NOVEL NEXT Chapter 100: Flame of Retribution
Feng Xuan stood at the edge of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the lingering heat of his breakthrough still radiating from his body. His mind was clear, his energy surging like never before. The Solar Nirvana Pill had pushed him to the brink of power, elevating his elements to an ultimate level and awakening something even deeper within him. Lightning crackled faintly around his fingertips, a testament to the tribulation that had baptized his very being. But now, there was another matter at hand.
His fourth spirit ring, the newest addition to his Sun God Armor, pulsed with untapped power. Flame of Retribution. The name alone carried an undeniable sense of dominance. Unlike his previous abilities, this one wasn't just about attack—it was about punishment. It was about answering aggression with absolute destruction.
He clenched his fists, feeling the power coursing through his veins. There's only one way to test this properly… I need a real challenge.
Turning his gaze toward the dense forest surrounding the well, he took a deep breath, inhaling the rich, untamed scent of nature. With a flick of his fingers, a small pulse of energy radiated from him, disturbing the tranquility of the land. Immediately, the earth trembled slightly as an aura of hostility rippled through the air. He had made his presence known. Now, something would come to challenge him.
The wait wasn't long.
From the depths of the jungle, a pair of gleaming yellow eyes locked onto him. Then another. Then another. Low growls echoed through the trees as a pack of Crimson Fang Wolves emerged. These creatures were infamous for their aggression, each one covered in deep red fur with black markings across their bodies. Their razor-sharp fangs dripped with venomous saliva, their hunger evident in their predatory stance.
Feng Xuan's lips curled into a smirk. Perfect.
The wolves wasted no time. With synchronized movement, they lunged at him, their bodies moving in a blur of speed. Their claws slashed through the air, aiming to tear through his flesh. But just as the first set of fangs neared his throat, he moved.
Boom!
His Sun God Armor erupted around him in a golden blaze, deflecting the attack effortlessly. The wolves skidded back, their paws digging into the dirt as they let out startled growls. Feng Xuan felt the damage absorption mechanism of his armor activate, absorbing the force of their blows like a sun swallowing the light.
Now, let's see what happens when the sun fights back.
His fourth spirit ring flared to life. A deep crimson-gold glow engulfed his entire body as his energy surged, responding to the accumulated force of his enemies' attacks. He could feel it building, the power becoming an inferno ready to be unleashed.
The wolves sensed the shift in energy. Their ears flattened against their heads, and for a brief moment, their instincts screamed at them to run. But it was too late.
With a single step forward, Feng Xuan raised his hands. The golden aura around him condensed, swirling like a raging tempest before exploding outward in a devastating cone of fire.
"Flame of Retribution!"
A blinding inferno burst from his body, engulfing everything in front of him. The heat was unbearable, warping the air itself as flames roared like a vengeful god. The wolves didn't even have time to yelp before they were swallowed by the golden blaze.
The fire wasn't normal—it didn't just burn, it punished. Every attack they had landed on him was returned a hundredfold, their own aggression turned against them in an agonizing, inescapable reckoning.
The leader of the pack, a larger wolf with three spirit rings, tried to escape, its body igniting as it howled in desperation. But the flames clung to it like divine judgment, searing its fur, burning through its very essence. It collapsed, its struggles fading into silence.
As the fire died down, Feng Xuan exhaled slowly, watching the remnants of his attack settle into glowing embers on the scorched earth. The entire battlefield was silent. Where there had once been a pack of predators, only faint, smoldering ashes remained.
His golden armor shimmered, its glow fading back into dormancy. But Feng Xuan knew—this was no ordinary ability. Flame of Retribution wasn't just an attack. It was a declaration. A warning to anyone who dared to strike him.
The energy of the fight still hummed in his veins, but he felt no exhaustion. If anything, he felt stronger. The ability worked flawlessly. Every hit he absorbed added to his power, turning his enemies' aggression into their downfall.
Stepping forward, he glanced at the sky, watching the first hints of dawn break over the horizon. The golden rays of sunlight reflected off his armor, as if the heavens themselves acknowledged his power.
Feng Xuan clenched his fist. He had tested his strength—and it had exceeded his expectations.
With this ability, he wasn't just a warrior. He was the embodiment of retribution itself.