Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 97 Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin's wariness

"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.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin nodded slightly, his sharp gaze lingering on Wang Dong'er for a moment, filled with undisguised amazement: "The battle just now was truly astonishing."

"This young girl is so young, yet she was able to fight against the two elders of the Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, and severely injure them, forcing them to retreat... Such strength and such a spirit ring configuration are unprecedented in my life." His evaluation was extremely high, and it was a genuine shock from the bottom of his heart.

Ling Han was still held firmly in Wang Qiu'er's arms, her posture languid yet exuding an invisible pressure.

He nodded slightly to Ning Fengzhi in return, saying, "Sect Master Ning, Senior Sword Douluo, you flatter me. You're just a few clowns disturbing the peace." He did not let go of Wang Dong'er's hand.

Ning Fengzhi then looked at Wang Dong'er, his smile becoming even gentler: "This young lady... truly is a woman who is just as capable as any man!"

"That power of light just now was sacred, vast, and incredibly powerful, leaving me in awe! May I ask how you are called, young lady?" He had only met Wang Dong'er once before at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and at that time his attention was mainly on Ling Han, so he did not delve into her identity.

Ling Han exerted a little force with his arm, pulling Wang Dong'er closer to his side, and declared clearly in his voice: "Wang Dong'er, my wife."

Ning Fengzhi immediately showed an expression of realization, and his attitude became even more respectful. He cupped his hands again and said, "So you are Pavilion Master Ling's wife! My apologies for not recognizing you!"

"Madam Wang's strength is extraordinary, and she and Pavilion Master Ling are truly a match made in heaven!" His heart was surging with emotion. Such a young Title Douluo, possessing a heaven-defying soul ring, was actually Ling Han's wife!

The waters of the Beast God Pavilion run deeper than I imagined!
Wang Dong'er blushed even more when Ning Fengzhi addressed her as "Madam," but she was secretly delighted and returned the greeting gracefully: "Sect Leader Ning, you are too kind."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ning Fengzhi finally asked one of the questions he was most concerned about during this trip: "Pavilion Master Ling, I wonder if my daughter Rongrong is doing well at your esteemed residence?"

"This child has been spoiled since childhood and has a somewhat arrogant personality. I wonder if he is obedient and diligent in his cultivation under the sect leader's tutelage?"

"If there is any misbehavior, please discipline him strictly, Lord Ning. I will not hesitate to do so." His tone carried a hint of fatherly concern.

Ling Han said calmly, "Rongrong is very intelligent and obedient here. She is also quite diligent in her cultivation. Sect Master Ning can rest assured that since I have taken her as my disciple, I will teach her everything I know."

He didn't offer much praise, but this understated affirmation actually put Ning Fengzhi at ease, and his smile widened.

"I am deeply grateful for Pavilion Master Ling's words!" Ning Fengzhi bowed deeply, a weight lifted from his heart. Judging from Ling Han's attitude, Rongrong should be alright, and receiving personal instruction from this mysterious expert might not be a bad thing for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the long run.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Ning Fengzhi tactfully took his leave: "I'm sorry to have bothered you today, Pavilion Master Ling, Madam Wang, and this... Madam (he looked at Wang Qiu'er).

"We won't disturb the Pavilion Master and Madam any longer. Uncle Jian and I will take our leave now!" Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands again, and together with Chen Xin, they transformed into streams of light and flew towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Sect Leader Ning, please take care." Ling Han replied calmly.

On the way back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi's smile gradually faded, replaced by deep solemnity and a hint of lingering fear: "Uncle Jian, what do you think?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin remained silent for a moment, his eyes surging with sword intent, and said in a deep voice, "That Wang Dong'er... is very strong! Extremely strong!" "Her spirit ring configuration defies common sense, seven black and two red... this is absolutely beyond human capability!"

"Her martial soul, the Goddess of Light Butterfly, has brought the attributes of holy light to their extreme, making it almost devastating against ghosts and demons. Her eighth soul skill, Holy Radiance... its power is close to the full-force attack of a level 98 Super Douluo!"

"If I were to face Chrysanthemum and Ghost, even if I could win, I would have absolutely no chance of overwhelming them and defeating them so quickly! Her soul power may seem to be only level 94, but her true combat strength... is probably close to the peak of level 97!"

Ning Fengzhi gasped: "Her soul power is close to the peak of level ninety-seven?! How old is she?"

"How... how exactly did the Beast God Pavilion cultivate such monsters? And that blonde woman (Wang Qiu'er) holding Ling Han... her aura is even more unfathomable!"

"I felt suffocated in her presence, as if I were facing a towering mountain!" Only now did he truly understand the terrifying power of the Beast God Pavilion.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin nodded slowly: "Ling Han is an unfathomable person. Everyone around him should not be underestimated."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and nodded slowly, his eyes filled with even deeper worry: "Uncle Jian is absolutely right. What's even more frightening is that she is only one of Ling Han's wives!"

"The blonde woman (Wang Qiu'er) who is holding Ling Han has an even more unfathomable aura than Wang Dong'er... Uncle Jian, are you confident?" he asked cautiously.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head and uttering two words: "...No." This answer made Ning Fengzhi's heart sink completely.

One of the two pillars upon which the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School relies for survival is not even confident against a single member of the Beast God Pavilion?

“It seems that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School… must redefine its relationship with the Beast God Pavilion.” The two exchanged a glance, both seeing an unprecedented level of seriousness in each other’s eyes.

"Upon returning, restrain your sect disciples and ensure they never clash with the Beast God Pavilion!"

“Rongrong…is perhaps the most important link between us and the Beast God Pavilion.” Ning Fengzhi’s voice carried an unprecedented decisiveness.

……

On the other side, on the wide road leading to Tiandou City.

Four massive teams, like four surging rivers, are marching mightily toward the same goal.

At the very front, Long Chen rode on the back of a huge diamond mammoth (Hu Yanzhen personally served as the mount to show his submission), his long crimson hair flying in the wind, full of vigor.

Behind him was the massive army of the Elephant Armor Sect, all burly men, their martial spirits imbued with power, making them like mobile fortresses, their steps heavy and their aura imposing.

On the left, Qi Xue flew low on her sword, her aura as cool as the moon. Behind her were the Fire Leopard Sect members, their auras restrained and filled with awe. Sect Master Huo Yan was pale, with bandages wrapped around his chest, clearly still recovering from his injuries.

On the right, Ji Juechen walked silently, each step seemingly measuring the earth. His ancient longsword hung at his waist. The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect followed behind him, their spirits dampened, but their eyes were filled with complex emotions as they looked at the lone figure in front of them.

Feng Bailong followed closely beside Ji Juechen, his expression respectful.

(End of this chapter)