Feng Cang's Decision, the Soul Douluo's Killing Intent

A pungent, bloody stench was spreading wildly through the air in this clearing of the Sunset Forest.

The five-thousand-year-old top-tier wind-attribute Sub-Dragon now lay limp in a pool of blood, dead beyond any doubt.

A cold breeze blew past.

"Hiss—"

Feng Cang, who had been standing there like a clay statue, suddenly gasped.

He subconsciously reached up to stroke his chin, but as his palm exerted force, he yanked out a large handful of his own gray beard!

"Ouch!" Feng Cang felt the pain, which finally jolted him out of his dazed state.

But he couldn't care less about his beard; his turbid old eyes were locked onto the eight-year-old boy in the distance who was gently petting a Little Griffin.

Feng Cang's heart was pounding at a terrifying, unprecedented speed!

"Eight years old... level thirty..." Feng Cang's lips trembled violently, his muttering filled with unconcealable tremors.

"He hasn't even obtained his third spirit ring, hasn't even used Martial Soul Possession, and relied entirely on mental commands to control his detached martial soul... and he just, just killed a five-thousand-year-old top-tier Sub-Dragon like that?!"

"This isn't a genius..." Feng Cang gulped hard, a fanatical light erupting in his eyes. "This is a monster! This is a god delivering a dimensional strike! This is not something that should exist in the mortal world!"

Ecstasy! An indescribable, overwhelming ecstasy instantly surged into Feng Cang's heart.

He had bet correctly!

Two years ago, ignoring the confusion of everyone at Godwind Academy and even bearing the secret ridicule of others, he had abandoned his lofty position as Dean and shamelessly come to the Farack Kingdom to serve as a bodyguard for the family of a six-year-old child.

Everyone thought he had gone senile, throwing away the dignity of a Spirit Douluo.

But now?!

As long as Xue Yao did not die, he would surely become a Title Douluo or even a legendary Limit Douluo in the future, and perhaps... becoming a god was not impossible!

And he, Feng Cang, was the guardian of this god during his childhood!

This merit of supporting a future emperor was enough to ensure his family's prosperity on the Douluo Continent for a thousand years!

What a refreshing feeling!

However, the second after Feng Cang's ecstasy reached the point where he almost wanted to laugh at the sky, his body shuddered violently.

The ecstasy faded, replaced by a bone-chilling cold and fear that shot straight to his crown.

The tree that stands above the forest will be destroyed by the wind!

The Douluo Continent was a cruel world where the weak were prey to the strong.

Once news spread of a monster who could solo a five-thousand-year-old Sub-Dragon at age eight, what would the consequences be?

The Heaven Dou Empire might exhaust its national strength to win him over.

But what about the Star Luo Empire? They would never allow the Heaven Dou Empire to possess such an invincible monster destined to suppress an era! Even more terrifying was the Martial Soul Hall!

Those lunatics in the Martial Soul Hall who controlled seventy percent of the continent's spirit masters would never hesitate to send Title Douluo-level assassins to strangle him in his cradle at any cost once they learned the truth about Xue Yao!

Could the Farack Kingdom stop them? Could he, Feng Cang, a level eighty-three Spirit Douluo, stop them?

Absolutely not!

"This secret... must never be leaked, not even a little!"

Feng Cang's expression changed instantly.

The kindly, slightly chubby, and almost comical old man disappeared completely in an instant.

In his place stood a level eighty-three Battle Spirit Douluo who had carved his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"BOOM—!!!"

A violent, icy cyan spirit power, filled with extreme killing intent, erupted from Feng Cang's body and soared into the sky!

The pressure of a level eighty-three Spirit Douluo was no longer restrained; it carried tangible killing intent as it crashed down upon the Heaven Dou Royal Knights and the kingdom's elite guards one mile behind!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Under this terrifying pressure, the fifty elites of the Heaven Dou Royal Knights and the two hundred kingdom guards didn't even have a chance to resist; their knees buckled instantly, and they all knelt to the ground in unison!

The scaled horses, which possessed spirit beast bloodlines, let out miserable whines, foaming at the mouth and collapsing with their limbs splayed, losing control of their bowels.

"F-Feng, Elder Feng?!" Even King Xue Lang and Queen Gao Nianzhen were startled by this sudden burst of killing intent.

Although Gao Nianzhen was a Spirit Saint, she felt her breathing stagnate in the face of the Spirit Douluo killing intent Feng Cang was deliberately unleashing.

Feng Cang ignored the royal couple.

He turned slowly, his eyes bloodshot with eerie cyan-red veins due to his extreme tension and murderous intent.

He hovered in mid-air, staring down at the two hundred and fifty soldiers below.

Every soldier trembled, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They had no idea why this pillar of the kingdom, who had always been so amiable, would suddenly unleash such terrifying killing intent upon them.

