Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 99 Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo Arrives at the Spirit Hall
"Within a week, I want to see two brand-new 'Beast God Branch Pavilions' rise from the ground, large enough to accommodate the core members of the four sects!"

"The scale and grandeur must not be too much weaker than the main pavilion! Use the best materials, money is not a problem! If there are any obstacles... you know what to do."

"Yes, young master!!" Niu Gao's voice was full of excitement and enthusiasm. "Leave it to me! Seven days! I guarantee the mission will be completed! Let those newbies see the grandeur of our Beast God Pavilion!" The sound of footsteps rumbled away, clearly Niu Gao had already gone to mobilize manpower.

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Wuhun City, outside the Pope's Palace.

Two staggering, disheveled figures, dragging their heavily injured bodies, finally arrived at the Pope's Palace, which symbolized the supreme authority of the Spirit Hall.

It was Ghost Douluo Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo Chrysanthemum Pass.

At this moment, where was even a trace of the majesty of a Super Douluo?
The shadows surrounding the ghost were so thin they were almost transparent, as if they might dissipate at any moment. Wisps of black energy escaped uncontrollably from beneath his tattered black cloak, like dying smoke.

With each step he took, his body trembled slightly, and the jawline exposed under his hood was taut, clearly indicating that he was enduring immense pain.

The martial spirit essence scorched by the holy light, like a persistent carbuncle, continued to erode his power.

Chrysanthemum Pass was in an even more miserable state. His prized Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum Martial Soul had dimmed, and one could even vaguely see charred cracks on the petals.

His magnificent chrysanthemum-patterned robe was torn in many places, stained with dust and dried blood. His face was as pale as paper, with traces of blood still visible at the corners of his mouth. He was so weak that he needed the occasional support of a ghost to stand.

Both of them exuded a sense of exhaustion from the intense consumption of their soul power, as well as a faint aura left after the divine purification that made the Spirit Hall's soul masters instinctively uncomfortable.

The Templar Knights guarding the Papal Palace were frozen in place as if petrified when they saw these two elders, who were usually high and mighty and symbolized the peak of the Spirit Hall's martial power, in such a state!

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly agape, and his face was filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, and...fear!
"Oh my god! What did I just see?!"

"Elder Gui and Elder Ju?! They...their soul power is at level ninety-five, Super Douluo!"

"Super Douluo is a top-tier existence on the Douluo Continent!"

"I never imagined he was injured so badly?!"

"And judging from these injuries, it's clear they've been through a fierce and brutal battle!"

"But how is that possible?! Who on the mainland could severely injure both of them at the same time?"

"Could it be that the Sword Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has joined forces? Or has the Haotian Douluo reappeared?"

"Could it be the newly formed Beast God Pavilion? Are they really as strong as the rumors suggest?"

"And... they possess the Martial Soul Fusion Skill 'Bipolar Stillness Domain'! Can't even that stop the enemy?"

But none of the guards dared to step forward and ask questions, or even show too much emotion.

They simply straightened their bodies instinctively, lowered their heads deeply, and used silence to conceal the turmoil in their hearts.

Even when severely injured, the majesty of a level 95 Title Douluo is something they cannot directly confront.

The oppressive atmosphere and the gloom of defeat emanating from the two elders made them even more careful with their breathing.

Ghost and Moon Gate completely ignored the guards' reactions. At this moment, shame, anger, and deep-seated fear had already overwhelmed everything else.

They just wanted to report back as soon as possible and then find a place to heal their wounds.

Supporting each other, the two staggered along with an almost numb urgency, and pushed open the heavy, magnificent doors of the Papal Palace.

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Inside the Papal Palace!

Light streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The main hall was spacious and solemn, filled with a faint fragrance and an invisible sense of oppression.

On the papal throne, Bibidon leaned against the armrest, closing her eyes to rest.

Her posture was languid and alluring. A well-tailored, luxurious papal robe perfectly accentuated her breathtakingly curvaceous figure.

Her full, proud breasts stretched out breathtakingly under her long robe, and her slender waist extended downwards, creating a stunningly perky, rounded curve.

Two long, straight legs, encased in delicate black stockings, were elegantly crossed, extending from the side of the high slit in the robe, gleaming alluringly in the light and shadow.

The edge of the slit revealed a glimpse of mysterious purple, adorned with delicate patterns. Like a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful woman, it sparked endless imagination, yet the long robe perfectly concealed most of the view, adding a fatal allure of feigned reluctance.

She casually rested one of her jade-like hands on her flawless profile, her long eyelashes casting shadows in the light, while her other hand rested casually on her thigh.

Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the smooth fabric of the stockings, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she was lost in thought, exuding a contradictory charm that was both in control and languidly sexy.

The silence was broken by the sound of the palace doors being pushed open. Bibi Dong did not open her eyes immediately, but the fingertips that were supporting her chin twitched almost imperceptibly.

Her red lips parted slightly, carrying a hint of languor and an all-encompassing indifference, her voice like pearls falling onto a jade plate:
"Elder Ju, Elder Gui, how is the situation? Have you ascertained the true nature of the Beast God Pavilion?"

"Your Holiness!" Chrysanthemum Pass and Ghostly Phantom knelt down almost simultaneously, their heads bowed low, their voices filled with fear, shame, and barely concealed weakness.

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate is incompetent!" Juhua Guan's voice was hoarse and trembling.

"The Beast God Pavilion... is unfathomable! Old Ghost and I suffered a crushing defeat."

Bibi Dong finally slowly opened her deep, abyss-like purple eyes, which carried a hint of eerie charm, and her gaze fell on the two people kneeling below.

When she clearly saw the Yin energy emanating from the ghost, severely scorched by the light attribute, the withered, curled, and cracked phantom of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum martial spirit at Juhua Pass, and the undisguised dejection, fear, and dishevelment on the faces of the two people...

The languidness in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes, which were capable of captivating all beings, vanished instantly, replaced by an extreme sharpness and... disbelief!
Despite the burning pain from his martial soul's origin, Ghostly said hoarsely, "Your Holiness... I was discovered as soon as Chrysanthemum Pass and I got close! The one who intercepted us... was a woman named Wang Dong'er who was by Ling Han's side!"

"Wang Dong'er?" Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly as she repeated the name, her slender fingers unconsciously rubbing her lips gently.

"Yes! This woman...this woman looks...definitely no more than twenty years old!" Chrysanthemum Pavilion's voice was filled with disbelief and lingering fear.

"But her soul power... her soul power level is the peak of level ninety-four! And her combat power... is simply... simply unbelievable! Even when my subordinate and Old Ju joined forces... we were... we were completely no match for her!"

(End of this chapter)