162: Chapter 162 Burning Divine Retribution

Qin Ming didn't even wait for him to finish his boasting. With a backhand strike, he slapped that cluster of dark red flames directly into Dean Winchester's chest.

Time seemed to freeze for half a second at that moment.

Immediately after, a shrill scream that seemed to come from the depths of his soul erupted from Dean Winchester's throat.

“┗|｀O′|┛ Awoooo—!! Aaaaah—!!!”

Dean Winchester collapsed to his knees, his hands clawing desperately at his chest.

Visible to the naked eye, a surge of yellow and red flames erupted from the position of his heart, spreading wildly along his blood vessels in all directions.

“Dean!” Sam turned pale with fright and rushed forward recklessly, wanting to pull his brother away.

“Don't touch him.” Qin Ming raised a hand, blocking Sam. “He's transforming—the Sailor Moon kind.”

Sam could only watch helplessly as Dean Winchester rolled on the ground in agony.

Dean Winchester's skin began to crack, revealing the burning muscle and bone beneath.

His eyes had been completely overtaken by a searing red light.

“Refreshing! It's so damn refreshing!” Dean Winchester squeezed out a broken roar from between his teeth.

The flames grew more intense, gradually enveloping him into a burning fireball.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and scorched leather.

A few seconds later, the rolling and screaming stopped abruptly.

A skeletal palm with thick knuckles, completely wrapped in flames, slowly braced itself against the floor.

“Clack... clack...”

Amidst the tooth-grating sound of bone friction, the burning figure slowly stood up.

The muscle and skin on his body had completely vanished, replaced by a pure white skeleton burning with Hellfire.

Dean Winchester lowered his head, looking at his skeletal hands. He slowly clenched his fists, feeling the terrifying power within his body.

He walked over to the largest fragment of the floor-to-ceiling mirror nearby.

In the mirror, a terrifying figure was reflected—one even more monstrous than a monster.

“Damn...” The skeleton's jawbone moved up and down. “This look... is so damn hardcore.”

Dean Winchester turned around to look at Qin Ming, then pointed at his own bare, flaming skull.

“Are you sure you're the Son of God and not the Son of the Devil?” Dean Winchester's voice was full of incredulous sarcasm. “No matter how you look at it, this seems like a villain boss that crawled out of hell, right? Can I even be considered part of the righteous faction if I walk out like this?”

Sam was already stunned. He never expected his brother to be turned into a burning skeleton monster by this glowing child.

Qin Ming looked at Dean Winchester's Ghost Rider form and nodded with great satisfaction.

This appearance, this sense of pressure—taking him out would definitely command prestige.

“You're just making a fuss over nothing. You know about Noah's Ark and The Great Flood, right?”

Dean Winchester nodded, a cluster of sparks spraying from the gaps in his bones.

“After The Great Flood, God swore an oath never to destroy the world with a flood again.” Qin Ming slightly raised his chin. “But the evil in the world didn't disappear because of a flood. There are always those scumbags who are beyond forgiveness, whom even hell is unwilling to take in.”

Qin Ming pointed at the flames on Dean Winchester's chest. “So, God created this kind of spiritual entity to descend upon the world as the incarnation of Heavenly Condemnation, to punish those who are beyond redemption and to avenge the innocent. This is called the spirit of vengeance.”

“This flame doesn't come from hell, but from the wrath of heaven.” Qin Ming's voice carried a heart-palpitating solemnity. “Why? As God's Heaven's Executioner, do you have an objection to your new look?”

Dean Winchester looked at his hands and felt that violent power that seemed capable of judging all evil. The flames on his body suddenly surged as his emotions fluctuated.

“No.” Dean Winchester's skeletal jaw split into a terrifyingly wide grin. “To be honest, this is much more useful than that crappy shotgun.”

Just then, an extremely piercing siren sounded from outside the antique shop.

The bright light and the loud sound of breaking glass from earlier had clearly alerted the nearby residents.

“The police are here.” Sam's expression tightened.

Dean Winchester also realized the problem. He irritably scratched his flaming bald head. “How do I change back? I can't go eat a burger with this head!”

“Willpower. Think about retracting the flames.” Qin Ming glanced at him.

Dean Winchester: “Change back, change back.”

The skeleton reconstructed flesh and blood, and he turned back into that rogue hunter in a jacket.

“Women are like fine wine. They just get better with age.”

Only an occasional flicker of dark red fire still flashed in his eyes.

“Let's go.” Qin Ming glanced at the red and blue flashing lights outside. “I still have things to handle.”

“What things?” Dean Winchester had just received a new toy and was currently as excited as a madman who had just been injected with adrenaline.

“Los Angeles. I'm going to teach a fallen Archangel how to behave.”

Dean Winchester and Sam looked at each other, both seeing deep shock in the other's eyes.

“By the way, do you need an enforcer?”

Qin Ming stopped and looked back at Dean Winchester, whose face was written with the words 'I want to go crash a party'.

“Alright.” Qin Ming nodded. “I'll take you two to see the world.”

Dean Winchester excitedly punched his palm. “Nice!”

Sam tugged helplessly at Dean Winchester's jacket from behind. “Dean, is this really a good idea? Provoking an Archangel?”

Qin Ming didn't respond; he just snapped his fingers.

In the next second, they were instead at an open-air food stall on a busy street in Los Angeles.

The sun was bright, traffic flowed on the road, and the aroma of a hot dog stand mixed with car exhaust wafted over them.

Qin Ming leaned back comfortably in a white plastic chair at the food stall, holding a can of iced Coke and biting a straw as he drank with relish.

Dean Winchester and Sam were still in the same standing positions they had in the antique shop. Suddenly appearing on a busy street, Dean Winchester almost knocked over the mustard on the table next to him.

Qin Ming raised the hand holding the Coke can and casually pointed with the straw toward the entrance of a high-end cafe across the street.

“There, the one across the street is Hell's Lucifer.”

Dean Winchester looked in the direction Qin Ming pointed, and his movements instantly froze.

Sam also widened his eyes, doubting if his optic nerves had malfunctioned during the teleportation.

In their hunter lore, Lucifer, the legendary fallen angel and Lord of Hell, should be a terrifying existence emitting the smell of sulfur, with horns on his head and wielding Hellfire.

But now, the situation across the street was completely beyond their comprehension.

A man in a top-tier custom black suit, looking extremely handsome, was closely following a Female Detective with a cold expression.

The man was all smiles, talking incessantly about something, looking for all the world like a super sidekick who was afraid of being disliked.