"Listen."

Feng Cang's voice was hoarse, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"The strength Yao'er displayed today is the highest, most core, and most untouchable top-secret of the Farack Kingdom!"

"This secret concerns the life of Yao, the national destiny of the Farack Kingdom, and the lives of every single person present!"

Feng Cang's gaze swept across the faces of the soldiers like two sharp blades.

"I do not care if you are the guard of the Farack Kingdom or Royal Knights dispatched from the Heaven Dou Empire. From this moment on, you must weld your mouths shut!"

"Whoever dares to leak even half a word..." Feng Cang suddenly raised his right hand, and violent wind elements compressed frantically in his palm, emitting a scalp-numbing hiss.

"I, Feng Cang, swear by my Martial Soul! No matter where you flee to the ends of the earth, and no matter who stands behind you, I will personally take action and slaughter your entire clan!"

"Your parents, your wives and children, your brothers and sisters—even the dog in your courtyard—I will grind their bones to dust and leave not a single complete bone behind!"

"Do you understand?!"

Feng Cang roared the last four words, pouring his soul power into the shout.

"We, we understand!"

"We swear to serve Young Master Xue Yao to the death! We will never leak a single word!"

The elite knights, who usually licked blood from the edges of their blades, were so terrified by the genuine threat of extermination from this level 83 Soul Douluo that cold sweat soaked through their heavy armor. They kowtowed frantically to pledge their loyalty.

But this was not enough.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Feng Cang's eyes.

For a shocking secret that concerned their very lives, verbal threats were extremely pale.

Only by holding their weaknesses firmly in his hands could he ensure absolute security.

Feng Cang shifted his gaze, locking onto the captain of the Royal Knights and the commander of the Kingdom Guard kneeling at the front.

"You two, crawl over here!"

The two commanders scrambled to Feng Cang's feet, their faces deathly pale.

"Hand over the rosters of everyone you brought, immediately!"

Feng Cang extended his withered palm, his tone brooks no argument.

The two commanders shuddered violently, extreme terror flashing in their eyes.

The military rosters did not just record the soldiers' names and cultivation levels; they detailed their hometowns, home addresses, and the names of their parents, wives, and children!

To hand over the rosters was to place the lives of all two hundred and fifty elites and their families completely into the hands of this ruthless old man.

"Elder Feng, this... the Royal Knights roster is imperial classified information, I..." The knight captain still wanted to use the Heaven Dou Empire to struggle.

"Bang!" Feng Cang's eyes sharpened, and he struck out with a palm through the air.

"I am not discussing this with you!" Feng Cang said coldly. "If you do not hand it over, I will slaughter all of you right now! Then I will go to your homes and search for them myself!"

"We will! We will hand it over!"

The other Kingdom Guard commander was scared out of his wits and hurriedly pulled a thick roster from his storage Soul Tool, holding it high with both hands.

The knight captain who had been slapped away also climbed up, enduring the intense pain, and tremblingly handed over the top-secret roster of the Royal Knights.

Feng Cang snatched the two rosters and stuffed them directly into his storage ring.

With these, the weaknesses of everyone present were firmly in his grasp.

As long as there was the slightest disturbance within the Farack Kingdom, he would immediately begin a massacre.

Only after finishing all this did the killing intent on Feng Cang's body slowly recede.

He turned around, looked at Xue Lang and Gao Nianzhen in front, and bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness. Regarding Yao's safety, this old man has overstepped."

Xue Lang was a sensible man; not only was he not angry, but he looked at Feng Cang with gratitude.

"Elder Feng, what are you saying! If it weren't for your decisive action, once this matter spread, my Farack would be in danger! You have saved our entire family!"

In the distance, Xue Yao had been quietly watching everything that happened behind him.

He watched Feng Cang suppress the crowd with iron-blooded brutality and force them to surrender their rosters to control their families. Instead of feeling that Feng Cang was cruel, a satisfied smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Although this old man is a bit gluttonous, at the critical moment, he truly possesses the decisive, ruthless temperament of an overlord.

Very good. It seems I made the right choice back then.

At this moment, Xue Yao and Feng Cang were both deeply impressed by each other.

Xue Yao withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the trivial matters behind him. He turned around, his eyes burning as he looked at the massive corpse of the Wind-Breath Dragon in front of him.

Within that pool of blood, specks of purple-black light were gathering frantically.

A moment later, a purple soul ring, deep to the extreme and faintly radiating violent dragon might, slowly rose from the corpse of the Wind-Breath Dragon and hovered quietly in mid-air.

Five thousand years, Wind-Breath Dragon, third soul ring!

Xue Yao took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.

"Come. Let me see what kind of monstrous soul skill can be born from the gift of a Sub-Dragon combined with a god-level Martial Soul!"