Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 274 One Sword Defeats Two Douluos

The two titled Douluos, one seriously injured and the other slightly injured, were defeated decisively and without any suspense!

Qi Xue hovered in mid-air, her robes fluttering, like a sword immortal descending to earth. She glanced coldly at the disheveled Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo; her mission was to safely escort the team to Wuhun City.

"Go back and tell Bibi Dong," Qi Xue's voice, as cold as ice, clearly reached the ears of the two Title Douluos, "whatever tricks you have, use them in the tournament. If you dare to do such despicable things again, don't blame my Beast God Pavilion for flattening your Papal Palace!"

After speaking, she ignored the ashen-faced Chrysanthemum Douluo and the ghost, and slowly descended back to the carriage.

The Spirit Hall Soul Masters who had followed Soul Douluo had already scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing without a trace.

The official road was deathly silent. Only the sound of the wind and the heavy breathing of the academy teams in the distance could be heard.

Everyone's gaze was filled with unparalleled awe as they looked at the figure shrouded in ink. Qi Xue of the Beast God Pavilion had defeated two Douluo with a single sword strike! This battle would surely spread throughout the entire continent in the shortest possible time!
Tang Ya and the others were filled with awe and pride as they watched Qi Xue return. This was the power of their Beast God Pavilion!

"Pack up and let's continue on our way." Qi Xue's voice remained calm, as if the earth-shattering battle just now had nothing to do with her.

The convoy started again. The incident on the official road was like a stone thrown into a lake; the ripples would eventually subside, but the impact it had had would spread far and wide.

News of Qi Xue's defeat of two Douluo with a single sword strike spread like wildfire across the continent, faster than the Dragon Scale Steed, causing a massive uproar. The power of the Beast God Pavilion and Qi Xue's terrifying strength once again shattered everyone's perceptions.

The journey that followed became unusually peaceful. No foolish forces dared to obstruct the caravan, and even those who had been watching became cautious and filled with awe. The cities and checkpoints along the way, whether belonging to the Heaven Dou Empire or regions deeply influenced by the Spirit Hall, all treated the caravan with the highest level of courtesy and the fastest possible passage, fearing the slightest possible neglect.

Inside the carriage, the seven individuals, having endured repeated battles and profound shock, underwent a transformation in their mindset. They were no longer merely gifted young Soul Masters, but warriors who had truly experienced the trials of blood and fire and witnessed the pinnacle of strategic maneuvering.

They seized every opportunity to practice, summarize, and refine their skills, their aura became increasingly focused, and their tacit understanding reached a whole new level.

Ten days later, the majestic and magnificent Martial Soul City finally came into view.

It was a colossal city built entirely of white megaliths, its walls soaring into the clouds, gleaming with a holy and majestic light in the sunlight.

In the heart of the city, an extremely magnificent palace pierces the clouds—the Papal Palace, the holy land of all Soul Masters on the continent!

The entire city was permeated with a rich aura of light and holiness, but it also carried an invisible, oppressive majesty.

The closer one gets to Spirit City, the denser the flow of people and carriages becomes on the official road. Caravans from various kingdoms, duchies, and major spirit master academies across the continent arrive in an endless stream, making the wide avenue leading to the city gates somewhat congested. Most of these groups look on with excitement and curiosity, gazing at the holy city with a sense of pilgrimage.

However, when the Beast God Pavilion's iconic dragon-patterned carriage appeared, the originally noisy and crowded city gate area instantly became strangely still and dissipated.

Everyone, whether ordinary pedestrians or teachers and students from other soul master academies, instinctively stepped aside like a tide, making way for a wide passage. Their eyes were filled with undisguised fear, awe, and a hint of curiosity. The Dragonscale Steed, with its steady gait, pulled the carriage, ignoring the complex gazes around it, and drove straight towards the massive city gate.

Meanwhile, at the magnificent city gate of Wuhun City, which stands tens of meters high, another eye-catching standoff is taking place.

Guarding the city gate were two squads of Spirit Hall warriors clad in bright silver armor, exuding a powerful aura, led by a Knight Commander of the Soul Saint level.

They rigorously inspected every team entering the city. Although the procedures were standardized, the arrogance of the Spirit Hall was undisguised in their eyes.

At this moment, the queue to enter the city had formed a long line. However, three figures were stopped at the front of the queue.

Leading the group was a young man dressed in a dark robe. He was tall and straight, with black hair and black eyes. His handsome appearance was almost otherworldly, but what was most unsettling was his pair of eyes, which seemed to have been sculpted from ten thousand years of ice. They were indifferent and deep, as if nothing in the world was worth his attention.

He simply stood there casually, yet he naturally exuded an aura of majesty and oppression that surpassed all living beings, making the surrounding noisy environment seem to quiet down.

Two stunningly beautiful women stood to his left and right.

The woman on the left is tall and aloof, with long, radiant golden hair that looks like it's woven from sunlight, casually tied back.

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

The woman on the right is slender and graceful, with a head of gorgeous pinkish-blue long hair that cascades down to her waist like a waterfall. Her skin is as white as snow, and her face is stunningly beautiful, as if she embodies the essence of heaven and earth.

Her clear, light blue eyes held a hint of displeasure as she glared angrily at the Templar warrior blocking her path, a faint aura of light and dragon might emanating from her. It was Wang Dong'er.

These three people were none other than Ling Han, Wang Qiu'er, and Wang Dong'er, who had arrived in Wuhun City ahead of time!

They did not travel by carriage, but flew directly there, far faster than any caravan. When they attempted to enter the city, they were stopped and questioned by the Templar commander guarding the gate.

"Gentlemen, please present your identification and participation credentials," the Soul Saint-level knight commander said in a deep voice. His tone was polite, but his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze and a hint of barely perceptible tension. He could sense that these three, especially the young man in black robes in the middle, were exerting unprecedented pressure on him! Even more terrifying than when facing some elders!
Ling Han didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Wang Dong'er couldn't help but say in a sweet voice, "Hey! Why are you stopping us? We're here to compete!"

The Knight Commander frowned: "Participating? May I ask which academy or sect you three represent? What are your credentials?" He had not seen the information of these three people in the known list of powerful teams, especially such a young yet unfathomable combination.

(End of this chapter)