Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 66 combines two chapters: Dragon's True Form vs. Goddess Butterfly's True Form plus Sword Soul True Form
That one glance instantly ignited Long Chen's long-suppressed fighting spirit!
His crimson eyes flashed with a scorching light, and he took a sudden step forward, his voice booming: "Young Master!"

"Dong'er is right!"

"Just burying yourself in training won't cut it; real combat is the fastest way to sharpen your skills!"

"I'm really itching to practice, so I'll give them a go!"

"Young Master, rest assured, I, Old Dragon, know my limits. I will stop short of harming these two promising talents!"

"Let them see what a true peak Douluo is like!" Long Chen patted his chest, his fighting spirit burning fiercely, and his scorching aura raised the temperature in the hall.

Wang Dong'er's eyes lit up even more, and she immediately chimed in, "Uncle Long is right!"

"Young Master, let's have a fight!"

"I'd like to get familiar with the new power!" Ji Juechen didn't speak, but his straight back and the rising sword intent in his eyes also expressed his desire.

Being able to fight against the Crimson Flame Holy Dragon at its peak level of 97 is an excellent opportunity to test one's own limits!

Ling Han's icy blue eyes swept across the three faces. After a moment's thought, he finally nodded: "Very well."

"Long Chen, remember your words: focus on sparring, aiming to help him stabilize his strength and familiarize himself with the combination of soul skills."

“If it’s too much…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but his calm gaze sent a chill down Long Chen’s spine.

"Don't worry, young master!"

"I, Old Dragon, know!" Long Chen was overjoyed.

"Thank you for your help, young master!"

"Thank you for your guidance, Hall Master Long!" Wang Dong'er and Ji Juechen said in unison.

The commotion immediately attracted attention.

The booming voice of Niu Gao, the leader of the Imperial Armor Hall, could be heard from afar: "Yo ho!"

"Old Long, do you want to stretch your muscles? With Dong'er and Juechen?"

"Haha, I, Old Rhino, can't miss this excitement!" After all, a battle between Super Douluo isn't something you can just see whenever you want.

Immediately afterward, Yang Wudi of Pofeng Hall also appeared silently at the entrance of the hall, standing with his arms crossed, his eyes gleaming, clearly very interested in this contest.

"Haha, Hall Master Niu, Vice Hall Master Yang, you've come at the perfect time!"

"Be a referee for me, Old Dragon!" Long Chen laughed loudly, and couldn't wait to turn around and stride towards the wide and sturdy training ground outside the hall.

Wang Dong'er and Ji Juechen followed closely behind, their fighting spirit high.

After a moment's thought, Niu Gao and Yang Wudi immediately followed.

The hall became much quieter instantly.

Ling Han sat on the high ice throne, his view blocked by the palace gate and the empty space in front of him, and he could only hear the faint noise coming from outside.

He frowned slightly and leaned forward unconsciously, as if trying to see more clearly.

Wang Qiu'er, who had been standing quietly beside him like a golden statue, keenly noticed his little movement.

The golden dragon eyes looked up at the height of the throne, then at Ling Han's exceptionally slender figure on the enormous throne.

She stepped forward almost without hesitation, her voice clear and melodious, yet tinged with barely perceptible concern: "Young Master, sitting here is too far away; you can't see anything."

Before Ling Han could react, Wang Qiu'er had already stretched out her arms, her movements natural yet carrying an undeniable strength. One hand went under his knees, and the other wrapped around his back, steadily lifting him from the wide throne... in her arms.

“Qiu…Qiu’er!” A rare look of surprise and panic flashed in Ling Han’s icy blue eyes.

His body was suddenly suspended in mid-air, enveloped by a warm and powerful force. His back was pressed against Wang Qiu'er's sturdy yet surprisingly elastic breastplate, and the unique, faint fragrance of her body, a mixture of sunlight and dragon scent, lingered around his nose.

His fair ear tips instantly flushed a thin layer of red, and his body stiffened instinctively for a moment.

Although he knew Wang Qiu'er meant well, this sudden and overly intimate contact stirred ripples in his usually calm heart.

Wang Qiu'er seemed oblivious to the subtle changes in the person in her arms, or perhaps she took it for granted.

She adjusted her posture, holding Ling Han more securely so that he could clearly see the entire training ground through the palace gate.

Her arms were steady and strong, and her bright golden eyes were fixed straight ahead. However, the arm around Ling Han tightened slightly, as if to confirm his safety.

“You can see it more clearly this way.” Her voice remained calm, but if you listened carefully, it seemed a little softer than usual.

Xue Qinglan's cold gaze swept over this scene, her face showing no reaction, she simply turned her head silently towards the outside of the hall.

Qi Xue, wanting to avoid the sight, turned to look at the martial arts arena. Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, widened her eyes, looking at her master being held, then at Qiu'er, who was holding her master. She seemed to be thinking about something in her little head, and finally followed along happily.

