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Chapter 400.

"Ask for advice?"

The phrase might seem humble at first, but in this context, it came across as incredibly arrogant and dismissive. Both of the Titled Douluos of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect were highly respected and well-known throughout the continent, their status and power were formidable. Few within the Soul Hall could compare to them.

What startled Hu Liena even more was that this wasn't part of the original plan. Had she somehow influenced the Pontiff's decision last night? Initially, the Pontiff had only planned to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect, merely going through the motions. There was no intention to make a direct challenge—perhaps the Sect might show some resistance, but nothing extreme.

Yet here they were—on the verge of an outright confrontation.

Hu Liena exchanged looks with the others, feeling that the White Pontiff truly didn't follow the expected path. He wasn't playing by the usual rules, his approach was unpredictable, unrestrained, and brimming with arrogance.

He was bold, making his intentions clear from the start.

Even Bishop Thomas, who had been traveling with the White Pontiff, wiped the –cold sweat from his forehead. As an aide responsible for reporting back on specific matters, he wasn't accustomed to seeing the White Pontiff act so... forcefully. Yet, there was no denying the Pontiff's power and his fearless demeanor. He certainly lived up to the title of the White Pontiff—strong and decisive, unwavering in his authority.

Bishop Thomas, having served in the Soul Hall for decades, felt like he was walking a fine line with each step he took.

"Hahaha…" Ning Fengzhi's surprise quickly turned into laughter. "That's an interesting way to ask for advice. Since the White Pontiff is so determined, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect can hardly dismiss your request."

Ning Fengzhi then turned to the two Titled Douluos standing beside him. "Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, what do you think?"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance before nodding slowly. After a brief moment of silence, they accepted the challenge. Normally, they wouldn't entertain a duel with just any Titled Douluo, but this was no ordinary request—it came from the White Pontiff himself, a figure with immense power and influence. Rejecting him would have been unthinkable.

At the same time, both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were slightly offended by the White Pontiff disregard for their presence. The challenge seemed to undermine their status.

Wang Feng, observing from the sidelines, smiled inwardly. As he looked at the two powerful Douluos, a sense of anticipation rose within him. He had previously fought Sword Douluo in the Star Dou Great Forest, while Bone Douluo had skillfully avoided him. Now, he had the opportunity to face both of them directly. This battle was not only a chance to test his own strength but also an opportunity to grow stronger—especially against Sword Douluo, whose prowess could provide him with valuable insight into his own development.

"If one of you wants to go first, feel free," Wang Feng said calmly. "Remember, it's only a friendly exchange, so no need for anything too serious."

His words hung in the air, and Sword Douluo immediately stepped forward with a confident smile.

"I'll see for myself just how strong the White Pontiff is," Sword Douluo declared proudly.

With a single stride, he moved forward, his aura surging as his white robe billowed dramatically, even though there was no wind.

On the square, the two sides stood facing each other, no more than a hundred meters apart.

"Dad, this White Pontiff is even more arrogant than Grandpa Sword…" Ning Rongrong muttered under her breath, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. Had it not been for the last few years of calming down, she might have spoken her mind directly. But even now, she could feel the stark contrast between the two men—one a calm and composed elder, the other a bold and seemingly unrestrained challenger.

"He has that strength. Based on the information I've gathered, this is his character, how he is… This White Pontiff is a very special existence within the Soul Hall," Ning Fengzhi murmured.

"Humph." Ning Rongrong snorted disdainfully, "I'll see how special he is when Grandpa Sword beat his ass!"

Ning Fengzhi was left speechless. Despite her words, Ning Rongrong couldn't take her eyes off the square, watching the unfolding events.

On the square, Wang Feng didn't glance at Ning Rongrong. Since he was wearing a mask, he could only perceive her presence through his mental energy. But subconsciously, he chose not to focus on her—he didn't want to draw attention to her and risk her sensing anything. She was far too perceptive for her own good.

At this moment, Wang Feng fully concentrated on the fight ahead.

Sword Douluo hadn't yet broken through to the 97th level, he was still at the peak of level 96, very close to breaking through. If it had been someone like Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was near the 98th level, Wang Feng wouldn't have bothered challenging him. At the level of Title Douluos, each level up was vastly significant. The improvement from one level to the next involved not just soul power and abilities, but a profound leap in overall strength.

Wang Feng knew that Sword Douluo was much stronger now than the one he'd fought in the Star Dou Great Forest years ago. What was most important, though, was that Sword Douluo wielded a sword. Wang Feng hoped to learn something about the unique techniques Sword Douluo used with his weapon, something that might benefit his own swordsmanship. With his current physical abilities and wisdom, learning from such an encounter wouldn't be too difficult.

However, it was always a bit tricky to force someone like Sword Douluo to reveal their full strength.

At that moment, a breeze gently stirred the air. Sword Douluo's nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—flared brightly, marking the start of his attack.

The Seven Kill Sword, a four-foot-long, three-inch-wide blade, materialized beside Sword Douluo, glowing with a silver light. As soon as the sword appeared, a powerful and pure killing intent emanated from it, immediately enveloping the entire square.

This killing intent wasn't like the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the Slaughter City. It was a pure, focused energy, radiating an unmistakable aura of certain death.

Wang Feng's heart skipped a beat. 'Old Sword isn't holding back'. 

Clearly, he wasn't about to go easy on him just because he was the White Pontiff. After all, he had come here seeking advice—and he could hardly afford to lose face.

Wang Feng didn't hesitate either. He immediately activated his six blood line like powers, entering a special battle state. The Armored Black Flying Sword materialized beside him, ready for action.

He also released his Domain of Original Sin. The surrounding space seemed to darken, as if a shroud of darkness had descended.

"Domain!?" Sword Douluo sensed the sudden surge in Wang Feng's strength. Although the White Pontiff had concealed his martial soul and soul rings, his energy was unmistakable. Yet Sword Douluo didn't mind. He had his own domain, and it was a powerful one.

"Seven Kill Realm!" Sword Douluo's eyes narrowed. With a fierce cry, the Seven Kill Sword erupted in a blinding flash of light.

Under the intense radiance, the aura of a weapon's killing power clashed directly with Wang Feng's Domain of Original Sin, even encroaching on it.

Sword Douluo's overwhelming strength seemed to push Wang Feng's domain back, but there was still a resistance—more like a confrontation than a complete suppression.

Sword Douluo's gaze faltered for a moment. The White Pontiff power seemed to be slightly below his own, only at the level of a 95th-level Title Douluo. But his domain wasn't weaker than his own. Sword Douluo couldn't help but be impressed. After all, his Seven Kill Domain had taken years to cultivate, and it was extremely difficult to master.

In the next instant, Sword Douluo launched his attack!

Though his martials soul was that of a weapon, Sword Douluo's body was incredibly strong, even stronger than some beast soul master. Rather than using a sword technique like Wang Feng, he gripped the Seven Kill Sword in his hand and moved swiftly!

The speed was astonishing.

As he attacked, the soul rings on his body lit up one by one, indicating the activation of his soul abilities. Clearly, he was amplifying his attack power. The Seven Kill Sword's might was unmatched on the continent and was considered as the strongest offensive martial soul alongside Clear Sky Hammer, and the various soul rings attached to Sword Douluo were all designed to greatly increase his offensive strength!

Simultaneously, a ring of sword energy began to circulate around Sword Douluo, creating an almost impenetrable aura.

Luckily, Wang Feng's mental strength was much stronger than before, and he was able to track the speed of Sword Douluo's movements. It was a challenge, but he was ready.

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