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Chapter 442.

As soon as Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice faded, a stunned silence fell over Tang San's group.

"Pontiff?"

"What Pontiff?"

Had the enigmatic White Pontiff been trailing them all along? Where was he?

Chrysanthemum Douluo's words left Tang San both puzzled and increasingly alarmed. They were facing six Titled Douluo, at least thirty warriors surpassing the Soul Emperor's might, and more than a dozen stronger than a Soul Saint. Aside from the Soul Hall, no organization could casually muster such a formidable lineup of soul masters. The sense of impending crisis within Tang San reached its zenith. The idea that the White Pontiff had been following them—unnoticed by the six—was simply unthinkable. What should they do now?

"What Pontiff?" Xiao Wu murmured in a low voice. "I seem to recall a soul master from the Star Dou Great Forest mentioning someone like this... is he also from the Soul Hall?" Having never ventured beyond the Star Dou Great Forest, Xiao Wu's knowledge of the outside world was limited.

Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed heartily. "Hahaha, it appears these youngsters haven't caught on yet. It seems that Her Majesty was right—what reached Ning Fengzhi was none other than the news sent by Wang Feng himself." 

His laughter confirmed their suspicions, even those closest to Wang Feng had failed to see through the disguise of the White Pontiff, relying solely on the information Wang Feng had revealed.

At that moment, Wang Feng spoke slowly, "Yes, it's time. Take them all down." 

As his words echoed, shock surged through the –others. Then, deliberately, Wang Feng removed his disguise and donned a mask. Tang San's eyes widened in recognition—it was the mask of the White Pontiff. In that instant, a bolt of realization struck him like lightning.

"You are the White Pontiff!" Tang San gasped. "How can it be...you?"

In a rush of memories, every detail of their previous encounters unfurled before his eyes, coalescing into a single, explosive truth.

The others were equally dumbfounded. 

"He isn't brother Feng at all—he's the White Pontiff in disguise..." Tang San gritted his teeth and managed, "He's followed us all along, and his goal is to capture Xiao Wu!"

Dai Mubai stood frozen, while Zhu Zhuqing clenched her fists and glared at Wang Feng. 

"I don't believe it," she whispered, though her instincts screamed that such deception was unfathomable. Xiao Wu frowned as if harboring a secret understanding, while Wang Feng remained silent.

In the next instant, a terrifying aura erupted from Wang Feng. All six of his blood patterns unfurled simultaneously, amplifying his strength to nearly that of a 96th-level Titled Douluo. With a series of explosive, echoing impacts—bang, bang, bang—Wang Feng moved like a phantom past several foes. Oscar, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun barely had time to react before he struck them down with overwhelming speed and power.

"He truly is the White Pontiff…" Zhu Zhuqing thought in disbelief as Wang Feng advanced. Even though she was the fastest among them, his speed outmatched her every instinct. In the blink of an eye, as her martial soul surged through her body, the Whit Pontiff appeared behind her. A swift knife strike stunned her, and she collapsed. In a faint, almost consoling whisper, she heard, "Don't worry… nothing will happen."

In an instant, four of their number had fallen.

Only Tang San and Xiao Wu remained. With Wang Feng's formidable strength on their side, once the signal was given, their remaining opponents had no time to react.

"Ahem… Lord Pontiff, be careful," Chrysanthemum Douluo hastily cautioned. "These five individuals are extremely important—they must survive. If they perish, it will only complicate matters further, especially that soul beast..."

"Does the Lord Pontiff really require a reminder from you, Chrysanthemum?" Ghost Douluo snickered. "Lord Pope has only made them fall unconscious." 

Their mission was clear: capture these targets alive and bring them under control. In particular, losing Xiao Wu would be a dire setback—no one else should claim the hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

"This operation went surprisingly smoothly!" Snake Lance Douluo remarked with a smile. "Thanks solely to the Lord Pontiff, we completed the mission without a hitch." 

Compared to previous soul-hunting endeavors, this mission had unfolded with remarkable ease.

"Several elders, be alert," Hu Liena warned. "There are a few powerful soul beasts not far off." Although the group boasted six Titled Douluo, the aura of the hundred-thousand-year soul beasts was not weak—a clear indication that they had been trailing Wang Feng all along. Now that the task was accomplished so effortlessly, departure was imminent, leaving little cause for fear.

In that tense moment, Tang San gripped Xiao Wu's hand tightly and crossed his fingers, clinging to the slightest hope of survival. "Third brothers…" Xiao Wu murmured, her eyes alight with determination. "Even if I die, I refuse to fall into their hands."

"Don't spout nonsense…" Tang San thought, his mind racing wildly before settling into a grim resolve. 

"There must be a waysomething isn't right!" Yet, despite his frantic reasoning, no viable solution presented itself and he found himself teetering on the brink of death.

Tang San's gaze fell upon the figure in white—the man masquerading as Brother Feng, none other than the White Pontiff. His strength was unfathomable, far beyond what Tang San could hope to match. Surrounded by six Titled Douluo and dozens of soul masters superior even to the Soul Emperor, any hope of escape from this formidable assembly was utterly futile.

Desperation drove Tang San to search for a single opportunity. Summoning the blue-silver grass around him, he watched as it surged uncontrollably, stretching out into the infinite forest. Though his mastery of the Blue Silver Domain was limited, the forest's vastness enabled him to harness its endless reach.

"Boy, do you still intend to resist?" Chrysanthemum Douluo demanded, his tone stern. "Return with us obediently, and you may yet preserve your life. Otherwise, do not blame us for being rude." They recognized Tang San all too well, recalling the fierce battle from five years past.

"Stop fooling around," Wang Feng said calmly. "Return with us, and neither of you will be harmed."

"Return with you? Fine," Xiao Wu retorted with a sudden chuckle. "But only if you promise to not harm my third brother and me as well!"

At that moment, Xiao Wu let out a defiant scream as a scarlet light enveloped her body—just as a violent roar shattered the distance. Immediately thereafter, everyone in the Soul Hall beheld a colossal creature slowly emerging nearby. It was a massive soul beast with a bull-head, serpentine body, its menacing aura leaving the six Titled Douluo momentarily dumbfounded.

Then, a series of thunderous roars erupted—each sounding like the blast of a cannon, shattering the silence and piercing the sky.

Thud, thud, thud—the ground trembled beneath the beast's relentless force. At the sight of this monstrous presence, the expressions of the six Title Douluo shifted instantly.

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