Holding the slightly stiff Ling Han, Wang Qiu'er flashed and appeared in the best viewing position outside the hall.

Xue Qinglan, Qi Xue, Ning Rongrong, and Yingyue also stood still.

……

In the center of the training ground.

Long Chen stood like a mountain, his crimson soul power flowing across his body like magma, radiating terrifying heat. He unleashed the full pressure of a level 97 peak cultivator, distorting the air and causing the ground to seem to sink slightly.

He grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth: "Dong'er, you two, Juechen, stop hiding yourselves. Show me all the good stuff you've scooped up in Xingdou!"

"Let me, Old Dragon, broaden my horizons!"

"Don't worry, I won't bully you." With that, Long Chen suppressed his soul power to level 95, but the pressure from his terrifying foundation at the peak of level 97 was still suffocating.

He grinned, his crimson eyes sweeping over Wang Dong'er, whose fighting spirit was rising, and Ji Juechen, whose aura was as sharp as a sword. His voice boomed like thunder:
"All right!"

"Let me, Old Dragon, see just how good this Title Douluo who has obtained two 100,000-year spirit rings really is!"

"Stop holding back, let's get serious!" "Activate your Martial Soul True Body!"

Before he finished speaking, the fighting spirit in Long Chen's eyes erupted like a volcano!
The deep, abyss-like black light of the seventh spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly shone brightly, like a black hole that devoured everything!

"The seventh soul skill!"

"The True Form of the Crimson Flame Holy Dragon!"

boom--! ! !
An indescribable, terrifying soul force surged into the sky!

The air was instantly ignited and distorted!
A giant dragon, over a hundred meters long, covered in thick, crimson-gold scales and burning with fiery crimson-gold flames that seemed to scorch the heavens and boil the seas, replaced Long Chen's figure and crashed onto the training ground!
The oppressive feeling emanating from that massive body made the entire training ground seem to sink a bit!
The scorching heatwave swept in all directions, and the ground groaned under the weight!
The level 95 soul power fluctuations spread like a raging tide. Although it was deliberately suppressed, its inherent ferocity and destruction still made the spectators tremble with fear!
"Uncle Long, this is exactly what I wanted!" Wang Dong'er shouted, facing the giant fire dragon that was as big as a mountain, her eyes showed no fear, only a burning fighting spirit!

The seventh spirit ring beneath his feet shone with an equally deep black light, unleashing its power—"Seventh Spirit Skill!"

"The true form of the Goddess of Light Butterfly!"

Om-!
Pure and vast holy light shot into the sky, instantly dispelling some of the scorching heat!

A gigantic phantom of a goddess of light, with a wingspan of nearly forty meters, composed entirely of the purest holy light and radiating an aura of holiness, majesty, and purification, enveloped Wang Dong'er's figure!
The sacred radiance and the fiery red flames stood in stark contrast, illuminating half the sky!
The nine spirit rings beneath her feet shimmered with yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, and red light. In particular, the last two blood-red 100,000-year spirit rings emitted a heart-palpitating aura!
Ji Juechen's response was the most direct!
An ultimate sword intent that could tear apart the heavens and shatter all things suddenly erupted!

The seventh spirit ring beneath his feet glowed with a deep black light, signaling "Seventh Spirit Skill!"

"Sword Soul True Form!"

He seemed to have become one with the ancient longsword in his hand!
A massive, dark golden sword aura, nearly fifty meters long, condensed to its extreme, and seemingly capable of severing everything in the world, replaced his figure and stood tall in the training ground!
The sword blade flowed with a dark golden light, and the surrounding space emitted a faint, cutting hissing sound!
"Roar--!!!"

The hundred-meter-long crimson flame dragon that Long Chen had transformed into let out a roar that shattered the clouds, its huge dragon eyes locking onto Wang Dong'er's holy light butterfly true form, "Dong'er girl, let this old dragon taste your power of light first!"

His enormous dragon mouth opened wide, and the eighth spirit ring shone with black light, "Eighth Spirit Skill!"

"Crimson Dragon's Fury Breath!" A torrent of crimson-gold flames, over five meters in diameter and incredibly condensed, roared towards the true form of the Goddess of Light Butterfly, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of incinerating everything, tearing through space!
Wherever it passed, the air was completely evaporated!
Faced with this devastating attack that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, Wang Dong'er's enormous butterfly wings in her true form flapped gracefully and swiftly!

The first spirit ring beneath his feet lit up in yellow.

"First Soul Skill!"

