Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 27 The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire (Please subscribe...please give rewards...monthly tickets...recommendation tickets...)
Under the dual impact of the blood-red spirit rings of three Super Douluo and Ling Han's cruel prophecy, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Ling Han took in Dugu Bo's reaction, his voice softening, yet carrying an even stronger penetrating power and allure:

"Submit to me, Dugu Bo."

"Submit, and I can cure your poison."

"A backlash that penetrates to the bone marrow?"

"In my eyes, it's nothing more than a minor ailment like scabies."

"Moreover, as long as you submit, I can also cure the poison of your granddaughter, Dugu Yan."

"It can not only solve the problem, but also completely eliminate the hidden dangers, allowing her to live a carefree life and enjoy the long life and promising future she deserves."

Ling Han glanced down at Dugu Bo on the ground, his aura as the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor carrying a hint of pity, yet utterly ruthless:
"You can be indifferent to your own life and death."

"You, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, have been arrogant your entire life, perhaps you've long since disregarded life and death. But..."

Ling Han's voice suddenly became more forceful, like a heavy hammer striking:

Don't you care about your only granddaughter?

"Can you bear to watch her beautiful life, like a blooming flower, be slowly devoured by deadly poison before your very eyes, ultimately withering away in endless agony?"

"Can you bear to let her follow the same path you've taken, one where you'll suffer a lifetime of torment from poisoning?"

"Even... leaving this world before you?!"

"Dugu Bo!"

Ling Han's voice was like a final judgment, "I'm not giving you much time. Think it over carefully, think about Dugu Yan!"

"Think about the day you, an old person with white hair, bury your black-haired child!"

"That will be a pain and regret you will never be able to bear for the rest of your life!"

"Now, an opportunity to save her and to save yourself is right in front of you!"

"Submit to me, hand over the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, and in exchange for your and your granddaughter's rebirth!"

Ling Han's words, like the sharpest icicle, precisely pierced the strongest fortress in Dugu Bo's heart—his love and fear for his granddaughter.

The future he depicted was too cruel, yet incredibly real; it was the nightmare that Dugu Bo dared not face deep in his heart!
Dugu Bo's body froze completely. In his emerald green snake eyes, struggle, humiliation, resentment, anger... all sorts of emotions surged wildly, but in the end, they were all overwhelmed by the enormous fear and despair for his granddaughter's future.

Why is he guarding the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire?
Isn't it all about finding a possible way to heal yourself and Yanyan?

Now, a mysterious and enigmatic young man, who has three Super Douluo loyal to him and can divulge all secrets, has made a clear promise... albeit a humiliating one.

But... the promises of the "young master" who can make three super Douluo follow him so wholeheartedly are far more reliable than his own efforts to figure it out on his own!
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and resignation, like an icy tide, completely overwhelmed Dugu Bo.

His prized poison skills and the dignity of a Title Douluo appeared so pale and laughable in the face of this absolute power and the opponent's precise exploitation of his weaknesses.

"……you……"

Dugu Bo's voice was as dry as sandpaper, each word seemingly exhausting all his strength. He struggled to raise his head, his gaze passing over the three chilling blood-red soul rings, staring intently at Ling Han.

"You...can you really...save Yanyan?"

This was his last and only obsession.

Ling Han looked at the last glimmer of light in Dugu Bo's eyes and knew that he had collapsed.

He released his arms from Xue Qinglan, took a step forward, and his aura as the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor carried an undeniable majesty:
"If I say it's possible, then it's possible."

"Now, make your choice."

"Submit, or be buried with your pride and your granddaughter's despair."

“…Dugu Bo…” Poison Douluo’s voice was hoarse and low, carrying obvious fatigue and the final choice.

"...I am willing to submit to...the young master's command...and obey...his orders..."

"The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire... is yours..."

He swayed, but managed to stay upright and not collapse completely. His breath was weak, and his torn clothes revealed some minor cuts and condensed blood ice. He was weaker from excessive consumption of his soul power and the huge mental shock.

The arrogance that belonged to "Poison Douluo" was forcibly suppressed, but deep in his eyes, there was still a trace of fear and a sense of bewilderment about the future.

Ling Han looked at him with calm and unwavering eyes, as if subduing a Title Douluo was just one step in his plan.

He nodded slightly, his voice indifferent yet carrying a declarative tone:
"very good."

"Then, Dugu Bo,"

"Welcome to join us."

The "welcome" was just a routine formality.

Ling Han's gaze then swept over the churning, multicolored poisonous miasma at the valley entrance, his tone calm yet undeniable:

"Alright, now that we're on the same side."

"Clear away this unsightly miasma."

The command is concise; it serves both as a test and a declaration of sovereignty.

Dugu Bo's body convulsed violently.

Clearing away the poisonous miasma? This was originally his greatest barrier to protect this place and keep enemies out, but now it has become an "eyesore" that needs to be cleared away.

A profound sense of humiliation surged through him again, almost suffocating him.

But when he thought of Ling Han's promise to "save Yan Yan," and the three Super Douluo standing silently, radiating terrifying pressure...

He took a deep breath and forcibly mobilized his soul power. In his emerald green snake eyes, humiliation, resentment, and pain intertwined, eventually transforming into a resolute acceptance of his fate.

He took a deep breath, enduring the tearing pain in his chest and abdomen, and forcibly mobilized the last of his soul power.

"hiss--"

A low hiss came from deep in his throat, tinged with suppressed pain.

The phantom of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King struggled to coalesce behind him. Although it was far less solid than before and even appeared somewhat illusory and dim, the primordial aura belonging to the Poison Douluo was still formidable.

He stretched out his trembling hand, stained with blood and ice, fingers spread, aiming at the surging, multicolored clouds at the valley entrance.

"Disperse!"

With a low shout, he activated his soul power.

The surging, seven-colored poisonous miasma seemed to be seized by an invisible hand, and suddenly stopped!

Then, like the receding tide, it collapsed and contracted wildly inward!
The seven-colored light condensed into a condensed poisonous rainbow, which rolled back and disappeared into Dugu Bo's open palm!
The valley entrance suddenly opened up!
A strange aura, a blend of warmth and extreme cold, and an overwhelming, suffocating surge of primordial energy from heaven and earth!

The valley reveals a scene: strange springs of red and blue swirling and merging like a tai chi symbol, enveloped in a magnificent and mysterious halo.

Countless rare herbs sway gracefully amidst the rich primordial energy, their radiance shifting—the eye of ice and fire, a treasure trove of heaven and earth!

Dugu Bo groaned, his face paling even more. Forcibly suppressing the poisonous miasma had taken a toll on him, but his injuries were not too serious. However, his internal energy was churning, and his mental energy was greatly depleted.

Ling Han's gaze swept over the revealed treasure land, and a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction finally flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)