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Chapter 436.

Retreat.

Wang Feng remained silent for a moment, his gaze unreadable.

The other five Titled Douluo exchanged glances and nodded slightly, a subtle wave of relief washing over them. They knew all too well that if they were forced to advance further, the best possible outcome would be mutual destruction—a result no one, especially the Soul Hall, desired.

"Retreat for now," Qianjun Douluo said with a low voice. "Ning Fengzhi wouldn't dare harm the White Pontiff."

Just as the five prepared to withdraw, Wang Feng's calm voice suddenly cut through the tense atmosphere.

"Sect Master Ning," he said evenly, "I pride myself on the perfection of my disguise. Tell me, how did you uncover my identity? And judging by your reaction, you must have realized the truth only recently, am I right?"

The five Titled Douluo paused mid-step, their expressions stiffening.

"This has nothing to do with your disguise being seen though, White Pontiff," Ning Fengzhi replied flatly, his tone betraying nothing.

Seeing the Sect Master's reluctance to divulge further, Wang Feng chose not to press the matter.

Without delay, the five Title Douluo regrouped with the 6,000 soul masters encircling the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect and began their retreat, moving swiftly down the mountain.

However, the five Title Douluo lingered nearby, maintaining a watchful distance. Their senses remained locked onto the sect's movements, ready to strike at a moment's notice should anything suspicious occur.

"Fengzhi," Bone Douluo said gravely once the intruders had withdrawn, "now's your chance. Take Rongrong and leave immediately—use the route on the other side of the mountain."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, his expression solemn. Without hesitation, he issued commands to the disciples still present, ensuring an orderly evacuation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on the man before her—the man who had disguised himself as Wang Feng. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief.

How could this be a façade?

The familiar tone, the unmistakable demeanor, even the intangible sense of comfort and reassurance—how could all of that be just an imitation? Could someone truly emulate another so perfectly?

And yet, the truth stared her in the face, undeniable.

"How… how could he be fake?" Ning Rongrong murmured to herself, her voice trembling.

The plans had unraveled, leaving everything in disarray. It all felt like a surreal dream, teetering on the edge of a nightmare.

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi bent down and whispered a few words into Ning Rongrong's ear. Whatever he said seemed to jolt her back to reality, as her eyes widened in shock. Without waiting for a response, Ning Fengzhi quickly guided her away, leaving the sect grounds behind.

In a matter of minutes, the once-bustling Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect was completely deserted.

"Now!"

The sharp command came from Sword Douluo, his eyes gleaming with determination. He and Bone Douluo exchanged a brief look, their intentions aligning in perfect synchrony.

In an instant, two overwhelming auras erupted from the two of them, surging with power and intent.

"They're trying to kill the White Pontiff!" one of the five distant Title Douluo exclaimed, his face paling.

Reacting swiftly, the five unleashed their spirits, sending one flying toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect.

But Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were far too quick.

In a flash, Sword Douluo unleashed the Seven Kill Sword Art. Three consecutive techniques were executed in –rapid succession, their energies merging into a single, colossal sword phantom that tore through the sky.

Simultaneously, Bone Douluo's martial soul erupted with dazzling brilliance. His soul rings shimmered with light as his martial soul materialized. Within moments, a golden skull expanded and transformed, growing into an enormous skeletal construct.

This was no ordinary Martial Soul True Body—it was a unique soul ability.

The massive golden skeleton reached out, grasping the immense sword phantom in its bony hand. With synchronized precision, the two Douluo combined their abilities, directing the devastating attack straight toward Wang Feng.

"A soul skill fusion technique?" Wang Feng muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. This was no simple martial soul skill fusion—it was something far more intricate and dangerous.

Although Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo did not fully activate their Martial Soul True Body, the power of their combined attack was utterly terrifying.

This was due, in no small part, to the additional enhancement provided by Ning Fengzhi. With his cultivation and the amplification abilities of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, even Title Douluo-level combatants could maintain a powerful boosted state for a short period.

After executing their devastating combination technique, both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, their bodies retreating swiftly to create distance.

