Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 333 War with the Spirit Hall

Everyone understands that Dawn's overwhelming victory is not just about the outcome of a qualifying match.

Like a red-hot blade, it shattered the mythical halo of "invincibility" that had shrouded the Spirit Hall in the continent's soul master world for hundreds of years, and trampled its proudest "Golden Generation" into the dust. This was tantamount to a resounding slap in the face to the Spirit Hall and Pope Bibi Dong in public!

The strongest force on the continent? The holy land of the Soul Master world? The absolute leader of the younger generation?

These titles that once brought glory to the Spirit Hall now appear so pale and laughable in the face of the undeniable strength of the Dawn Team.

Many representatives of forces who had previously been intimidated by the Spirit Hall's power and dared not speak out now had complex and unfathomable glints in their eyes. Fear remained, but a spark of "hope" or "ambition" seemed to be quietly igniting in the hearts of some. The world on the continent... was truly about to change.

On the Beast God Pavilion's viewing platform, Ling Han greeted Tang Ya and the others who had returned, his icy blue eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Well done." His voice was calm, yet it seemed to carry immense power, landing in the hearts of every team member. "From today onward, the name of Dawn will resound in every corner of the continent."

"It's all thanks to the Pavilion Master's strategic planning!" Everyone was sincerely convinced. Tang Ya nodded slightly.

Wang Dong'er skipped over, took Ling Han's arm, and her pinkish-blue eyes curved into crescents: "Husband, look at those people's expressions, haha, they look worse than if they'd eaten flies! Especially that Bibi Dong, her face is almost as black as the bottom of a pot!"

Wang Qiu'er also stepped forward, her golden pupils scanning the surroundings warily, and whispered, "Husband, something's not right. The Spirit Hall... won't let this go."

Ling Han smiled calmly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the noisy crowd, directly targeting the highest platform that symbolized the supreme authority of the Spirit Hall, meeting that purple gaze as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

“Of course they won’t. If they lose the game, and then lose their momentum and control, then the Spirit Hall is no longer the Spirit Hall.”

It seemed to be to confirm Ling Han's words.

On the highest platform of the Spirit Hall, Pope Bibi Dong, who had been sitting motionless, slowly, extremely slowly, stood up.

The moment she stood up, though the movement was small, it seemed to drain all the air and sound from her surroundings. An invisible, heavy, mountain-like pressure, mixed with a chilling killing intent, spread out from her like an ancient beast awakening!
Her purple-gold papal robes fluttered and rustled even without wind, and the scepter in her hand, inlaid with a large purple gemstone, suddenly dimmed and became dangerously bright.

The clamor in the square was abruptly cut off by an invisible hand, instantly plunging into an eerie, chilling silence.

Everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, as if a giant boulder was pressing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe. Countless gazes, filled with surprise, fear, and anticipation, all focused on that noble purple figure.

Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, only a bottomless coldness. Her purple eyes, like two black holes that devoured all light, slowly swept across the plaza below, her gaze like two poisoned ice spikes, fixed firmly on the Beast God Pavilion stands, fixed on Ling Han.

"Hmph." A cold snort, filled with boundless authority, resounded like thunder deep within everyone's souls!

"What a beast god pavilion! What a Dawn Team!" Bibi Dong's voice was no longer concealed, filled with chilling killing intent and a condescending judgment. "Ignoring the competition rules, using forbidden methods, and severely injuring my Spirit Hall's participating team members, they intend to subvert the fairness of the competition and shake the foundation of the continent's spirit master world! Their hearts are despicable! Their actions deserve to be annihilated!"

This is a distortion of the truth! They've fabricated charges against us!

These words caused an uproar! Many people wore expressions of disbelief. Forbidden methods? A subversion of fairness?

The battle just now was clearly witnessed by countless eyes. It was obviously a crushing defeat by the Dawn Team with absolute strength. Where is the taboo? Where is the injustice? This is clearly a case of sore loser trying to pin a label on someone and preparing to tear off the mask!
"Bibi Dong! Have you no shame?!" Wang Dong'er was the first to lose her temper, her face flushed red with anger. She pointed at the platform and shouted, "If you can't beat them, you resort to slander! Is this all the Spirit Hall is capable of?!"

Ling Han gently pressed down on Wang Dong'er's excited little hand, signaling her to calm down. His face still wore that calm expression, as if he had expected this scene, but his eyes grew colder.

“Your Holiness,” Ling Han spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the entire hall, “If you can’t accept defeat, just say so. Why bother with these lame excuses that only make you a laughingstock? The Spirit Hall’s millennia-old reputation is likely to be completely ruined in your hands today.”

"Insolence!" Bibi Dong shouted, slamming her scepter heavily on the ground. "Buzz—!" An even more terrifying pressure, as if it were a tangible force, crushed down, causing many spectators with lower soul power to collapse to the ground!

"I, the Lord of the Spirit Hall, adjudicate matters concerning the Spirit Masters of the continent. Ling Han, your Beast God Pavilion has repeatedly provoked me, injured my elders, and killed my disciples. Today, you have committed this despicable act in full view of everyone!"

"I hereby declare that the Beast God Pavilion is a heretical sect, deserving of universal condemnation! To maintain peace on the continent and eradicate evil—"

Her eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she practically spat out the last two words through gritted teeth:

"Take it!"

The word "take down" is like the sounding of a war horn!

"As the Pope commands!" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, who had been standing behind her, were the first to respond!
The two figures blurred and transformed into two streaks of light, one gold and one black, like cannonballs fired from a gun. They tore through the air with terrifying soul power fluctuations at the level of Title Douluo and rushed straight towards the Beast God Pavilion stands!

Beneath Yue Guan's feet, nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—shone brightly. The phantom of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum bloomed, its petals sweeping across like golden blades! Ghostly figures flickered, shadows upon shadows, a sinister aura permeating the air, heading straight for Ling Han!

Almost simultaneously, around the Spirit Hall stands, seven figures of different colors, but all exuding immense spiritual power, suddenly soared into the air like ferocious beasts that had been dormant for a long time!

These were none other than the seven Title Douluo elders of the Spirit Hall, excluding the enshrined elders! Although their spirit power was mostly at level ninety-four or ninety-five, not as strong as Chrysanthemum Ghost, the seven of them joined forces with overwhelming momentum. Their spirit power merged into one, like seven great mountains, crashing down on the Beast God Pavilion's stands! The light from their various spirit rings illuminated half the sky with a bizarre and dazzling display!
(End of this chapter)