[Reward: Innate Soul Power Level 10!]

The maniacal laughter Tackle and echoed wildly in the cramped room, causing the Ember of the cheap oil lamp on the table to flicker violently, illuminating the mottled bloodstains on his face and his eyes that were completely swallowed by the dark red flame.

However, just as this extreme ecstasy reached its peak, a sudden change occurred!

An invisible, terrifying suction force, far beyond Yu Xiaogang's comprehension, suddenly erupted from Flender's shattered corpse!

This power is cold and domineering, carrying a judgmental will, ignoring physical barriers, and directly affecting the soul!

"No--!!!"

A chilling, inhuman scream, filled with utter terror and resentment, suddenly burst forth from the pool of blood!

A pale golden phantom, its outline vaguely recognizable as human, was being Sheer Force pulled apart from Flender's mangled body by a dark red vortex originating from Yu Xiaogang's body, or rather, from that Divine Power of Wrath!

That was Flender's soul!

His illusory soul twisted and struggled violently, his blurred face frozen with the earth-shattering shock and disbelief of the moment before his death, as well as the deep-seated fear that was now being Sheer Force ripped away from him!

"Yu Xiaogang!!!"

The roar of the soul directly shook Yu Xiaogang's sea of consciousness, sharp as steel needles scraping his skull.

"You piece of trash! You maggot from the gutter! How could you have such power?! This is definitely not your power! Impossible!!"

Flender's soul roared like a storm, his golden phantom undulating painfully as it was torn apart by the dark red vortex.

He couldn't understand it, he couldn't accept it!

The parasite he regarded as incompetent, the one he had just trampled Yu Xiaogang like a dead dog, now wielded terrifying power capable of annihilating his soul and condemning him to eternal damnation!

Yu Xiaogang's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, then transformed into an even more twisted and arrogant smugness.

He admired the futile struggle of Flender's soul in the vortex of divine power, a pitiful sight like a flying insect caught in Spider Web, and a sense of control that transcended life arose within him.

"Waste?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice deepened, carrying a cruel mockery like a cat toying with a mouse. His withered finger lightly touched the illusory image of Flender's soul from a distance.

The dark red vortex suddenly tightened, and Flender's soul immediately let out an even more shrill scream, his phantom image dimming slightly.

"My dear Boss Fu..."

Yu Xiaogang grinned, blood and brain matter mixed on his white teeth, forming a hellish, grotesque smile.

"You're right, this is indeed not my power... but it chose me!"

He slightly raised his chin, the dark red flames in his cloudy eyes burning fiercely, as if he were staring directly at some magnificent being high above the heavens.

"It is a god! It is His Majesty the God of Wrath, who wields the very source of the wrath of heaven and earth and punishes injustice in the world!"

His voice was full of fervor and piety, yet utterly cold.

"He heard my Spite! He saw my pain! He felt the raging fury I had accumulated from being trampled and insulted time and time again by you high and mighty hypocrites!"

Yu Xiaogang took a sudden step forward, almost stepping into the still-spreading pool of warm blood, looking down at Flender's agonizing soul.

"It was you! It was all of you! You pushed me into the Abyss of despair! It was your disgusting contempt and humiliation that forged me into the perfect kindling to bear the wrath of the gods!"

"If it weren't for the 'perfection' of you 'good brothers,' 'good teachers,' and 'good disciples,' if it weren't for the bloody marks of shame you've etched on my heart... would God's gaze have shown mercy to a 'worthless piece of trash' like me, whom you despise?!"

Every word he uttered was like a poisoned dagger, piercing deep into the core of Flender' soul.

On Flender's blurred face, the extreme shock and fear were slowly replaced by a deeper emptiness and despair.

"God... the God of Wrath..."

Flender's soul trembled, emitting faint, almost groaning sounds.

In that voice, anger, Curse, resentment... all ultimately dissipated into a cold, deathly silence. He understood, and he was utterly despairing.

He might still harbor Spite towards an ordinary person.

But faced with the will of a god, his pride and anger as a Spirit Saint were as insignificant as a speck of dust.

What can you do if you're unwilling to accept it?

What good is Spite? Fate has already been decided, and the source of everything was the "final kick" he himself had inflicted.

"Snort."

Looking at the resigned, lifeless expression on Flender's soul, Yu Xiaogang felt a twisted sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.

He stopped talking nonsense and subtly shifted his thoughts.

Buzz!

The dark red vortex that bound Flender's soul suddenly collapsed and compressed inward!

"Ugh--!!!"

A brief, extremely mournful cry from the soul abruptly ceased.

Flender's pale golden soul phantom, like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, was instantly compressed into a tiny, bright point of light, then vanished without a trace. It was completely swallowed and digested by the dark red vortex of divine power, turning into the purest soul energy, which flowed back into Yu Xiaogang's body, causing his aura to instantly become more solid and surge even more!

The room fell completely silent.

All that remained was the overwhelming stench of blood, the sour smell of cheap grease, and the occasional faint crackling of the burning wick of the oil lamp.

Yu Xiaogang stood there, breathing heavily.

The intense stimulation from killing his brother and devouring his soul surged through his every nerve like an electric current, bringing a morbid pleasure and an overwhelming sense of power.

Just as this deathly silence and bloodshed reached their peak—

A cold, majestic voice, seemingly sculpted from ancient ice, suddenly exploded deep within his soul without warning:

[The Godly Trial of Wrath - First Trial: Burning Away the Source of Shame. Target: Flender. Completed.]

[Reward: Level 10 Innate Soul Power!]

The cold words, like Divine Punishment, each syllable carrying immense force, slammed into Yu Xiaogang's core consciousness!

"Wh... what?!"

Yu Xiaogang's face contorted in a rage, his smugness, his post-killing frenzy... all his expressions froze instantly!

It felt like my body had been slammed into my kneecap by an invisible giant hammer!

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, his emaciated body could no longer support him, and he collapsed heavily to his knees on the floor!

His kneecaps slammed against the cold ground with a sickening crack, but he was completely oblivious.

He trembled violently, like the most fragile fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

"First... innate... level ten... Soul Power..."

He repeated those six words with difficulty, one word at a time, his voice dry and hoarse, trembling with disbelief.

Innate Soul Power Level 10!

A nightmare of fifty years!

The root of fifty years of shame! The whole reason why I've lived a lowly, parasitic existence for fifty years!

He had poured his heart and soul into studying theories, engaging in opportunistic maneuvering, currying favor with the powerful, and even exploiting the feelings of his closest relatives... Wasn't all this twisted behavior just to compensate for this damned deficiency in Innate Soul Power?!

If... if only... if he had been born with this level ten Innate Soul Power, representing unparalleled talent...

How did Yu Xiaogang end up looking like this, neither human nor ghost?!

"Ugh... Ughhhhhh--"