Return Once More

Elsewhere, Ling Feng had already left the boundaries of Sacred Soul Village when, for some reason, his heart began to pound with a sense of foreboding.

He stopped and tried to trace the source of that unease, but he could not find it.

The foreboding had come strangely and vanished just as strangely, as though it had never appeared at all.

Ling Feng touched his chest, utterly baffled.

He could not understand why he had suddenly felt such a sense of foreboding.

He had not felt this kind of unease in who knew how many years.

Ever since he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, displayed his unparalleled talent for the Sword Dao, and entered the Dao through the sword—

Since creating an entirely new Sword Dao System, he had never once felt such foreboding.

A faint glimmer flashed through his mind, but Ling Feng could not grasp it no matter what.

It was like fine sand. The more he tried to seize it, the less he could hold on to it; the harder he gripped, the faster it slipped through his fingers.

Wait!

Had he been too careless about something?

When dealing with Tang Hao and Tang San, had he been too rash and overly confident?

He had completely treated the protagonist like an ordinary person.

As a transmigrator, how could he possibly handle a protagonist as though he were an ordinary person?

He had thrown out a Sword Style with the destructive power of a "nuclear bomb."

Then he had confidently turned and left without looking back.

Protagonists were magical creatures, with lives tougher than cockroaches. Their hearts could not only grow on the right side of their chests, but even on the soles of their feet—terrifying creatures like that.

How could he let down his guard before someone like that and view him as an ordinary person?!

Tang San was the protagonist of this plane, blessed by destiny.

Could a sword move with the power of a nuclear bomb really annihilate him?

Ling Feng did not think so.

No body while alive, no corpse when dead—the Son of Destiny could not truly be dead.

With that thought, Ling Feng turned the flying sword beneath his feet around and flew back on his sword.

The flying sword cut through the clouds. Along the way, Ling Feng seriously considered a question.

Why had he suddenly become so arrogant and conceited?

He had not been like this before.

He had been confident before, but never as confident as he had just been.

What had happened just now could no longer be described merely as arrogance. He had completely thrown away his brain.

Ling Feng carefully recalled everything.

When he had unleashed that sword, a vague thought had surfaced in his mind.

It had tempted him, saying that his sword represented the absolute pinnacle of power.

On Douluo Continent, no living being could survive beneath that sword.

Thinking of this, even the usually composed Ling Feng broke out in a cold sweat.

It was because of that mysterious temptation that, after throwing out that sword, he had confidently left without turning back.

"Just now, it seemed as though something deliberately guided me.

It made me enter a certain role, play a certain role."

Ling Feng muttered to himself.

He knew very clearly what role he had played just now.

The Villain!

Standing atop his flying sword as the wind howled past his ears, Ling Feng's gaze was heavier than ever before.

"Villain Will!"

Ling Feng frowned.

Everything had been fine in the past. Why had the Villain Will suddenly influenced him?

His eyes narrowed slightly as Ling Feng sank into thought.

It was likely because his existence as an anomaly, along with his overwhelming intent to kill Tang San just now, had been detected by the rules.

In order to prevent an anomaly like him from causing trouble, they had secretly intervened, controlled him, and imposed the Villain Will upon him, influencing his mind to a certain extent.

Having figured it all out, Ling Feng dared not delay any longer.

He immediately increased his speed and flew his sword at full speed toward the target location.

Half an incense stick later, Ling Feng arrived on his sword at the place of annihilation where the Grand Void Thunder Origin Sword had struck.

Standing within the annihilated area, Ling Feng could clearly sense the violent lightning energy still lingering in the air.

See the living alive, see the dead dead.

Ling Feng did not dare waste a moment and hurriedly released his soul power.

As a Peerless Sword Immortal, Ling Feng's soul power was not as gentle as that of others.

His soul power was like a sharp sword—extremely piercing, capable of penetrating everything.

Covering an area one kilometer in radius with soul power was extremely difficult and required an enormous amount of soul power.

Before reaching godhood, others would struggle to cover even one hundred meters with soul power, let alone one kilometer.

But Ling Feng's soul power was different.

As a transmigrator, his soul had been innately stronger than others.

Using the sword as his guide and the sword to open the way, his soul power could easily reach one kilometer.

In an instant, Ling Feng released his soul power, covering a radius of one kilometer.

Within that one-kilometer radius, there was no one besides himself.

There were not even any birds or beasts. All of them had been reduced to dust and burned to ashes beneath the lightning created by his sword just now.

No one had survived here.

It should have been something worth celebrating, but Ling Feng's expression remained grim.

The situation did not look good.

When dealing with a Child of Fortune, it was better to assume the worst rather than expect the best.

What he feared most was this.

Tang Hao and his son might not be dead. They might still be alive.

In that instant, Ling Feng's brow suddenly began to ache for no reason.

Rubbing his aching brow, Ling Feng carefully considered where Tang Hao might take Tang San.

Tang Hao was seriously injured and had Tang San, that burden, with him. He could not have escaped far.

The most likely possibility was that they had settled in one of the nearby villages.

There were only a few villages nearby, and Ling Feng decided to eliminate them one by one.

However, I am in the open while the enemy is in the dark. If Tang Hao wanted to hide, it would not be easy to find him even with heaven-reaching methods.

And there was the Villain Will...!

That damned Villain Will was far too likely to ruin things. It always held him back at critical moments, so he had to take precautions.

"System, come out."

After thinking briefly, Ling Feng questioned the system.

Ding~! Host, the system is here!

Ding~! Detecting the host's system mission progress.

System Mission: Help Guardian Qian Renxue raise her Soul Power Level to level forty, select a soul ring for her to absorb, and successfully advance to Soul Ancestor.

Mission Reward: Upgrade the age of the seventh and eighth soul rings to Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings; upgrade the Ten Thousand Year Right Arm Spirit Bone to a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Completion Progress: 0%.

"System, is there any way to prevent the Villain Will?" Ling Feng asked directly, getting straight to the point.

Ding~! There is, Host. Have you been affected by the Villain Will before?

"Mm!" Ling Feng nodded and carefully told the system about how he had come to Sacred Soul Village to kill Tang Hao and Tang San.

"That is roughly what happened."

"This Villain Will is extremely troublesome and can easily ruin my plans."

"If it pulls this a few more times at crucial moments, with its mindless forced stupidity—"

"I'll probably end up being treated as the final boss for Tang San to farm."

"So, System, how should I guard against it?"