Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 289 Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao!

This person was about two meters tall, with a well-proportioned and upright figure. He wore a seemingly simple yet spotless black robe. The hem and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with intricate and ancient dragon patterns in dark gold thread, which seemed to flow subtly, as if they were alive.

He looked to be around forty years old, with features as if sculpted by a knife and axe, his handsome face carrying an air of world-weariness and indifference. His eyes were as deep as the eternal night, and with each opening and closing, it seemed as if endless darkness rose and fell within them.

His hair was pure black, cascading over his shoulders, adding to his mystery and untamed spirit. Standing there, he seemed to be the center of darkness, swallowing all light and sound around him, inspiring awe and fear.

His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Ling Han. A flicker of emotion crossed his deep, star-like eyes—a flicker of confirmation and belonging. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, knelt on one knee before Ling Han, right hand on his chest, the movement fluid and imbued with an ancient sense of ritual. His voice was deep and magnetic, filled with absolute respect.
"Your subordinate, Long Xiaoyao, greets Young Master!"

At the same time, the system panel in Ling Han's mind automatically appeared:
[Congratulations, host, on successfully summoning the character: Long Xiaoyao.]

[Identity: Dark Holy Dragon, Limit Douluo.]

[Soul Power Level: 99]

[Martial Soul: Dark Sacred Dragon (Top-tier dragon-type martial soul, ultimate dark attribute).]

[Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Red, Red.]

Level 99 Limit Douluo! Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul! Two 100,000-year Soul Rings!
The moment Long Xiaoyao appeared and released his vast dark aura without reservation, the entire Wuhun City was completely alarmed!
The first to arrive were those from the Papal Palace, which was the closest.

A dazzling purple-gold light ripped through the sky, and Bibi Dong's figure instantly appeared in mid-air outside the camp. She held a papal scepter inlaid with huge gems, wore a purple-gold crown, and her beautiful face was covered with frost and solemnity. Her phoenix eyes were fixed on the direction of Ling Han's residence, and deep in her eyes were shock, anger and a trace of disbelief!
Behind her, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei appeared silently like two ghostly figures. Both of them had extremely ugly expressions, especially when they felt the extreme dark pressure that made their souls tremble. They subconsciously moved closer together, and the fluctuations of their Martial Soul Fusion Skill were hidden.

"What a terrifying aura of darkness... Who is it? When did the Beast God Pavilion gain such a powerful figure?!" Bibi Dong's voice was icy cold, filled with suppressed rage.

Ling Han, within her Martial Soul City, first allowed his subordinates to cripple her elders and kill her title holders, and now he brazenly summons such a terrifying powerhouse. This is simply trampling on the dignity of her Papal Palace and rubbing it repeatedly!

Immediately afterward, a pure and sacred golden light shot into the sky from the direction of the Hall of Worship, like the breaking of dawn, dispelling some of the pervasive darkness. A figure with six wings on its back, shrouded in holy radiance, silently appeared in the air on the other side—it was none other than the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu!
His face was ancient and his eyes were as deep as the sea. At this moment, he also looked at Ling Han's residence with a hint of surprise, muttering to himself, "Limit Douluo... How is this possible? When did such a powerful Limit Douluo appear out of nowhere on the continent?"

Besides these two top-tier forces, the powerful figures from other sects, families, and soul master academies in Wuhun City were also alarmed. They appeared in the surrounding area, either openly or secretly, watching from afar with expressions of horror and awe on their faces.

"Heavens, it's coming from the direction of the Beast God Pavilion again!" "This aura... seems even more terrifying than Elder Qi Xue's and the two Pavilion Master's wives!"

"Limit Douluo! It's definitely the pressure of a Limit Douluo!"

"Just how deep is the foundation of this Beast God Pavilion? It's terrifying!"

Inside the room, Ling Han seemed completely oblivious to the uproar caused by Long Xiaoyao's arrival. He looked at Long Xiaoyao kneeling before him, a calm and satisfied smile on his face. He slowly rose, stepped forward, and personally offered his hand to help him up, saying, "Elder Long, please rise. There's no need for such formalities. In the future, the Beast God Pavilion will still need Elder Long's strong support."

Long Xiaoyao rose to his feet, his posture upright like a pine tree. He respectfully replied, "Young Master, you flatter me. Since I serve you as my master, I will do my utmost, even unto death." His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable firmness, an absolute loyalty that entrusted his very soul.

Ling Han nodded, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls to see the powerful figures in the sky outside, especially Bibi Dong's ugly expression and Qian Daoliu's solemn gaze. A cold and mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

He was certainly not afraid.

With Long Xiaoyao, a level 99 Limit Douluo, by his side, and with a host of powerful figures such as Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er, Qi Xue, and Ye Guyi, as well as the entire Beast God Pavilion as his backing, he truly possesses the capital to run rampant in this Spirit City!
Bibi Dong's anger? Qian Daoliu's apprehension?

so what?

Faced with absolute power, all schemes and tricks, all authority and majesty, are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, utterly vulnerable!
He wanted to be this high-profile, this powerful! He wanted to show the entire Spirit Hall, and all the forces secretly watching, that the Beast God Pavilion had risen! Those who opposed Ling Han would only face... annihilation!
He laughed loudly, pushed open the door to the quiet room, and slowly led Long Xiaoyao out.

The moonlight was cold and clear in the courtyard. Ling Han, dressed in white, stood tall and straight. Although he only possessed level 55 soul power, the presence of Long Xiaoyao, who resembled a dark god, behind him made him seem like the sole protagonist of the world. His gaze calmly swept over the crowd gathered outside the courtyard, their expressions varied, finally settling on Bibi Dong, whose face was ashen. A half-smile played on his lips, and his voice clearly resonated throughout the area:

"What brings you all here so late at night? Are you perhaps here to congratulate me on acquiring a new guardian elder?"

His voice, clear and melodious like a young man's, also contained an undeniable air of authority and confidence. With Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao by his side, what did he have to fear in Martial Soul City?
Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly in her jade-like hands, her nails almost digging into her palms. She stared intently at Ling Han, then glanced warily at Long Xiaoyao behind him, whose aura seemed to blend into the darkness and was unfathomable. After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Ling Han... you are very good!"

Her heart was filled with rage, but she had to suppress it forcibly. A stranger, whose allegiance was unclear, was enough to make any plan have to be reconsidered!

(End of this chapter)