Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 100 Bibi Dong's reaction, sending Qian Renxue to Ling Hanjin

"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!"
"Your Holiness, what's even more terrifying is her spirit ring configuration. I saw it with my own eyes, and her nine spirit rings are... black! black! black! black! black! black! black! black! red! red!"

"Seven black spirit rings! Two red spirit rings! A total of seven ten-thousand-year spirit rings and two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!"

"Seven black and two red soul rings, and a level 94 peak soul power at less than twenty years old?" Bibi Dong's fingers, which were touching her red lips, suddenly stopped, and for the first time, a clear shock appeared in her deep purple eyes.

Even as the Pope, with her vast knowledge and experience, she was still shaken by this revolutionary information! A Title Douluo at less than twenty years old was already a pipe dream!
What's more, this is a Title Douluo with seven black and two red spirit rings? This is simply divine!
Juhua Guan continued recounting his nightmarish experience, his voice filled with fear: "Her martial soul was the Goddess of Light Butterfly! That light attribute... was terrifyingly pure! Her divine power was as vast as the sea!"

"Although...although it can't compare to the supreme and powerful holiness of a six-winged angel, its power is definitely not far off! Its restraint on Old Ghost...is simply devastating!"

"My Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum... was also completely suppressed by her power of light purification! Our soul skills... were like child's play in front of her!"

“Level 94…fighting the two of you alone…and injuring you to such an extent?” Bibi Dong’s voice finally carried a hint of seriousness.

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Chrysanthemum said, "Moreover, the power of her soul skill far surpasses that of others of the same level! And her speed is astonishing!"

"Especially that red soul skill she unleashed... its power... I feel... is no weaker than the full-force attack of a level 97 peak Douluo!"

"If we hadn't brought up Your Holiness the Pope... I'm afraid... I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to come back!"

Ghostly added with difficulty, "Moreover... there was a blonde woman beside Ling Han! That woman... though she didn't make a move, just standing there quietly... her aura was as deep and boundless as the sea!"

"Unfathomable! Your subordinate... your subordinate doesn't even dare to sense it too much! But your intuition tells you... if we face that blonde woman... our defeat... will only be faster!"

Bibi Dong's purple eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest.

A blonde woman? Her strength surpasses Wang Dong'er's? Just how many monsters does this Beast God Pavilion harbor?

Juhua Guan continued, "And... that Linghan Pavilion Master... although his soul power fluctuations are restrained, according to my perception... his soul power strength... is at least comparable to a Soul King!"

"Moreover... his appearance... he looks like a boy of only eleven or twelve years old! Such a young age... such cultivation level... it's simply... simply a miracle!"

"In the end, he let us leave, asking us to pass on a message to the Pope..." Juhua Guan described Ling Han's cold warning word for word, especially the sentence: "For the sake of the kind Pope you all speak of... get out!"

He sent two of his subordinates... to deliver a message to you...

"This is the first and last time."

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

"Even if Bibi Dong comes in person... I, Ling Han, will show no mercy!"

When Juhua Guan finished repeating Ling Han's last words, which were filled with absolute domineering power and icy killing intent, the entire Papal Palace fell into a deathly silence.

After hearing all this, Bibi Dong fell into a long silence.

Her hand, which had been on her red lips, was now unconsciously, very slowly, with a heart-pounding rhythm, gently lifting the hem of her high-slit papal robe. This movement made her already breathtaking black-stockinged legs even more alluring in the dim light, the edge of her mysterious purple patterned panties faintly visible.

She ignored what Ling Han had told her and instead became curious about Ling Han's talent.

"An eleven or twelve-year-old... Soul King?"

This is beyond genius! This completely overturns the common sense of Soul Master cultivation!

"Could he be... a representative of some deity? Or... a reincarnation of a deity?" This thought rose uncontrollably in her mind.

Then, she thought of Wang Dong'er: "A level 94 peak at less than 20 years old... possessing seven 10,000-year and two 100,000-year soul rings... her combat power overwhelms two level 95 Super Douluos who have perfect teamwork... such talent."

"Although slightly inferior to Ling Han, it is still enough to shock the world! The future Limit Douluo... is almost a certainty!" A strong desire to win her over arose in her heart.

But then, an even greater question enveloped her: "Why has such a brilliant and talented person never made a name for herself on the mainland? Wang Dong'er... and that mysterious blonde woman... it's as if they appeared out of thin air!"

Her purple eyes gleamed with a complex and unfathomable light, a mixture of fear and shock.

Bibi Dong unconsciously drew circles on her thigh with her other hand, the delicate stockings making an extremely slight rustling sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall.

After a long while, she slowly lowered her hand, and the alluring skirt quietly slipped down, once again concealing her magnificent figure.

Her voice regained its papal authority and composure, but carried a hint of barely perceptible weariness:

"I understand. Although this operation failed, it did reveal some of the strength of the Beast God Pavilion."

"It's not that you two didn't do your best, it's just that the other side... is too strange and powerful. Go down and rest and recover. Without my orders, you must not provoke the Beast God Pavilion again in the near future."

"Thank you... thank you for your magnanimity, Your Holiness!" Kiku and Kiku felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They forced themselves to bow and take their leave, supporting each other as they struggled to leave the Papal Palace. The palace doors closed, the heavy sound echoing in the empty hall.

Bibi Dong sat alone on the high papal throne, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrests once more, her purple eyes gleaming with a deep light.

She gazed at the magnificent reliefs on the palace ceiling, as if she were looking through the void towards the distant Tiandou City.

“Ling Han… Wang Dong’er… the blonde woman…”

"Seven 10,000-year-olds... two 100,000-year-olds... the combat power of a Super Douluo under 20 years old..."

"An eleven or twelve-year-old Soul King..."

"And that unfathomable blonde woman..."

"It seems... we even need that woman (Qian Renxue) to get to know her better..."

"Or...I myself..." This thought, with a hint of dangerous temptation, lingered in her mind.

(End of this chapter)