Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 70 Overpowering the Heavenly Dou Royal Family's Education Committee (Two chapters combined)

Ling Han's icy voice, like a final ultimatum, resounded through the deathly silent square with an unquestionable will: "Now... what 'dispute' do you have?"

The invisible pressure, like a towering iceberg, weighed heavily on the hearts of the three education commissioners.

Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin were ashen-faced, their foreheads were covered in cold sweat, and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Under the gaze of those icy blue eyes, and under the tangible pressure of those two titled Douluo, they felt their very souls tremble.

"Controversy"? This is not an inquiry, it's a countdown to death!
The three exchanged frantic glances, filled with fear, struggle, and a sliver of desire to survive.

Finally, Meng Shenji, as the chief education committee member, suppressed the fear that was about to burst out of his throat, took a deep breath, and took a small step forward with great difficulty.

He bent deeply, his head almost touching his chest, his voice dry and hoarse, trembling uncontrollably:
"Your...Your Majesty!"

"Lord Beast God Pavilion Master!" He dared not look up into Ling Han's eyes, his gaze only falling on the tips of Ling Han's boots.

"This...this place is crowded and noisy, I'm afraid...I'm afraid it will offend Your Majesty's ears."

"I don't know... I don't know if we could go to the Education Commission office to discuss this in detail?"

"Everything...everything will be given to Your Majesty in a satisfactory manner!" He used almost all his strength to finish speaking, and afterwards he felt his back was soaked with sweat.

The square remained deathly silent. All the teachers and students held their breath, their eyes fixed on the three figures in the air and the three education committee members who were as insignificant as dust.

They knew that the fate of the academy rested on the decision of this young master.

Ling Han's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, like a giant ice beast scrutinizing its prey, his gaze lingering on Meng Shenji for a full three breaths.

Just as Meng Shenji felt her legs go weak and she was about to collapse to her knees, Ling Han slowly spoke, his voice still calm, yet carrying an undeniable sense of control:
"lead the way."

The three men, Meng Shenji and his companions, felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and the tension in their hearts finally eased a little. As long as they could talk, there was still a glimmer of hope... no, a chance to barely survive!
"Yes Yes!"

"Your Majesty, please follow me!" Meng Shenji felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly stepped aside to lead the way, his posture extremely humble.

Bai Baoshan and Zhilin hurriedly followed, the three of them carefully leading the way, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Ling Han did not act immediately.

He hovered in the air, his gaze sweeping over the silent teachers and students below. Then, he did something that surprised everyone, including Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er.

He stretched out his hands and, very naturally, took the hands of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er beside him, one on each side.

Wang Dong'er's hands were soft and delicate, carrying the warmth unique to a Light Soul Master.

Wang Qiu'er's hands were slightly cool, and felt like the finest jade, firm and strong.

Two distinctly different soft hands were grasped by Ling Han's large, slightly icy hands.

Wang Dong'er was slightly taken aback, then her pink and blue butterfly wings trembled gently, and a faint blush rose on her pretty face. However, she did not break free, but instead subconsciously tightened her grip on Ling Han's hand, a sweet and slightly smug smile curving her lips.

A very subtle ripple flashed in Wang Qiu'er's golden dragon eyes. She merely turned her head slightly to glance at Ling Han, letting him hold her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

However, the icy dragon emperor aura emanating from her seemed to have softened slightly.

Ling Han led the two of them and slowly landed on the square.

His steps were composed, his black clothes fluttering even without wind, and his icy demeanor of controlling everything, combined with the way he held the hands of two stunning beauties, created a striking image.

It not only demonstrates supreme authority but also reveals a chilling possessiveness.

Wherever it passed, the paralyzed trainees were as if separated by an invisible force, crawling on the ground in terror, not even having the courage to look up.

Under the cautious guidance of the three education committee members, Ling Han led Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er into the education committee building, which symbolized the highest authority in the academy, and went straight to the spacious, luxurious, and thickly carpeted chief education committee office on the top floor.

The office is elegantly decorated, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the academy, and behind the rosewood desk is a chair representing the imperial authority in education.

But at this moment, the atmosphere here is so oppressive that it's hard to breathe.

Despite his fear, Meng Shenji bowed and pointed to the large, soft leather sofa in the center of the office, his voice still trembling: "Your... Your Majesty, gentlemen, please... please sit down."

