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Chapter 381.

The martial soul of his possessed an air of mystery, and what made it even more extraordinary was its hundred-thousand-year old soul ring. This alone demanded Bibi Dong's undivided attention.

As Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo continued their discussion about the enigmatic White Death God, Hu Liena joined in, adding her agreement to their assessment.

Ultimately, Bibi Dong approved the half-year agreement. If the White Death God chose to join the Soul Hall, not only would she forgo holding past events against him, but she would also be willing to offer him a formal apology on behalf of the Soul Hall.

However, this was contingent on two conditions, the opponent had to genuinely possess the strength they claimed and demonstrate sincerity in joining the Soul Hall.

Meanwhile, the Soul Hall had been secretly investigating the origins of the White Death God across the continent. The only solid lead they uncovered was that he had emerged from the Extreme North. Beyond that, there was scant information, suggesting that he may have been cultivating in that harsh and perilous region for a long time in seclusion.

It was no wonder his strength was so formidable—training in such an environment was not for the faint-hearted. Even the Soul Hall rarely ventured deep into the Extreme North.

"I must say, Elder Chrysanthemum, Elder Ghost, Your Majesty," one of the Titled Douluo remarked, frowning. "Aren't we taking this too seriously? He's just a so called White Death God. From what Elder Ghost described, he relied on some special soul ability to counter Elder Ghost. Without it, Elder Ghost wouldn't have been defeated. Sure, his ability to absorb emotions for cultivation is unique, but does it really warrant us all being here?"

There were seven Titled Douluo present. Among them was the Second Consecration of the Soul Hall, while the rest were elders from the Elder Hall.

Excluding the Peerless Douluo, who was absent, almost every Titled Douluo within the Supreme Pontiff Palace had gathered. Even two who were supposed to be recuperating had made an appearance.

Yet, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo remained silent.

It was evident that if the White Death God arrived and refused to join the Soul Hall, he wouldn't be allowed to leave. This was part of the agreement.

Although the situation seemed significant, it was, in essence, a show of force. If he didn't show up, the Soul Hall would have ample justification to issue a pursuit order against him.

"You don't understand," another Titled Douluo responded calmly. "The agreement is clear. If the White Death God arrives but refuses to join the Soul Hall, he'll have violated the terms. That gives us every reason to detain him."

"He won't be that foolish," Porcupine Douluo interjected with a shake of his head. "If he's coming, it's likely because he intends to join the Soul Hall. However, Ghost Elder claims he has the strength of a Titled Douluo. I'm skeptical about that."

The Titled Douluo exchanged their views.

Over the past four years, the Soul Hall had recruited two –Titled Douluo, both of whom were formidable in their own right. However, neither was a Super Douluo, and their presence wasn't deemed necessary for this event.

It was clear that the Supreme Pontiff highly valued the White Death God. Perhaps this was tied to the fact that he had saved her disciple.

"Enough."

Bibi Dong's voice was accompanied by the resonating thud of her scepter striking the ground. The room instantly fell silent as the gathered Titled Douluo stopped speaking.

Hu Liena, standing quietly behind Bibi Dong, glanced around nervously.

"He's here," Bibi Dong said, her eyes narrowing as if sensing something.

The other Titled Douluo appeared startled, instinctively turning their gazes toward the steps leading to the square. Yet, no figure had appeared—at least, not yet.

"In the sky!"

A Titled Douluo with golden hair suddenly shouted.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, several pairs of eyes turned toward the mid-air space he indicated.

A white figure streaked through the sky like a beam of light, approaching rapidly from the distance.

There were no fluctuations of soul power.

No wonder even the Titled Douluo present hadn't sensed him.

However, their strength as Titled Douluo gave them keen vision, and they could soon make out the figure in detail.

It was a mysterious individual dressed entirely in white, with a mask covering his face. Not a single part of his body was exposed.

Under his feet was a long, sharp sword gleaming with a metallic sheen.

He stood atop the sword, his hands folded behind his back, exuding an aura of effortless calm and control. As he moved, it was as if the sword carried him through the air with unparalleled elegance and poise.

It was a sight to behold—his presence, could only be described as peerless.

The gathered Titled Douluo stared in astonishment.

