Breath, powerful enough to annihilate life, actually wore each other down in that extreme confrontation, and in the end... they canceled each other out, neither able to defeat the other!
A fierce competition, fought with all their might, ended in a draw.

Looking at Zi Ji, who was also struggling with her breathing, Wang Dong'er was not discouraged at all. Instead, a brighter and more excited smile appeared on her face.

She clapped her hands and exclaimed cheerfully, "A tie! That's great!"

"Sister Ziji, you are amazing! From now on, whenever I'm bored or when I make a breakthrough in my strength, I can come and spar with you!"

She has finally found an opponent, besides Sister Qiu'er, with whom she can fight so thoroughly and with such similar strength!

This was fantastic news for Wang Dong'er, who was both competitive and eager to improve!

Zi Ji also transformed back into her alluring human form. Although she was slightly out of breath, her face still held a smile of pleasure and a hint of admiration.

She walked up to Wang Dong'er and said sincerely, "Dong'er, you really surprised me! If it weren't for my profound cultivation, I would have really suffered a loss during that Holy Dragon Judgment."

"Being able to spar with you will greatly benefit my cultivation!"

The two women smiled at each other, the intensity of their earlier battle seemingly transforming into a deep and mutual appreciation.

"Alright, that concludes our exchange. Both were excellent and did not disappoint me."

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Wuhun City, Papal Palace

In stark contrast to the atmosphere of the Beast God Pavilion's main hall, which was filled with dragon might and chill, the Papal Palace was permeated with a solemn and dignified air, yet also subtly tinged with a sinister and intriguing atmosphere.

The towering dome cast a huge shadow, and the walls on both sides were carved with various martial spirit patterns that had been passed down for generations by the Spirit Hall. Under the dim light of the magical lamps, they seemed as if they could come to life at any moment.

On the papal throne, Bibi Dong, clad in a magnificent purple papal robe and wearing a purple-gold crown, sat as still as a mountain, holding a jeweled scepter symbolizing supreme power. Her face was exquisitely beautiful yet icy cold; her deep purple eyes held no emotion, only the profound depth and majesty of an ancient, icy pool, seemingly capable of piercing the heart and reflecting all the ambitions and desires of the world.

On the polished floor below, three young figures knelt on one knee, heads bowed respectfully. They were none other than Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, hailed as the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall.

As the core of the three and Bibi Dong's only direct disciple, Hu Liena wore a well-fitting Spirit Hall elite uniform today, which accentuated her increasingly full and charming figure.

She had long, flowing orange hair, fair skin, and a charming, beautiful face, especially her captivating peach blossom eyes, which naturally carried a hint of allure. But at this moment, those beautiful eyes were filled with absolute reverence for the person seated there, and a barely perceptible tension. (In the original work, she had long black hair; in the anime, she had short orange hair.)
Xie Yue stood slightly behind her, his face cold and stern, his figure as straight as a spear, his eyes sharp like a drawn blade, silent and dangerous.

Yan, on the other hand, had short, fiery red hair, a burly build, bulging muscles, and eyes filled with burning fighting spirit and undisguised admiration for Hu Liena.

On either side of Bibi Dong's throne, standing silently like two ghosts, were Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

Yue Guan still held his strange, towering chrysanthemum in his hand, his eyes sweeping over the three people below with a sinister gaze; the ghosts were completely shrouded in darkness, with only two eerie will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the shadows.

The main hall was completely silent, with only the faint crackling sound of the burning lamp flames.

After a long silence, Bibi Dong's clear, cold voice, imbued with supreme authority, finally broke the stillness:
"Nana."

Just two words were enough to make Hu Liena's delicate body tremble almost imperceptibly. She quickly lowered her head even further and respectfully replied, "Teacher."

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on her most prized disciple, and a complex emotion flashed deep in her purple eyes. There was care and expectation, but more than that, there was a demanding requirement and a deep calculation.

She spoke slowly, her voice steady yet carrying an undeniable pressure:
"You should know why I summoned you here today, shouldn't you?"

Hu Liena took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady: "This disciple knows. It's for the upcoming... Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies."

“Not bad.” Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her fingertips gently tapping the gem at the top of the scepter, producing a rhythmic sound that seemed to resonate in the hearts of the three people below. “This year’s competition is different from the past.”

"It concerns the reputation of the Spirit Hall, and even more so... certain future plans. The championship must belong to the Spirit Hall!"

Her tone suddenly turned sharp, and her gaze swept over Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan as if it were solid:

"I hope that you, the golden generation nurtured by the Spirit Hall, can live up to expectations and win the final championship of this competition!"

"Therefore, the palace has prepared generous rewards for you. As long as you win the championship, these rewards will all belong to you! So, you must claim them!"

Bibi Dong spoke the last four words slowly and deliberately, carrying a heavy burden of pressure and a resolute will.

However, upon hearing these words, Hu Liena's charming face did not show joy and confidence, but instead revealed an undisguised hesitation and struggle.

(End of this chapter)