Ling Han's gaze swept over the sofa, then looked at the two beauties beside him, his eyes flickering slightly.

He led the two of them to the sofa.

Then, he pulled Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er along, and sat down in the center of the sofa first.

Then, under the slightly surprised gazes of the three education committee members, as well as Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, he exerted a slight force with both arms and gently pulled—

Wang Dong'er let out a soft cry, her unexpected and charmingly naive expression as Ling Han led her to sit on his left lap.

Wang Qiu'er's body stiffened noticeably, a hint of surprise flashing in her golden dragon eyes, but her body seemed to be pulled by some force, obediently and somewhat stiffly sitting on Ling Han's right thigh.

In an instant, Ling Han was flanked by two stunning beauties and sat down on the large sofa.

Wang Dong'er sat sideways, her pink and blue butterfly wings unconsciously retracting and pressing against Ling Han's left arm, her exquisite waist slightly nestled in Ling Han's arm.

Wang Qiu'er sat relatively upright, but was still close to Ling Han's right arm, with a few strands of her golden hair falling onto Ling Han's shoulder.

Two peerless and terrifyingly powerful Title Douluos were held in Ling Han's arms like docile kittens, sitting on his lap!

After the two women were settled, Ling Han's hands naturally wrapped around their slender and supple waists.

Wang Dong'er's waist was slender and supple; even through the thin fabric, one could clearly feel its amazing flexibility and the gentle warmth unique to a young girl.

Wang Qiu'er's waist was also slender, yet it possessed an indescribable sense of strength and smooth lines, like a taut bowstring containing explosive power, with a cool and firm touch.

Ling Han's arms, which were wrapped around his waist, stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment the instant they touched that astonishing waistline.

The delicate touch and the warm, firm, and slightly cool sensation from my fingertips felt like an electric current coursing through my arm and straight to my heart.

A delicate yet distinctly different fragrance instantly entered his nostrils.

On the left is the fragrance emanating from Wang Dong'er, like a pure and warm flower blooming under the warm spring sun, glistening with dew, bringing peace to the mind.

On the right was Wang Qiu'er's unique scent, like a cold, clear spring from a snow-capped mountain peak mixed with pure sunlight, a cool fragrance carrying an indescribable, unique aura belonging to the dragon race. The two completely different yet intoxicating fragrances intertwined, lingering at Ling Han's nose, causing his heart to skip a beat beneath his icy, controlling exterior.

"So fine... even finer than I imagined..." A thought flashed uncontrollably through Ling Han's mind, but he forcibly suppressed it.

But the arms wrapped around their waists unconsciously tightened a little, as if trying to bring both softness and strength under their control.

He could even feel the delicate texture of their skin and the slight rise and fall of their breath through their clothes with his palm.

Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, who were being hugged, felt the impact even more strongly.

Wang Dong'er sat on Ling Han's strong thighs, and could feel the strength and power in his leg muscles through his clothes.

The warmth and undeniable strength from the large hands around her waist made her face flush instantly, like a ripe apple.

She could even clearly hear her own heart pounding like a drum.

At the same time, an extremely clear and cool fragrance, like the first melting of ancient ice, yet carrying an indescribable noble aura, emanated from Ling Han, domineeringly invading her sense of smell.

The aura was icy, yet strangely it gave her a sense of security, making her lean slightly closer to Ling Han's embrace, her butterfly wings gently folding like a little bird seeking shelter.

Wang Qiu'er's body was still somewhat stiff. She had never been so close to a man before, let alone been embraced so intimately.

The warmth emanating from Ling Han's thigh and the unique, cold, and profound aura emanating from him enveloped her like an invisible net.

This aura caused something deep within her, belonging to the Golden Dragon bloodline, to resonate subtly with and feel a sense of closeness to this aura containing powerful dragon might.
Her golden dragon eyes held complex and unfathomable emotions. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and in the end, she simply lowered her eyes slightly. Although her body remained tense, she tacitly acknowledged the presence of the arm around her waist.

That cool, refreshing fragrance seemed to soothe some restlessness deep within her blood, allowing her tense nerves to relax slightly.