Flying with a sword wasn't an impossible feat for someone at their level. Titled Douluo naturally possessed the ability to fly, and those with weapon soul could utilize their Martial Soul True Body for combat or mobility.

Take, for example, Sword Douluo, their honorary elder. His mastery –of sword techniques allowed him to fly with the sword effortlessly.

However, flying with a martial soul weapon required the release of soul power, producing fluctuations that other strong cultivators could easily sense.

Yet now, this white-clothed figure soared through the air without releasing a single trace of soul power.

How was this possible?

The Titled Douluo exchanged uncertain glances, their minds racing with theories. They could only assume it involved some other mysterious technique beyond their understanding.

One thing was certain, the arrival of the White Death God carried an undeniable weight, an aura of dominance and mystique.

Swoosh!

In just a matter of seconds, the white figure crossed the sky. As he descended, a dark light flickered in the square, and his form landed gracefully on the ground.

The square fell silent.

Utterly silent.

Both sides observed one another in stillness.

Wang Feng's gaze swept over Bibi Dong and the seven gathered Titled Douluo, his eyes lingering on the familiar grandeur of the Soul Hall.

His heart stirred with a mix of emotions.

Who would have thought he would return to this place under such circumstances?

'Bibi Dong,' he thought, a faint smile playing on his lips. 'It's been years since we last met. You seem to be doing well.'

From his perspective—one imbued with the knowledge of the greater world—it was easy to understand many of Bibi Dong's actions.

Understanding was one thing, but hatred was another.

Wang Feng hadn't forgotten the day he fled this very Supreme Pontiff Palace. The memories of that moment remained sharp, etched deep within his mind.

Now, standing here, the weight of the past lingered in his heart.

Behind Bibi Dong, Hu Liena looked visibly excited, her eyes filled with emotion. However, with the presence of so many Titled Douluo, she restrained herself and remained in place, silently watching.

"Are you the White Death God?"

Bibi Dong's majestic and commanding voice echoed faintly across the square. Despite its calm tone, it carried an irresistible authority, making it easy for anyone to overlook her gender.

"And you must be the Supreme Pontiff of the Soul Hall?" Wang Feng replied with a faint smile. His gaze swept over the seven Titled Douluo standing behind her. "–It seems your Soul Hall values me quite highly. Seven Titled Douluo just to greet me? Well, I suppose I, Wang Wu*, am deserving of such a reception."

His words fell into the air like a stone into still water, creating a profound silence.

The square grew quiet once again.

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, her expression revealing a hint of surprise. The tone of this White Death God was unexpectedly bold.

As Ghost Douluo had reported, she had brought seven Titled Douluo here primarily as a show of force, not out of genuine respect. And yet, this so-called White Death seemed utterly undeterred, even taking it in stride.

"Arrogant."

Porcupine Douluo scoffed, stepping forward. "Boy, who exactly are you? If you intend to join our Soul Hall, we'll welcome you. But if you expect us to welcome you with honor, that depends entirely on whether you've earned it!"

"Oh?"

Wang Feng turned his gaze to Porcupine Douluo, his eyes calm and indifferent. "A Porcupine martial soul Titled Douluo with a soul rank under ninety-four dares to question my strength? Fine. I'm here to join your Soul Hall, but I also want to see if your Soul Hall is worthy of me, Wang Wu, joining."

With that, Wang Feng strode to the center of the square.

"I'm not fond of talking. Let's settle this with action," he said coolly. "If you can withstand three moves from me, I'll leave this place at once. No need for further discussion."

His tone was calm, devoid of arrogance or excess emotion, as if his words were simply facts and not a provocation.

And yet…

Hearing this, the faces of several Titled Douluo darkened. A single thought arose in their minds: This White Death God is trouble.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong's eyes sparkled faintly, her gaze fixed on Wang Feng. There was a hint of amusement in her expression, as if she found his words entertaining.

This White Death… truly intriguing.

Hu Liena, standing behind Bibi Dong, clenched her hands tightly as her gaze locked onto Wang Feng's figure. Her eyes shone with admiration, as if she were looking at the sun itself—brilliant, dazzling, and unmatched in charisma.

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