Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 49 The Four Major Affiliated Sects (Please read on...please add to your favorites...please vote with monthly tickets...please recommend...)
After calling Wang Qiu'er, Long Chen, and Dugu Bo, Ling Han headed towards the Yu Clan.

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The Heavenly Dou Empire, the territory of the Imperial Clan.

The heavy iron gates were tightly shut, and the atmosphere in the spacious training ground was tense.

Niu Gao, the patriarch of the Yu clan, was as tall and strong as an iron tower. His dark skin gleamed with a metallic sheen, and the heavy aura brought by his plate armor giant rhinoceros martial spirit permeated the entire area.

He sat upright in the main seat, his brows furrowed. Below him sat several elders and elite disciples of the clan, each exuding a deep, resolute aura and possessing formidable defensive capabilities. A sense of restlessness and unease permeated the air.

"Old Rhinoceros! We're here!" A booming voice broke the silence.

The door was suddenly pushed open with tremendous force, and a group of people strode in. The one in the lead was extremely muscular, with bulging muscles, bristling hair and beard, and eyes like copper bells—it was none other than Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan!
Although his martial spirit, the Mighty Ape, was not yet released, its pure and brute force was already overwhelming. Behind him followed several equally imposing experts from the Power Clan.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle breeze swept by, and almost no one could see the movement clearly as a figure quietly appeared in the field.

This man was tall and thin, with a sharp face and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He was none other than Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan!
His speed was so great that he seemed to merge with the air itself. The Swift Martial Soul granted him unparalleled agility.

Finally, a sharp, chilling aura arrived. A middle-aged man with a cold face and eyes like unsheathed swords entered, accompanied by several clansmen with equally fierce auras.

His steps were steady, each one seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present. He was none other than Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Breaking Clan! Even when the Soul-Breaking Spear was concealed, its sharpness still stung the skin.

"Old gorilla, old white bird, old goat!" Niu Gao stood up, his voice like muffled thunder, "You've finally arrived!"

"Old Rhino, what's the matter that's so urgent?" Titan's voice boomed as he swaggered over and sat down next to Niu Gao, his large, fan-like hands making the stone chair vibrate.

"You've even called all of us? Could it be that the Haotian Sect..." He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant, their eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and anticipation.

Bai He frowned slightly, keenly sensing that something was amiss: "Brother Niu, the atmosphere within the clan is heavy. Is there a powerful enemy?"

Yang Wudi remained silent, his arms crossed, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire area like that of a predator surveying its prey. His Soul-Shattering Spear was ready to drink blood at any moment.

Niu Gao took a deep breath, about to explain why he had summoned everyone—some mysterious and powerful auras had appeared in the vicinity recently, and he was having trouble sleeping and eating.

However, just before he could utter a word!

call--!
An indescribable, terrifying chill descended without warning!
It wasn't just ordinary cold; it was an absolute, freezing chill, as if it came from the deepest depths of the Netherworld, freezing the very soul!

Above the training ground, the sunlight dimmed instantly, and fine, deep blue ice crystals condensed in the air and fell down in a soft rustling sound!

"Who goes there?!" The four clan leaders' expressions changed simultaneously, and they stood up abruptly, their powerful soul forces erupting instantly!

Behind Titan, the phantom of a ferocious, powerful gorilla appeared, Bai He's figure became blurry, Yang Wudi had already grasped the Soul-Breaking Spear that seemed to be able to pierce through everything, and Niu Gao instantly entered a defensive stance, his skin gleaming with a thick metallic luster!
The heavy iron gate of the training ground, along with the towering walls on both sides, were silently and completely covered and frozen by a layer of deep blue ice with flowing mysterious runes, to everyone's astonishment!
The ice exuded a despairing chill and a sense of solidity, as if even space itself had been frozen!
Three figures appeared like ghosts atop the frozen gate, looking down at the members of the four major sects below who were on high alert.

On the left, a man with green hair and beard, and a sinister gaze, exuded a nauseating, sweet-smelling aura. Just standing there, he seemed to bring the shadow of death—Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo! On the right, a man with fiery red hair, a wild face, and eyes like burning lava, his scorching and destructive aura forming a strange contrast with the terrifying ice beneath him, as if he might erupt at any moment and incinerate everything—Crimson Flame Douluo, Long Chen!

Standing between the two, at the highest point of the frozen gate, was a boy with long, ice-blue hair.

He stood tall and straight, his handsome face as cold as ancient ice, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the four clan leaders who were renowned throughout the soul master world, as if looking at a group of ants.

No spirit rings were visible around him, but the terrifying pressure emanating from the depths of his bloodline, hotter than Long Chen's flames and more deadly than Dugu Bo's poison, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like an invisible mountain!

It was none other than Ling Han, the young master of the Beast God Pavilion!
Half a step behind him, a golden-red figure stood quietly.

She possessed an exquisitely beautiful face, yet remained expressionless. Her brilliant golden eyes, like molten gold, calmly gazed down, as if nothing before her could stir the slightest ripple in her heart.

However, simply by standing there, a terrifying sense of power, pure to the extreme and originating from the pinnacle of life, permeated the air, causing even Titan's Mighty Ape Martial Soul to feel a shiver of instinct! —Golden Dragon Douluo, Wang Qiu'er!
“Now that everyone is here,” Ling Han’s voice rang out, clear and calm, yet like the cold wind of the Arctic, clearly brushing against everyone’s eardrums, carrying an unquestionable indifference, “then I will save myself the trouble of visiting each of you individually.”

His gaze swept over Niu Gao, whose expression had changed drastically; Titan, who was filled with surprise and uncertainty; Bai He, who was on high alert; and Yang Wudi, whose eyes were sharp as knives and fixed on him. A cold, icy smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Let me introduce myself." Ling Han's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated like thunder in the hearts of the four clan leaders:

"I am Ling Han."

"Young Master of the Beast God Pavilion."

"The Beast God Pavilion?!" Titan exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with bewilderment and astonishment.

Niu Gao, Bai He, and Yang Wudi also had their pupils shrink!

They had never heard of this name before!

But the terrifying lineup before them—a young man with an unfathomable aura, two super strong individuals at the Title Douluo level, and the aura emanating from the blonde woman that made their souls tremble—all demonstrated the terrifying nature of this force!
"I've come here for only one thing," Ling Han said, ignoring their shock, continuing in his cold, emotionless tone, each word like an ice pick striking:
"The Beast God Pavilion wants to recruit you."

"Strength, Defense, Agility, and Breakthrough: the Four Great Sects."

"Now, make your choice."

"Surrender, or..."

He paused, his gaze, like a cold blade, slowly sweeping across each horrified face below, finally settling on Yang Wudi's hand, which gripped the Soul-Breaking Spear tightly, his knuckles white. His voice suddenly took on a chilling quality, as if emanating from the deepest hell:

"Oh, by the way. Before you consider it, let me kindly offer a word of advice."

"Your 'Haotian Douluo' Tang Hao..." Ling Han's lips curled into a slightly wider, cruel smile, "A few days ago in the valley outside Holy Soul Village, one of his arms and one leg were crippled by our men."

(End of this chapter)