Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 96 Ling Han Wants to Be the Secret Chamber Douluo

"Wait! Your Excellency Wang Dong'er!"

"Sect Master Ling!" Ju Huaguan, enduring the excruciating pain and dizziness from the backlash of his soul power, slowly rose from the ground, his voice hoarse as he called out, his tone more urgent than ever before and with a hint of...pleading, "It's a misunderstanding!"

"It's all a misunderstanding!"

Despite his injuries, Ghostly walked toward Chrysanthemum Pass, who was about to collapse, and added in his hoarse voice, which sounded like a broken bellows, "We...we came here on the orders of His Holiness the Pope, not...not to spy on the secrets of the Beast God Pavilion!"

Even he felt guilty saying those words, but at this moment, saving his life was the priority.

Juhua Guan quickly followed, trying to make his tone sound sincere: "Your Holiness the Pope... Your Holiness is worried!"

"I'm worried that all the titled Douluo lords of the Beast God Pavilion will be out in force, leaving the pavilion empty!"

"There is a risk that unscrupulous forces may take advantage of the situation and harm your establishment!"

"That's why...that's why they sent the two of us, ostensibly to investigate, but actually to keep watch in secret, in case of any unforeseen circumstances!"

“It was His Holiness the Pope… with good intentions!” He practically gritted his teeth as he said the word “good intentions.”

High up, in Wang Qiu'er's arms.

Upon hearing this shameless statement, a cold sneer flashed in Ling Han's icy blue eyes.

He gently patted Wang Qiu'er's hand that was wrapped around his waist, signaling her to lower her head so that her voice could carry clearly.

"Oh?" Ling Han's voice, tinged with amusement, echoed clearly above the ravaged battlefield below.

"Pope Bibi Dong...when did you become so concerned about the safety of my Beast God Pavilion?"

"I'm truly... flattered!"

His gaze swept over the disheveled and terrified Ju Gui below, and his tone suddenly turned cold, filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Ju Douluo, this Pavilion Master really... cannot accept your 'kindness'."

(Ling Han's inner monologue: "Bibi Dong... was indeed a stunning beauty in the original work, but unfortunately she was ruined by that beast Qian Xunji, and she still has that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang in her heart.")
("According to the timeline, she's been undergoing the Rakshasa God's test for several years now, hasn't she? I wonder how much of her already limited sanity remains after that divine power filled with resentment and destruction? Would a madwoman twisted by hatred and the divine test really be kind enough to send someone to protect my territory? What a joke!")
He stopped looking at the two people and instead turned his head slightly to look at Wang Dong'er beside him, whose face was slightly flushed from the consumption of soul power but whose fighting spirit was still high.

He extended the hand that wasn't being held by Wang Qiu'er and naturally grasped Wang Dong'er's soft little hand, their fingers interlocking.

This affectionate gesture was both a reassurance and affirmation of Wang Dong'er, and a powerful declaration to the outside world—his people are not to be bullied.

Ling Han held Wang Dong'er's hand, his gaze like two icy spikes, once again fixed on the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo below, whose expression was shifting. His voice was not loud, but it contained an undeniable authority and a chilling killing intent:
"For the sake of that 'well-intentioned' pope you all speak of..."

"roll."

"Take my exact words back to Bibi Dong, word for word—"

"This is the first time, and also the last."

"If there's a next time, no matter who comes..."

Ling Han's lips curled into a cold and dangerous smile, like a dragon eyeing its prey: "Next time, even if Bibi Dong comes in person..."

"I, Ling Han, will never... show mercy!"

The last few words, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, carrying a biting coldness and absolute confidence, slammed into the hearts of Gui Mei and Yue Guan!

They had no doubt about the truthfulness of Ling Han's words! This mysterious pavilion master definitely had the confidence and strength to say such things!

Especially the blonde woman (Wang Qiu'er) who was holding him and whose aura was unfathomable, and Wang Dong'er who had just beaten them to a pulp!
(Ling Han's inner monologue: The Secret Chamber Douluo? Ha... If Bibi Dong really dares to foolishly run into my hands... why can't I, Ling Han, be that Secret Chamber Douluo for once?)
The thought, carrying a hint of cold possessiveness and domineering desire to control everything, flashed through his mind.

"Yes...yes! Thank you for your magnanimity, Pavilion Master Ling!"

"We... take our leave!" Ghost and Chrysanthemum Pass felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and dared not linger for even a moment.
Even ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he forcefully activated the little soul power he had left, transforming into two crooked and disheveled streaks of light, and fled desperately towards the Spirit Hall without looking back, at a speed as if a prehistoric beast was chasing him!
They just wanted to escape this terrifying place as soon as possible, and get away from that young pavilion master who made their souls tremble!

Watching the two hastily fleeing figures disappear into the distant horizon, Wang Dong'er's tense body finally relaxed slightly. Leaning against Ling Han's side, she whispered, "Husband, are we just going to let them go like that?"

Ling Han withdrew his gaze, his icy blue eyes regaining some warmth. He squeezed her small hand and said, "They're just two small fry. Killing them would be pointless and would only cause a complete breakdown in relations."

“Those old guys like Qian Daoliu are still around, so now is not the best time to start a full-scale war with the Spirit Hall.”

"It would be more effective to have them go back and give Bibi Dong a 'message'." He paused, looking at Wang Dong'er's slightly tired face. "You did a great job, Dong'er, thank you for your hard work."

Wang Qiu'er nodded slightly, her cool voice carrying approval: "Well played."

Upon receiving the praise, Wang Dong'er beamed with joy, as if all her previous fatigue had vanished, and she affectionately nuzzled Ling Han's shoulder.

In the distance, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, who had witnessed all of this, were so shocked that words could not describe their feelings.

They not only witnessed Wang Dong'er's terrifying strength in severely injuring Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo by fighting two opponents alone, but also heard Ling Han's resounding warning, which was almost like a declaration of war against Pope Bibi Dong!

Above the Beast God Pavilion.

Ling Han held Wang Dong'er's hand, and Wang Qiu'er still held him firmly in her arms. The three of them floated in the air, their posture both intimate and powerful.

In the distance, two figures, no longer hesitating, transformed into streaks of light and swiftly approached. They were none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Pavilion Master Ling!" Ning Fengzhi's gentle voice came even before he arrived, his face showing just the right amount of amazement and a hint of barely perceptible respect.

He stopped a short distance away and nodded slightly to Chen Xin in greeting.

"Watching the battle from afar just now was truly... breathtaking! The power of the experts under Pavilion Master Ling's command has broadened my horizons considerably!"

"To fight two against one and severely injure the two elders of the Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, such a feat is enough to shake the continent!" His words were both a compliment to Ling Han, the Pavilion Master, on his ability to manage his subordinates, and a testament to the terrifying strength displayed by the Beast God Pavilion.

After all, he had just recently sent his daughter Ning Rongrong to the Beast God Pavilion to become Ling Han's disciple.

(End of this chapter)