The Plague Erupted!

A thoughtful look flashed through Ye Xunfeng's eyes, but before that, he still needed to restore his Soul Power.

Judging by what those two Titled Douluo had done after he revealed his Angel Spirit, it was almost certain that Qian Xunji had ordered his assassination, and that this attempt had not been approved by the Elder Hall.

Then, as long as he revealed his Angel Spirit, these Titled Douluo would not dare kill someone who possessed a genuine Angel Spirit in this era.

Moreover, with such an overpowered Soul Ring configuration, those elders would be even less likely to make a move. After all, if he truly died and Qian Daoliu found out, the two of them would certainly die as well.

But they could not return and report failure like this, so the best approach was to kite them.

Ye Xunfeng rubbed his chin. It was also a perfect chance to hone his actual combat skills with them.

And so, the three of them traveled across the wilderness. Whenever Ye Xunfeng felt like fighting, he stopped and battled them. Whenever he did not, he immediately released his Angel Spirit and left.

Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo had come to understand the situation. They obediently acted as this young man's sparring partners, and the more they looked at him, the more he resembled the Grand Pontiff.

The two of them hesitated over whether to send word to the Grand Pontiff.

But they were afraid that the Grand Pontiff would punish them after learning that they had tried to assassinate a member of the Angel Clan...

So they decided to build a better relationship with Ye Xunfeng first.

Yet whenever Ye Xunfeng saw them... he either turned around and ran or charged in to fight.

The two elders were utterly speechless. In the end, they stopped trying to explain themselves. They believed that, if they kept fighting, they would eventually develop some rapport.

Ye Xunfeng actually understood what they meant, but he thought that if they laid everything out in the open, then when they put on an act later, these two elders definitely would not fight with any enthusiasm. So he deliberately...

Spirit Hall.

"Old Ghost, congratulations. You only need to hunt one more Soul Ring before becoming a Titled Douluo. I suppose I'll still need some time," Yue Guan said dejectedly.

"Is this brat about to break through to Titled Douluo and needs to hunt his ninth Soul Ring?" A youthful-looking, petite young man studied them with a smile.

"Greetings, Light Feather Douluo," Old Ghost and Yue Guan said respectfully.

"No need for formalities." Light Feather Douluo waved his hand indifferently. "Yue Guan, come along too. I think you might break through while we're hunting Soul Beasts."

The group headed to Star Dou Forest. After traveling for an unknown length of time, they finally found a suitable Soul Beast three months later.

As Yue Guan watched Old Ghost absorb the Soul Ring, something suddenly occurred to him. He curiously asked Light Feather Douluo, "Senior, under what circumstances could a Soul Saint have a Soul Ring configuration of two black and five red?"

"What? You must have seen wrong. How could that be possible?" Light Feather Douluo was full of confusion, but then he suddenly thought of a possibility, and his expression immediately turned serious. "Tell me in detail."

"I remember that young man looking somewhat like the Grand Pontiff. Whether in appearance or temperament, he resembled him greatly—more so than even His Holiness the current Pope. At the time, he used a spear Martial Soul, and later displayed two black and five red rings." Yue Guan pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Are you sure he only had one spear Martial Soul?"

"Not sure." Yue Guan shook his head. "If I hadn't known about the Saintess, I would have guessed that he only had one Martial Soul. The strangest part was that he was extremely sensitive to Evil Spirit Masters. He detected them even faster than I did."

Light Feather Douluo nodded. "I will report this matter to the Grand Pontiff. Ask around about it. If I can find an answer, I'll give you one."

Originally, Light Feather Douluo had planned to wander outside for a while longer, waiting for Yue Guan to break through before helping him hunt his Soul Ring and returning.

But now that this had happened, Light Feather Douluo had no mood to keep wandering outside. He only wanted to return to the Elder Hall and report the matter to the Grand Pontiff.

If the other party's Soul Rings had all been black, he might have suspected Twin Martial Souls. But they were two black and five red, and Douluo Continent did not have that many hundred-thousand-year Soul Beasts. More importantly, the other party was so young.

Then he could only suspect one possibility: this person, like the Grand Pontiff, was a guardian of the gods, perhaps even the successor the Grand Pontiff had spoken of.

Such a genius had to be recruited into Spirit Hall as soon as possible. If he fell into the hands of the Upper Three Sects or the Two Great Empires, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The three of them quickly returned to Spirit Hall. After resting for only two minutes, Light Feather Douluo led them straight to the Elder Hall.

"You two wait here. I'll go find the Grand Pontiff. Once I come out, I'll bestow a title upon the little brat." After patting both of them on the shoulders, Light Feather Douluo quickly headed toward the Grand Pontiff's hall.

Light Feather Douluo hurriedly rushed inside.

"Little Five, why are you in such a rush?" Golden Crocodile Douluo sat in a chair, looking curiously at Light Feather Douluo as he hurried in.

Light Feather Douluo looked around, then glanced at Qian Daoliu above him. "Big Brother, I suspect that your son—the child you said was lost last time—is a god's successor."

"Little Five, you must not joke about such things!" The Grand Pontiff had just finished praying. He turned around and looked up at Light Feather Douluo.

"Big Brother, I'm not joking. Someone from our Spirit Hall seems to have seen the son you lost, and discovered that his Martial Soul's Soul Ring configuration was two black and five red," Light Feather Douluo said.

Qian Daoliu froze for a moment before instantly flying down. "Little Five, are you sure he was not lying?"

"He probably was not lying. That person is Yue Guan, a future elder of our Spirit Hall who is only one rank away from becoming a Titled Douluo. His eyes should not be failing him yet," Light Feather Douluo said.

Qian Daoliu looked somewhat tense. After returning, he offered another round of prayers to the Angel God.

"Second Brother, I'll have to trouble you for the time being. I must personally search for my lost youngest son." A burning light filled Qian Daoliu's eyes.

In his heart, nothing was more important than becoming a god, and nothing was greater than a deity.

Everything else had to make way before that.

Meanwhile, Ye Xunfeng had fought his way farther and farther off course, almost reaching the edge of a battlefield.

This time, Ye Xunfeng had run a little too far. Now, he did not really know the way...

After all, he had not thought much about it when he flew away. He had simply flown wherever he pleased.

Ye Xunfeng looked around and felt that something was wrong. A village lay ahead, but it was deathly quiet. There was not even a single bird, as though all life in the place had been cut off.

This was not normal...

Ye Xunfeng continued deeper along the road. Suddenly, he heard faint crying ahead, along with desperate calls for help...

Ye Xunfeng kept walking forward and slowly entered the town. There were almost no pedestrians left in the streets; it could even be said that everyone had tightly shut their doors and windows.

"The plague, it's the plague! The God of Death has come to claim lives!"