Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 237 Integration
Led by two powerful, cold-eyed Beast God Pavilion Soul Saint guards, Ning Fengzhi and his group stepped into the enormous palace gate that seemed capable of swallowing all light.

As soon as you enter, a terrifying aura as majestic as a mountain and as vast as the sea hits you as if it were a tangible thing!

"Om-!"

The air itself seemed to tremble slightly. Ning Fengzhi felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if an immense weight was pressing down on his shoulders. The elders and disciples behind him, all at the Soul Emperor and Soul Saint levels, were deathly pale, their bodies swaying as if they were about to lose their footing.

Even Chen Xin and Gu Rong, two peak Douluo, had their pupils suddenly contract, and their soul power involuntarily accelerated to resist this invisible and heart-palpitating pressure.

The interior of the main hall is much more spacious than it appears from the outside, with a high-hanging dome that seems to connect to the starry sky.

On both sides stand giant pillars that require several people to encircle, carved with various lifelike dragon reliefs, baring their fangs and claws, looking down on all living beings.

The main hall was dimly lit, except for a deep area where a soft yet dazzling light enveloped the space.

Their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the source of the light—the enormous throne high above at the far end of the hall.

At this moment, a figure sat languidly on the throne.

He is Ling Han, the founder and supreme ruler of the Beast God Pavilion, who makes the top forces of the entire continent tremble!
On either side of Ling Han's throne, at a slightly lower position, stood three stunningly beautiful figures, like stars guarding the emperor.

On the left is a slender young woman dressed in a light gold outfit that accentuates her perfect curves.

She had a head of gorgeous pinkish-blue hair that cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, her skin was as white as snow, and her face was stunningly beautiful.

What's most striking are her large, clear, pinkish-blue eyes, which are now filled with curiosity and liveliness as she observes Ning Fengzhi and the others who have entered. It is Wang Dong'er.

The woman on the right is tall and has a cool, elegant demeanor. She has long, radiant golden hair, like a brocade woven by sunlight, casually tied back her head.

Her features were exquisitely crafted, as if sculpted by a master craftsman, exuding an innate nobility and pride. Her golden eyes, sharp as knives, seemed to pierce the heart, and she radiated a pure and powerful aura—the oppressive force of the golden dragon's bloodline. This was Wang Qiu'er.

Behind the throne of Linghan, standing solemnly like the most loyal guardian deity, was a woman with a tall and straight figure, whose beautiful face exuded an aura of holiness and inviolability.

She wore a pure white dress and armor, with eight illusory pure white wings faintly visible on her back, their light and shadows unfurling. A holy radiance flowed around her, as if she were a divine messenger descending to earth.

Her eyes were calm, yet contained a terrifying power of level ninety-eight. She was none other than Ye Guyi, who possessed the Eight-Winged Holy Angel Martial Soul!

This was just the beginning. Ning Fengzhi suppressed the shock in his heart and glanced at both sides of the hall.

On the left side of the main hall stood a row of powerful figures.

The leader was a tall man dressed in a crimson robe. He had a resolute face and eyes as fiery as molten lava. He exuded powerful fire-attribute soul power fluctuations. He was none other than Long Chen, the vice sect master of the Myriad Dragons Sect, with a soul power level of ninety-seven and the martial soul Crimson Flame Sacred Dragon!
Beside Long Chen stood a woman dressed in an ice-blue palace gown. Her face was aloof and ethereal, as if sculpted from ice and snow, her temperament noble and refined. An extreme chill emanated from her, as if even the air itself were freezing. She was Xue Qinglan, the head of the Holy Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy, a peak level 97 Soul Power user with the Martial Soul Extreme Ice Phoenix.

Further behind was a girl who looked a little younger, but had a gentle and graceful demeanor. Her eyes were clear and held a hint of timid curiosity.

Her aura was the weakest among those present, but Ning Fengzhi keenly sensed the immense life force contained within her body; it was none other than Tang Ya.

On the right side of the main hall, the lineup is equally breathtaking.

Wearing a dark green robe, with white hair and beard, and a sinister look in his eyes, surrounded by a faint poisonous mist, he was none other than the famous Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!
Beside Dugu Bo stood Qi Xue, whose temperament was sharp as a sword and whose beautiful face carried a murderous aura.

Further on, there were four powerful figures with different forms, but whose soul power fluctuations all reached the peak of Soul Douluo!
A man with an extremely tall and strong build, standing like an iron tower, with skin that faintly gleamed with a metallic sheen, was none other than Hu Yanzhen, the former sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, whose martial soul was the Diamond Mammoth. His soul power had reached level eighty-nine, just one step away from becoming a Title Douluo!
One of them was a man with a muscular build, sharp eyes like a leopard, and a fiery aura rising around him. He was Huo Yan, the sect leader of the Fire Leopard Sect, with a soul power of level 86.

A man with a cold and stern face, carrying a long sword on his back, surrounded by auras, was Feng Bailong, the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect, with a soul power of level 87.

A burly man with bulging muscles and a fierce expression was Hu Qianxing, the sect leader of the Black Tiger Sect, with a soul power level of eighty-six.

Besides these four sect leaders from the lower four sects, there was another tall and strong old man with a kind face but a resolute expression. He was Niu Gao, the former patriarch of the Yu clan and the current head of the Armor Hall of the Beast God Pavilion. His martial soul was the Plate Armor Giant Rhinoceros, and his soul power was level 88!

Behind these top experts, further away on both sides of the main hall, stood hundreds of Soul Masters with calm auras and sharp eyes. Although they did not release their Martial Souls, the faint, interconnected, and powerful fluctuations of their Soul Power proclaimed that they were all Soul Saint level experts!
Seven Title Douluo! (Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er, Ye Guyi, Long Chen, Xue Qinglan, Dugu Bo, Qi Xue)
More than a dozen Soul Douluos! (Hu Yanzhen, Huo Yan, Feng Bailong, Hu Qianxing, Niu Gao, etc.)

Hundreds of Soul Saints!
What a terrifying force this is! Enough to sweep away any single power on the continent besides the Spirit Hall! It even has the qualifications to directly challenge the Spirit Hall!
Ning Fengzhi's heart sank completely, and at the same time, a complex emotion that was hard to describe welled up within him. He understood that Ling Han's elaborate display was not intended to intimidate or humiliate—at the current level of the Beast God Pavilion, there was no need to use such methods to intimidate a declining Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. It was more like a... alternative form of "respect".

This is a final act of respect given to the former three great sects.

This allows Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo to complete the ceremony of submission in a relatively "equal" setting.

Otherwise, given Ling Han's status and strength, he could have easily met with them in the side hall at will, or even avoided meeting them altogether.

Having figured this out, Ning Fengzhi felt a mix of emotions: humiliation, sorrow, and a touch of... indescribable bitter gratitude.

(End of this chapter)