Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 243 Target: Holy Dragon Sect

Wang Qiu'er and Ye Guyi exchanged a glance, without any hesitation. The next moment, a surge of powerful soul energy erupted into the sky!

Wang Qiu'er was surrounded by a burst of golden light. A dragon's roar rang out, and her body rose slightly. Golden dragon scale phantoms covered her body, especially her back. A pair of huge dragon wings, completely formed from golden dragon power, unfolded with a wingspan of more than five meters, exuding unparalleled power and majesty!
The Golden Dragon Martial Soul, though not in its complete form, is more than sufficient for flight.

On the other side, Ye Guyi was surrounded by holy light, and eight pure white wings made of divine energy gracefully unfolded behind her. Each wing was shrouded in a milky white halo, sacred, noble, and inviolable.

The Eight-Winged Holy Angel Martial Soul is born with the ability to fly, and at an extremely fast speed.

The simultaneous possession of martial souls by two Super Douluo created a terrifying pressure that, even if only a trace of it was leaked, made the guards around the plaza feel breathless and filled them with awe.

Wang Qiu'er flapped her golden dragon wings and hovered in mid-air, while Ye Guyi's eight wings flapped lightly, and she also rose gracefully. Both of them subconsciously turned around to look at Ling Han and Wang Dong'er on the ground.

Wang Dong'er looked at Ling Han, a hint of cunning and helplessness flashing in her pinkish-blue eyes.

She lightly stomped her foot, gave Ling Han a reproachful look, her expression charming and adorable, as if to say, "You clearly don't have enough soul power, but you still insist on being strong."

Immediately, a dazzling aura of light shone around her, and a pair of magnificent butterfly wings, woven from light and dragon power, suddenly unfolded behind her!

The butterfly wings were more magnificent than the previous Goddess of Light butterfly, with faint dragon scale patterns on the edges. As it fluttered, not only did the power of light flow, but a faint dragon's might also permeate the air.

With a flap of her wings, Wang Dong'er was noticeably faster than Wang Qiu'er and Ye Guyi when they took off, and instantly arrived beside Ling Han.

She reached out her slender hand and grabbed Ling Han's arm, her tone carrying a hint of unyielding arrogance: "Husband, I'll take you flying!"

Without waiting for Ling Han's response, the wings of the Radiant Dragon God Butterfly behind her flapped suddenly, carrying a gentle yet powerful force, pulling Ling Han into the sky and quickly catching up with Wang Qiu'er and Ye Guyi ahead.

Ling Han, who was being carried by Wang Dong'er, remained calm, gazing into the distance.

It's not that he can't fly on his own; the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Martial Soul also has the ability to fly. However, with his current soul power level and soul ring configuration, long-term high-speed flight would be extremely taxing, far less efficient and easy than being carried by Wang Dong'er.

He was happy to conserve his soul power, and at the same time, he enjoyed the rare feeling of being cared for by those around him. Beneath his cold and domineering mask, he was not without normal emotions, but there were very few people who could make him let his guard down.

When Wang Qiu'er saw Wang Dong'er pulling Ling Han up, her golden eyes flickered slightly. She didn't say anything, but silently adjusted her position and flew to the other side of Ling Han.

Ye Guyi consciously flew to a slightly forward position, her eight wings outstretched, with holy light clearing the way.

Inside Heaven Dou City, countless Soul Masters and civilians looked up at the sky, feeling the distant, chilling aura, and speculating about what earth-shattering move the Beast God Pavilion would make next.

"Husband, shall we go find that Holy Dragon Sect first?" Wang Dong'er's voice came through the whistling wind, carrying a hint of excitement.

"Hmm," Ling Han replied calmly. "Tuoba Xi is the strongest, and his sect has the deepest foundation. Take him down first, and the other two sects can be apprehended with a proclamation." Wang Qiu'er's golden eyes swept over the rapidly passing mountains and rivers below, and she said coldly, "Why go through all this trouble for a Soul Douluo? I alone can make him kneel and submit." Her tone was full of the absolute confidence and arrogance of a golden dragon.

Upon hearing this, Ye Guyi, who was ahead, did not turn around. Her clear and holy voice came from ahead: "Miss Qiu'er, you must not be careless."

"The Pavilion Master's personal visit must have a profound purpose. The best course of action is to resolve this quickly and avoid any unforeseen complications."

Ling Han glanced admiringly at Ye Guyi's retreating figure. This woman was not only powerful but also quite meticulous; she truly lived up to her reputation as a character summoned by the system.

He said, "Gu Yi is right. Although the Holy Dragon Sect does not have any titled Douluo, its martial soul, the White Armored Earth Dragon, has considerable defensive power. The sect's disciples are well-trained. If we defend from a strategic position, we can take it by force, but it will inevitably take a lot of time and effort."

"What I want is to crush them completely, to make them feel despair from the bottom of their hearts, and to leave them with no will to resist."

His words were calm, yet they contained an undeniable resolve and a chilling killing intent. The three women sensed his will and said no more, only increasing their speed even further.

With their terrifying speed as Super Douluos, they arrived at the territory of the Holy Dragon Sect in less than half a day.

It was a continuous mountain range, with its main peak soaring into the clouds. The terrain was precipitous, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At the mountain gate, the three powerful characters "Holy Dragon Sect" are carved on a huge stone archway, with faint dragon-shaped patterns entwined around it, exuding an extraordinary aura.

A dozen or so disciples dressed in white, tight-fitting outfits with earth dragon patterns embroidered on their chests were on duty. Each of them exuded a powerful aura and was at least at the Soul Master level.

"Halt! This is the gate of the Holy Dragon Sect. State your name!" The leader, a Soul King-level deacon, saw four streaks of light rushing straight toward the gate without slowing down. His expression changed, and he shouted sharply. At the same time, he released his Martial Soul, and a phantom of a white-armored earth dragon appeared behind him.

However, before his shout had even finished, four figures, like meteorites, descended upon the plaza in front of the mountain gate with a terrifying, suffocating pressure!

"boom!"

With a dull thud, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the ground centered on the four people!
The violent shockwave, mixed with the soul power fluctuations unintentionally emitted by the three Super Douluo, swept outwards like a tsunami!

The dozen or so disciples on duty didn't even have time to utter a sound before they were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. They were instantly sent flying backward, spitting out blood while still in the air, and crashing heavily dozens of meters away, their fate unknown.

The Soul King deacon had a slightly higher cultivation level, but he only lasted for half a second longer before his martial soul instantly dissipated. He crashed onto the stone pillar of the mountain gate like a kite with a broken string, slid down softly, and fainted.

The area in front of the mountain gate fell into a deathly silence! Only dust drifted down slowly.

Ling Han stood with his hands behind his back, not even glancing at the fallen disciples. Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er, and Ye Guyi had mostly concealed their auras, but just standing there, the invisible pressure emanating from them, like a primordial beast, made the entire mountain where the Holy Dragon Sect was located seem to freeze instantly!

(End of this chapter)