The five distant Titled Douluo observing the clash felt a chill run down their spines. Even from afar, the sheer intensity of the combined attack was palpable, a testament to its overwhelming power.

However, just as the attack descended, the calm and steady voice of the White Pontiff echoed through the battlefield, carrying a faint trace of disdain.

A massive cauldron suddenly materialized in mid-air—it was the Qiankun Cauldron!

Clang! Clang!

In an instant, the Qiankun Cauldron began to expand, radiating bursts of brilliant light with each resounding hum. With every pulse, its strength increased exponentially, creating an oppressive aura that shook the surroundings.

When the enormous golden skeleton, gripping the colossal sword phantom, brought the devastating attack crashing down, the Qiankun Cauldron grew once more, its size and presence towering over the battlefield.

Dang!

The impact was thunderous, a deafening roar of colliding energies. Waves of soul power surged like an unending tide, threatening to overwhelm everything in their path. Yet, the Qiankun Cauldron held firm, its surface unmarred, its presence unshaken.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo glanced at each other, shock evident in their eyes.

"His strength has improved again!"

"Retreat!" both muttered in unison, their voices tinged with astonishment.

The two of them, –bolstered by Ning Fengzhi's attribute amplifications, had unleashed a devastating combination technique—a move of unrivaled strength. It should have been enough to overwhelm even the most formidable opponent. Yet, the White Pontiff had not only withstood it but did so with an air of unyielding confidence.

Realizing their plan had failed, the two figures retreated in a flash, vanishing from the battlefield.

By the time the five Titled Douluo arrived, prepared to pursue, they were met with an unexpected sight—Wang Feng, the White Pontiff, coughing up blood.

"Don't chase them," Wang Feng commanded calmly, his voice steady despite his injuries.

"Qianjun, Jiangmo," he continued, addressing two of the Titled Douluo. "Head to the forces attacking the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan immediately and ensure no complications arise there. If Ning Fengzhi has seen through my disguise, there's a high probability he will warn the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and even dispatch reinforcements. Snake Lance, Porcupine, report the situation here to headquarters without delay. Also, reorganize the forward forces and prepare to head to the Star Dou Great Forest. Our Soul-Hunting Operation may face some complications."

The five Titled Douluo nodded in unison, understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Under the White Pontiff, are you all right?" Snake Lance Douluo asked, his gaze flickering with concern. 

"That combination technique just now… its power was extraordinary."

Even as he spoke, his eyes swept over Wang Feng. A technique of that magnitude was formidable enough to overpower even a Level 96 Titled Douluo.

"Injured," Wang Feng admitted coolly. "I'll need at least seven days to recover."

Pausing briefly, he added, "What I used to block their attack was the Profound Energy Controlling Cauldron Technique, a secret skill of the Qi Transformation Sect. Bishop Thomas must have briefed you about it. This technique is on par with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique and is capable of countering the most unpredictable and devastating strikes. I was forced to use it hastily, which barely allowed me to withstand their attack."

The five Title Douluo's expressions shifted as they processed his words. They were well aware of the technique's reputation and its unparalleled defensive capabilities.

"Damn it! We were so close to success!" Qianjun Douluo muttered in frustration. "How did Ning Fengzhi manage to see through your disguise? There were no flaws…"

The other four Douluo sighed in agreement, their disappointment palpable.

"Perhaps the Supreme Pontiff herself knows the answer," Wang Feng replied cryptically, his eyes glinting with an inscrutable light.

The next day, a shocking event shook the soul master world.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect was attacked by a mysterious force, leaving the sect on the brink of destruction. Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi had anticipated such an eventuality and managed to lead most of his disciples to safety. However, during the retreat, dozens of disciples were injured, and the sect's foundation suffered significant damage.

Meanwhile, Sword Douluo, acting –on Ning Fengzhi's instructions, rushed overnight to the aid of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon –Clan, which was also under attack. His timely intervention saved the clan from annihilation, though they too sustained heavy losses.

These attacks sent shockwaves throughout the soul master community. Two of the continent's most prominent sects had been ambushed in quick succession.

The question on everyone's mind was the same: 'Who would dare to launch such audacious assaults on two of the most powerful sects in the world?'

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