The Wrath of the Wind God was far more difficult than the previous two trials.
It was only through his body and will of steel that Feng Xiaotian held on until the end.
That calm, aged voice rang out once more:
"Congratulations. You have successfully passed the trial. Your Soul Power has increased by one level, the age of all your Soul Rings and Soul Bones has increased by ten thousand years, and you have been granted God-tier Power—the Wrath of the Wind God."
The instant Feng Xiaotian heard this wonderful news, his heart filled with excitement and joy.
He felt the Soul Power within him surge like a boiling spring, rising ceaselessly as it battered against his previous limits.
An unprecedented power gathered within him, invigorating even his spirit.
It was as though his body had been cleansed by this power. Every cell rejoiced, and every meridian expanded and stretched.
Nine Soul Rings—six black and three red—were released at once. All of them seemed to have been reborn, shining with dazzling radiance.
His Soul Bones resonated with his will as well, releasing even greater power and making him feel as though he had become more deeply one with heaven and earth.
Yet what shocked Feng Xiaotian the most was the so-called "God-tier Power—the Wrath of the Wind God."
He felt as though the depths of his soul had connected with an immense storm force, violent and chilling, as if it could tear apart every obstacle.
With a thought, the Wind Element around him immediately stirred, frantically gathering into a savage storm that seemed ready to swallow everything.
This power was stronger than anything he had ever possessed before.
Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and felt the immense power within his body.
He knew that he was no longer