Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 290 Sendo-ryu's Appearance

As soon as Long Xiaoyao finished speaking, his calm yet penetrating words, the night sky began to change.

First, a single golden ray, like the dawn quietly blooming in the darkness, silently lit up the sky above the Beast God Pavilion's encampment. Then, that golden ray quickly spread, transforming into rings of soft yet magnificent and sacred light, illuminating half the night sky as if it were daytime.

At the center of the halo, a figure stepped through the air, his steps steady. With each step, a golden lotus flower formed from pure light bloomed beneath his feet, supporting his body, moving at a leisurely pace.

The newcomer wore a simple white robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the night breeze. His hair and beard were all white, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, without a single wrinkle. Most striking were his eyes—clear and bright, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world, yet they also contained endless wisdom and majesty accumulated over the years.

He didn't deliberately emanate any soul power fluctuations, but the sacred, vast, and righteous aura that naturally flowed from him instilled awe in everyone who sensed it, as if they were facing a deity walking among mortals.

It was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Limit Douluo, and the guardian of the Angel God.

His appearance abruptly divided the night sky, which had been oppressive and heavy due to Long Xiaoyao's dark aura, into two distinct halves. One half was a deep, inky darkness that devoured light, and the other half was a sacred and glorious light that dispelled the gloom.

Two completely opposite, yet extremely powerful, attributes collided, merged, and repelled each other silently in the night sky, causing distortions and hums in the surrounding space, as if the heavens and earth were trembling at the encounter of these two forces.

"Lord Sendoriyu!"

"It's the Grand Master!"

"My God, even the High Priest of the Offering Hall has been alerted!"

A series of barely suppressed gasps erupted from the crowd watching outside the courtyard, and many of the Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall were so excited that their faces flushed, and they all bowed in respect.

To them, Qian Daoliu was the pillar of the Spirit Hall, the embodiment of their faith, a figure living in legend. How could they not be excited to see him in person tonight?
Bibi Dong's pupils also contracted slightly. Although she was the Pope, Qian Daoliu lived deep within the Hall of Worship for many years, rarely concerning himself with outside affairs, and even less often appearing in public.

At this moment, he actually appeared in person, and it was obvious that he was moved by that unfamiliar Limit Douluo named Long Xiaoyao. This made her assessment of Long Xiaoyao's strength rise a few points involuntarily. At the same time, a deeper sense of fear and... a complex emotion that was not easy to detect quietly arose.

Qian Daoliu hovered in the void about a hundred meters away from Long Xiaoyao. Ignoring the reactions of the crowd below, his clear yet all-seeing eyes calmly fell upon Long Xiaoyao, carefully scrutinizing this suddenly appearing, unfathomably powerful peer. "I am Qian Daoliu, in charge of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship," Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice calm and gentle, like a spring breeze caressing a lake, yet carrying a power that penetrated to the very core of everyone present. "Fellow Daoist, your aura is as deep as the sea, as vast as the stars; your strength has likely reached the pinnacle of this world."

"Forgive my ignorance, but I have never heard of you before. May I ask where you come from?"

Although his words were polite, anyone could hear the underlying sense of inquiry and vigilance in them.

The sudden appearance of a strange Limit Douluo with opposing attributes in Wuhun City, on the side of the Beast God Pavilion which was already at odds with the Wuhun Hall, was enough to make any ruler uneasy.

All eyes, including those of Bibi Dong, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and even the spies from various forces hidden in the shadows further away, were fixed on Long Xiaoyao. They were equally curious about who this mysterious powerhouse really was.
Faced with Qian Daoliu's gentle yet sharp questioning, and countless gazes, some open and some hidden, filled with inquiry and awe, Long Xiaoyao's expression remained as calm as a deep well.

He slightly raised his head, and his deep eyes, which seemed capable of swallowing up light, silently met Qian Daoliu's clear gaze in the air.

"I, Long, am a free spirit, used to wandering around for many years. I no longer need those external things like titles, and no one remembers them anymore." Long Xiaoyao's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a sense of vicissitude and indifference from having experienced the world. He neither admitted nor denied anything, but cleverly avoided the core question that Qian Daoliu was asking.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's white eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. He had lived for nearly two hundred years and had seen countless powerful figures. He had long since cultivated a mind as still as water, but the powerful figure before him gave him an extremely special feeling—a kind of aloofness and pride that was deeply hidden in his bones and seemed to originate from ancient times. This was something that no ordinary reclusive powerhouse could possess.

"I see." Qian Daoliu nodded noncommittally, his face still bearing that gentle smile, but the solemnity in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. "As soon as Fellow Daoist Long appeared, he caused a tremor throughout the city, and the Yuan energy of heaven and earth responded to him. His strength is beyond doubt."

"I have been sitting in the Hall of Offerings for many years, and have not stretched my muscles for a long time. Today, seeing you, fellow Daoist, I am suddenly itching to have a match." He changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of the burning fighting spirit of a peak expert. "Since we are both at the pinnacle of Soul Masters in this world, it is rare to meet a worthy opponent. Fellow Daoist Long, would you do me the honor of sparring with me and exchanging a few blows, discussing and verifying our Dao?"

These words immediately caused an uproar below!
Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, one of the three Limit Douluos of the present era, and the spokesperson of the Angel God, actually took the initiative to challenge a powerful stranger he had just met to a duel!
This is not only the highest recognition of Long Xiaoyao's strength, but also means that in Qian Daoliu's heart, this Long Xiaoyao is an opponent who is worthy of being his equal and fighting with all his might!

Everyone's breathing quickened involuntarily. A battle between Limit Douluos was a once-in-a-century event! A peak duel worthy of being recorded in the annals of Soul Master history!
Long Xiaoyao did not answer immediately, but instead slightly turned his head, casting his gaze upon Ling Han, who stood below with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. His gaze carried both inquiry and absolute respect.

Ling Han sensed Long Xiaoyao's gaze and understood. He, too, was extremely curious about the true combat strength of this Limit Douluo, summoned by the system and known as the "Dragon Emperor Douluo."

Fighting against a renowned and deeply experienced powerhouse like Qian Daoliu is undoubtedly the best way to test one's strength and demonstrate the unshakeable foundation of the Beast God Pavilion to the entire continent!
(End of this chapter)