The three education commissioners were completely dumbfounded by what they saw on the sofa—a truly "shocking" scene!
Two powerful Title Douluos, who were so strong that they were driven to despair, were being held on the lap of this young Beast God Pavilion Master like docile maids.
This posture...this relationship...this amount of information is too much and too terrifying!

Their awe and fear of Ling Han instantly soared to their peak!
This sect leader not only possesses unfathomable strength and background, but his methods and...quirks also far exceed their imagination!
The impact of this scene was even more suffocating and unbelievable to them than the oppressive aura they had just witnessed!
Just who exactly is this Lord of the Beast God Pavilion?!
His control over these two unparalleled experts was simply beyond comprehension!

An eerie and ambiguous silence fell over the office.

The only sounds were the faint rustling of Ling Han's fingers unconsciously caressing the delicate fabric around their waists, and the barely audible breathing of the three of them mingling together.

Meng Shenji felt like he was suffocating. He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze away from the horrifying scene. His voice was even drier than before, filled with humility and pleading:
"Your...Your Majesty..." He dared not look directly into Ling Han's eyes, his gaze only falling on the carpet beneath Ling Han's feet.

“We...we understand Your Majesty’s intentions, and...we are also well aware of the power of the Beast God Pavilion.”

"If the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy could come under Your Majesty's command, it would be a great honor, a true source of pride for our humble abode!"

Ling Han ignored his flattery. Holding the two warm and soft women in his arms, the initial stiffness and awkwardness in his arms gradually dissipated after feeling their body temperature and breath.

His icy blue eyes, like a frozen pool, were fixed on Meng Shenji's pale old face. His voice was calm, yet carried an invisible weight:
"explain."

"My time is precious."

Meng Shenji trembled, almost kneeling down. He quickly bowed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead: "Yes! Yes!"

"Lord Pavilion Master, please be clear!"

"You...you want to subdue...no, take over the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. This is...this is a blessing for the academy and a boon for the Empire's Soul Master education!"

"We have absolutely no objection!"

"But...but..." He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

"However... this Heaven Dou Royal Academy is nominally directly under the jurisdiction of the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family, with His Majesty Emperor Xue Ye personally serving as the honorary dean. Although the three of us are in charge of daily affairs, but... but the truly important matters concerning the academy's affiliation, personnel appointments, etc... must... must be approved by the royal family, especially... Prince Xue Xing and His Highness the Crown Prince... before they can make a decision!"

He barely managed to say those words, and afterwards he felt completely exhausted. Bai Baoshan and Zhilin also lowered their heads even further, their hearts filled with fear.

They're trying to shift the blame to the royal family, but there's nothing they can do about it!
Faced with the oppressive power of Ling Han and the two Title Douluos, their meager skills offered them absolutely no chance of maneuvering!
The only hope is that bringing in the royal family will make this Pavilion Master think twice.

Or at least don't take out all your anger on the three of them.

Ling Han listened quietly, his expression remaining unchanged.

The hands wrapped around Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er's waists unconsciously and gently caressed the delicate fabric.

He could feel Wang Dong'er's heartbeat quickening slightly due to nervousness, and he could also feel Wang Qiu'er's steady and powerful pulse.

"Royal approval?"

"Snow Star?"

"Avalanche?" Ling Han repeated, his voice devoid of emotion.

Meng Shenji and the other two nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice: "Yes! Yes!"

"Your Excellency, the Pavilion Master, are truly wise!"

"It's not that we're shirking responsibility, it's just that... the system limits our authority!"

"Without the royal warrant, the academy's roster, asset accounts... we... we have absolutely no right to hand them over!"

"We...we wouldn't dare to make decisions on our own!" They tried to use specific "authority" to increase their persuasiveness.

Ling Han's gaze slowly swept across the three faces, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at three corpses. The temperature in the office seemed to plummet to freezing point.

The three of them, including Meng Shenji, felt their blood freezing. A huge fear gripped their throats, making it difficult to even breathe.

They had no doubt that if this Pavilion Master had just given a single thought, the three of them, along with the entire academy, would instantly turn to ashes!
Just as Meng Shenji was about to collapse and kneel down to beg for mercy, Ling Han finally spoke again.

His voice remained calm, but every word seemed to be carved from millennia-old ice, carrying a chilling coldness that pierced to the bone and an unquestionable will:
"so…"

"You mean..."

"Shall I personally ask Emperor Xueye for it?"

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