God of Wrath!

The two words, like two stars containing violent thunder, crashed into Yu Xiaogang's soul!

Every syllable carries the power to burn away reason and ignite the blood!

I am... the god who holds the very essence of all living beings' anger, hatred, and resentment!

[I am... a god who witnessed injustice, ignited the Lie Yan of vengeance, and cleansed the world of its corruption with the blood of sin!]

[I am... a god who forges despair into power, transforms resentment into authority, and reshapes order from the ashes of destruction!]

My name is— the God of Wrath!

The immense divine power, like an invisible tsunami, instantly filled the entire cramped dormitory.

The air became thick and scorching, and the invisible pressure made Yu Xiaogang feel as if he were being suppressed by a towering mountain, making even breathing extremely difficult.

He felt his soul trembling, as insignificant as dust, as if it might be reduced to ashes at any moment under this terrifying divine power.

However, amidst this extreme Pressure, the authority conveyed by that voice—"rage," "hatred," "resentment," "revenge," and "power"—each word acted like the most precise key, forcefully locking into Yu Xiaogang's heart, which was filled with endless negative emotions!

God of Wrath!

This name perfectly matches the flame burning deep within his soul at this moment!

Yu Xiaogang's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, then suddenly dilated.

The extreme fear did not dissipate, but a resonance originating from the soul's instinct and an indescribable ecstasy grew wildly like weeds in the ruins of his despair!

He forgot to breathe, forgot the excruciating pain in his body, forgot Flender's humiliation, and only the name of God, echoing deep in his soul like a resounding bell, remained!

"The... God of... Wrath..."

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled as he unconsciously repeated the name, as if trying to confirm that this was not a hallucination he was having before his death.

That's right.

That grand will affirmed his understanding, and the majestic voice seemed to carry a hint of... appreciation for his raging, venomous flames?

[I sense in this realm a pure, intense, almost self-destructive fire of Spite burning... It refuses to be extinguished; it Covet to burn away all the shackles imposed upon it. I have come for this reason.]

Yu Xiaogang's heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest. He suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes bursting with an unprecedented light, a mixture of fear, Covet, and madness, staring intently at a point in the void, as if he could see that invisible deity.

"Why... why me?"

He used all his strength to utter the question with difficulty; his voice was still hoarse, but now it carried a sense of urgency and barely suppressed excitement.

"You... you really can... give me power? Give me... the power to take revenge?!"

The grand will remained silent for a moment, seemingly examining every corner of Yu Xiaogang's soul, assessing the purity and burning potential of his venomous fire.

Why you?

The voice of the God of Wrath carried a hint of cold amusement.

[Because your soul, at this moment, is so pure that only one thing remains—anger! It is anger at injustice, anger at betrayal, anger at your own powerlessness! Your hatred flows like the waters of Abyss, endless and ceaseless; your resentment has transformed into a tangible flame of Curse! Such a soul is the perfect fuel for my power!]

[As for strength?]

The voice of the God of Wrath suddenly rose, carrying supreme majesty and an unquestionable promise.

[As long as the fire of anger in your heart does not burn, the resentment does not cease, and the will for revenge endures, I will grant you the power to burn away all your enemies and wash away all shame! Those Titled Douluo you look up to? Those Spirit Hall you fear? Those hypocrites who trampled you? Before my divine might, they will all turn to dust!]

"Boom--!!!"

It was as if a mental bomb had been dropped into Yu Xiaogang's mind! Burning away all his enemies!

Wash away the shame!

He will turn all those who looked down on him and hurt him— the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, Lin Xia, Flender, and so on—into dust!

This blatant and incredibly Captivate promise struck precisely at the deepest Covet in his heart!

The long-suppressed feelings of humiliation and resentment erupted at this moment, transforming into a fervent thirst for power that instantly overwhelmed all fear and doubt!

As long as I can get revenge!

As long as we can trample these arrogant fools under our feet!

As long as he can prove that Yu Xiaogang is not a good-for-nothing!

He'd give anything to get back what he deserved, even if it meant selling his soul to the devil!

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled violently from extreme excitement. His deep-set eyes blazed with an unprecedented, greedy, and ferocious light, like a hungry wolf, as he stared intently at the being in the void.

"I... I need power!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse but incredibly firm, carrying a kind of desperate madness.

"No matter the cost! As long as it gives me the power to avenge myself! I, Yu Xiaogang... am willing! I am willing to accept your power! Your Majesty God of Wrath! Grant me the power to burn everything!!"

[Very good...]

The voice of the God of Wrath seemed to carry a hint of satisfied, low growl.

Remember your vows now, remember the flames burning in your heart! Remember the destruction you Covet!

[Open your soul! Accept my mark! Accept this... divine trial, forged in your own wrath!]

The moment the words fell, an irresistible, vast, and violent torrent of energy, ignoring the barriers of physical space, poured into Yu Xiaogang's body like molten lava bursting through a floodgate!

"Ughh..."

Yu Xiaogang let out a shrill, inhuman scream!

That wasn't a painful wail, but rather an instinctive scream when the body and soul were Sheer Force transformed, torn apart, and reshaped by a violent force far exceeding their limits!

His thin, emaciated body visibly swelled up, and thick, twisted, black blood vessels, like red-hot irons, bulged on his skin!

These "vessels" writhe wildly, flowing not with blood, but with a viscous, dark red energy that exudes a sulfurous and scorching aura—pure divine Divine Power of Wrath!

A violent tearing sensation came from all over his body, as if every bone was being crushed and reassembled by a tremendous force, and every muscle fiber was being burned and tempered by Lie Yan!

Yu Xiaogang's body convulsed and rolled violently on the bed, like a shrimp thrown into boiling water.

He gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, the sturdy wood Crush Grip like tofu under his fingertips!

Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes bulged and were bloodshot, and strange hoarse sounds came from his wide-open mouth, with saliva mixed with blood and foam flowing down uncontrollably.

An unprecedented, scorching, and violent force is sweeping away and transforming his body, which has become weak due to the Martial Soul Mutation, with overwhelming force, Sheer Force impacting and widening his blocked and narrow meridians!

The pain caused by this kind of transformation is a hundred times worse than being torn to pieces!

But deep within this extreme pain, a near-maniacal smile spread across Yu Xiaogang's contorted face!

Strength!

He sensed it!