"Winged Guillotine!" Two enormous, sharp blades of light, formed from holy light, extended out instantly like the edges of butterfly wings, slashing out in a cross shape!
With divine purifying power, it fiercely slashed at the surging pillar of crimson-gold fire!
Chi chi chi——! ! !
The Holy Light Guillotine clashed violently with the crimson gold pillar of fire!
A piercing sound of corrosion rang out!
The light blade trembled violently, and holy light and flames were annihilated!

Although it was not possible to completely destroy the pillar of fire, it was successfully cut and its power weakened!

At the same time, Wang Dong'er's second spirit ring lit up purple, signaling "Second Spirit Skill!"

"Butterfly Goddess Light!" A powerful light, with both mental interference and purification effects, erupted from the enormous true form of the Goddess of Light Butterfly, surging towards Long Chen's dragon head like a tidal wave!
Attempting to disrupt its mental state and weaken its sustained breath output!

"Humph!"

"A little trick!" Long Chen's huge dragon eyes flashed with golden light, and his powerful mental and soul forces withstood the interference of the Butterfly God's Light, his breath power undiminished!
Even weakened by the winged guillotine, the pillar of fire still violently assaulted the protective holy light of the true form of the Goddess of Light Butterfly!

"It's not over yet!"

"Third Soul Skill!"

"Butterfly God Slash!" Wang Dong'er shouted, and the third soul ring beneath her feet shone brightly with purple light!
The enormous butterfly wings transformed once again into two more refined and massive holy light blades, no longer slashing across each other, but rather like the creation of the world.

Two enormous, parallel blades of light, carrying the power to purify everything, tore through the remaining force of the fire pillar and slashed fiercely at the junction of Long Chen's neck and chest!

This attack was far more powerful than normal!
"That's an interesting move!" Long Chen's massive dragon head suddenly swung, its shoulder and neck, covered with the thickest dragon scales, forcefully taking the incoming light blade!
Beneath the dragon scales covering his skin, the second spirit ring glowed faintly with yellow light.

"The second soul skill!"

"Crimson Dragon Scale Armor!" Defense instantly increased!

boom! boom!
Two enormous butterfly-shaped blades of light slammed into the crimson-gold dragon scales!
A deafening roar erupted!

The crimson dragon scales trembled violently, large patches of scales turned charred, shattered, and even developed cracks!
Golden dragon blood seeped out like molten gold!

Although it failed to break through the deepest defense, the power still made Long Chen feel a stinging pain!

"Ouch, that really hurts!"

"Haha, Uncle Long, come again!"

"Fourth Soul Skill!"

"Six-pointed star formation!" Wang Dong'er seized the moment when Long Chen was restrained by the attack, and the black light of her fourth spirit ring shone from her feet!
A massive six-pointed star magic circle made of pure holy light instantly formed beneath Long Chen's enormous body!

The magic circle shimmered with light, radiating a powerful sealing and binding force. Countless chains of holy light emerged from the magic circle, wrapping around Long Chen's limbs and tail, attempting to imprison him in place!
"Roar!" Long Chen's massive body suddenly struggled, and the holy light chains that had been binding him groaned under the strain and broke one after another!
However, the sealing power of the six-pointed star array still had a certain slowing effect on his massive body!

"Come again"

"The fifth soul skill!"

"The God of Light has possessed me!" Holy light surged in Wang Dong'er's eyes, and the fifth spirit ring beneath her feet shone brightly with black light!
A vast, pure, and seemingly divine radiance descended from the heavens and instantly flowed into her forty-meter-tall body, the Goddess of Light, Diezhen!
The entire butterfly body shone brightly, and its holy and majestic aura surged several times over!
Strength, speed, defense, and control over the light element are all enhanced!

At that moment, she seemed to have truly transformed into a goddess of light!
"Sixth Soul Skill!"

"Butterfly Dance!" Immediately afterward, the black light of the sixth spirit ring beneath his feet shone forth!
The giant Goddess of Light butterfly, empowered by the God of Light, instantly surged to its maximum speed!
The enormous butterfly wings fluttered, leaving countless dreamlike afterimages of holy light in the air!
Her figure became elusive and difficult to catch!
They launched a storm of attacks around the hundred-meter-long dragon, which had been briefly slowed down by the six-pointed star formation!

With the blessing of the God of Light, the Winged Guillotine, the Light of the Butterfly God, and the Butterfly God Slash became even more powerful, like countless holy meteors, bombarding the weak points of Long Chen's true body from all directions!

The attack frequency is astonishingly high!

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Boom boom boom!
The dense, rain-like holy light attacks struck the massive body of the Crimson Flame Holy Dragon, unleashing a continuous roar!

The crimson-gold dragon scales on Long Chen's body vibrated violently, and the charred marks and fine cracks continued to increase!

Although most attacks cannot penetrate the thickest dragon scales, relatively weak areas such as joints and wing membrane connections that are the focus of attacks are beginning to show obvious damage!

Golden dragon blood kept seeping out and evaporating!
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