Douluo: I Can Summon Goddesses Across the Multiverse

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"Your Holiness, I must admit, your offer is incredibly tempting. I almost feel moved by it!"

"However, I'm sorry… After careful consideration, my final decision is—to decline becoming your disciple!"

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Yao Xuan responded with a gentlemanly smile, his tone calm yet resolute as he politely refused.

"Very well, from this day forward, you will be… my…"

"Wait, what did you just say? Say it again, quickly!"

Bibi Dong, smiling with satisfaction as she began her sentence, suddenly froze. Her expression turned incredulous as the realization hit her.

Wait a minute, did this child just say…

He's refusing to become my disciple?

What in the world? How is that even possible?!

She was Bibi Dong—a Titled Douluo of unmatched power, the Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall. And now, offering to take this child as her personal disciple, she was turned down?

What kind of international joke was this?!

Bibi Dong's thoughts spiraled into chaos.

She even began to doubt herself—perhaps her recent cultivation had gone awry, muddling her mind to the point of mishearing Yao Xuan's response.

After all, what Yao Xuan had just said was simply… incomprehensible!

It wasn't just Bibi Dong. The nearby Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo also showed signs of unease upon hearing Yao Xuan's response.

What was this Yao Xuan thinking?!

The Pope herself had personally extended such a rare, once-in-a-lifetime invitation, and he dared to refuse?

Could it be he wanted to weigh his options and compare the offers from other Titled Douluos within the Spirit Hall?

While the trio grappled with confusion and disbelief, Yao Xuan remained utterly composed, his expression as tranquil as still water.

"Your Holiness, what I just said is this—I refuse to become your disciple."

Hearing this, Yao Xuan calmly reiterated his stance, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

"Fine. I respect your choice," Bibi Dong replied, a faint trace of regret appearing on her face as she continued with a puzzled expression. "But I'm curious—if you're unwilling to take me as your master, then who in the Spirit Hall do you intend to apprentice under?"

At this point, Bibi Dong was desperate to understand Yao Xuan's thoughts.

If a child with innate full soul power refused her, Bibi Dong might have dismissed him outright, never to spare him another glance.

But this wasn't just any child.

This was Yao Xuan, blessed with a god-tier martial soul and innate super soul power. Letting him slip through her fingers so easily left her feeling reluctant.

"Your Holiness, let me be honest with you," Yao Xuan began, his tone growing more direct.

"The truth is, I never intended to take any Titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall as my master."

"On the contrary, my purpose in joining the Spirit Hall is to conquer it. I aim to become the ruler of the Spirit Hall."

"And you, Bibi Dong, will submit to me and serve under my command."

Upon hearing Yao Xuan's audacious words, Ghost Douluo couldn't hold back his anger, cutting Bibi Dong off before she could respond.

"Insolence!"

"Yao Xuan, don't think that just because you possess a god-tier martial soul, you can spout such nonsense before the Pope! Today, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget—a lesson in the price of reckless arrogance!"

With those words, Ghost Douluo's fury erupted.

Under normal circumstances, anyone who dared speak so insolently to the Pope would be torn apart without hesitation.

However, considering Yao Xuan's extraordinary talent and god-tier martial soul, Ghost Douluo refrained from lethal action. Instead, he opted for a punishment sufficient to humble the boy, making him regret his reckless words.

A shadowy aura flickered behind Ghost Douluo as he unleashed a powerful oppressive force, bearing down on Yao Xuan like a mountain.

For an average soul master, the pressure alone would render them breathless, unable to circulate soul power. But Yao Xuan …

Unfazed, Yao Xuan remained standing, his expression serene, his smile unbroken.

"God-tier martial soul, truly extraordinary. But his arrogance needs to be tempered," Ghost Douluo thought, his initial shock turning into determination.

Unaware that Yao Xuan's composure wasn't due to his martial soul, but the golden shield of a celestial entity—Kesha—hovering protectively behind him, Ghost Douluo escalated his pressure.

At a tenth of his full strength, the aura would crush even seasoned Soul Kings.

And yet, Yao Xuan stood unshaken, an almost mocking smile tugging at his lips, as if to say: Is that all you've got?

This time, Ghost Douluo's anger flared beyond reason. Forgetting his intention to hold back, he unleashed tenfold his previous pressure.

The air itself seemed to warp under the immense force, heavy enough to flatten even a Soul Emperor.

But Yao Xuan … still didn't move.

His tranquility left Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and even Bibi Dong herself utterly stunned.

How could a mere child—a boy with only twenty levels of innate soul power—so effortlessly resist such overwhelming force?

Could this be the true terror of a god-tier martial soul combined with innate super soul power?

"Enough games, Ghost Douluo. Let's cut to the chase. Come forth, Kesha!"

As Yao Xuan's voice rang out, a brilliant golden light shimmered behind him.

Kesha's form materialized, resplendent with divine might, her angelic sword in hand, exuding an aura of awe-inspiring dominance.