The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

The voice, deep and resonant, carried a weight that sent shivers down one's spine.

It's as if some kind of servile switch etched into human genes over thousands of years has been forcibly pressed, or as if an invisible hand is pressing down on the top of the head, trying to shove the face into the mud.

Above the capital, the clouds had already been parted by the colossal structure known as the "Arena of the Gods." A golden light, almost tangible, lacked any auspicious aura; instead, it resembled a jet of water from a high-pressure water gun, carrying undisguised arrogance and crushing power, and hurtled straight towards the land of Longxia.

"kneel."

This is not just a word, but a law.

The moment the sound rang out, refugees who had just been rescued from the sinking Atlantic coast, survivors in the polar night in Northern Europe, and even Westerners shivering in underground bunkers, almost without hesitation, their legs buckled and they knelt down with a thud.

This is a physiological conditioned reflex, an instinctive fear that arises when a domesticated "lamb" faces its shepherd.

Only Longxia.

The crowd that had been cheering for the fall of the angel fell silent on the street. The elderly stopped fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, and the young man gritted his teeth, his back slightly bent from the immense pressure, but his legs, like old trees rooted to the ground, stood straight and firm.

Not only did they not kneel, but many of them, with veins bulging on their necks, pointed to the sky and started cursing.

"Kneel to your ass! I've lived most of my life, and aside from kowtowing to my parents, I've never bent my knees to anyone else!"

"Where did this worthless bastard come from? Does he really think he's the Jade Emperor?"

Inside the command center.

Long Yi sat at the head of the table, the teacup in his hand making a faint crackling sound. His face was ashen, his shoulders trembling slightly, clearly enduring a tremendous mental shock. But his back was ramrod straight, as if he wanted to burst his military uniform.

He turned his head to look to his side.

Su Yun sat upright in his chair, his fingertips gently caressing the newly refined golden core, his expression calm and serene. Under the oppressive force that could have crushed mortals, his aura remained perfectly still, instead exuding a composure as if Mount Tai had collapsed before him.

"Elder Long, this group of Western gods has no other ambitions than this."

Su Yun slightly raised his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void. His tone was calm yet icy: "When two armies clash, the outcome is still undecided, yet you presume to use your power to force others to kneel. Such behavior, ostensibly divine might, is in reality... nothing more than cowardice in your heart."

Long Yi took a deep breath and said, "This is what is called 'divine power,' which is just using a higher dimension to engage in mental bullying."

"Kamui?"

Su Yun slowly stood up.

His presence caused a significant portion of the oppressive atmosphere that had been hanging over the command hall to dissipate.

"The knees of the people of Longxia are only for Heaven, Earth, the Sovereign, Parents, and Teachers, and only for the heroes who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives for this land."

Su Yun looked up, his gaze piercing through the heavy dome, staring directly at the arrogant golden light.

"As for you charlatans who pretend to be gods... do you even deserve it?"

Before he could finish speaking...

"hold head high--!!!"

A vast and majestic dragon roar, carrying boundless rage and majesty, suddenly reverberated from the depths of the capital's earth veins, far surpassing its previous power, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

The golden dragon of national destiny, perched atop the clouds, has clearly been thoroughly enraged by this wanton intrusion of "submissionary golden light." The dragon's might is inviolable; its scales must not be touched!

The golden dragon's eyes widened in fury, its massive body carrying the nation's fortune. It did not unleash any complex supernatural powers, but instead transformed itself into an indestructible blade, fiercely crashing into the golden light.

The greatest truths are the simplest, yet they can overcome all obstacles!

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the "Golden Light of Submission" that had been trying to crush Long Xia's spine appeared so fragile and vulnerable under the impact of the five-clawed golden dragon, which was like a Great Wall of steel.

In an instant, the golden light shattered, turning into dust that filled the sky.

Those were pure fragments of divine power.

The golden dragon did not stop. It suddenly opened its huge mouth and swallowed the scattered divine golden powder into its belly like a whale sucking in water.

"belch--"

After devouring everything, the golden dragon raised its head to the sky, exhaling two streams of scorching white breath. In its indifferent and majestic dragon eyes, a hint of disdain and contempt was revealed in a remarkably human way.

It's as if it's saying: That's all? The taste was so-so, is there anything else?

"puff--"

The majestic voice from the sky seemed quite angry, causing the suspended arena to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, rows of huge characters, shimmering with a dark red light, forcibly occupied every inch of the blue planet's sky.

Since physical methods can't subdue us, let's use rules.

The rules for the Mythical Arena are as follows:

[I. This battle is a war for the survival of civilizations, and will be conducted in a 1v1 duel format, consisting of seven rounds.]

[II. Each side shall select one representative to enter the arena, regardless of life or death, until one side completely loses vital signs.]

[Third, the victor can strip the loser of 15% of their "Civilization Foundation" and "Resource Luck," converting it into nourishment for their own mythological revival.]

[IV. If one side loses all seven rounds or concedes defeat midway, it will be declared "Civilization Extinction," and the race to which that civilization belongs will be wiped out by the rules.]

[V. First round of matching begins, countdown: 10 minutes.]

These characters are not any language known to humankind, but strangely, everyone who sees them instantly understands their meaning.

This is a game of all-in, where the fate of the race is at stake.

If you win, you take everything; if you lose, your entire clan is wiped out.

"Strip them of their heritage? Eradicate their race?" Long Yi looked at the translated text on the big screen, his anger turning into a mocking laugh. "This isn't a competition, it's blatant plunder! Their so-called resurgence is built on the foundation of devouring us."

Qin Shuangyue analyzed with a solemn expression: "Their revival requires enormous energy; they're treating all of humanity like a battery. If they win, they take away good fortune; if they lose, they lose their lives. This is an open conspiracy."

"No, this is actually good news."

Su Yun walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the magnificent arena in the sky.

"In any arena, there must be rules."

He turned around, his gaze intense: "Since it's 'plunder,' it's a two-way street. If they want to devour us, they'd better be prepared to lose all their teeth, or even be eaten clean in return."

Just then, the door to the hall was pushed open.

"Long Yi! I heard those bastards are going to set up a fighting arena in the sky? I'll volunteer to be the first one up!"

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

Old Wang's signature loud voice reverberated throughout the hall.

Immediately afterwards, three old men dressed in Tang suits rushed in.

Old Wang walked at the front, his sleeves rolled up high, revealing his strong arms; Zhang Daoxuan held a peach wood sword in his hand, his face calm, but the murderous intent in his eyes was impossible to hide; even at this moment, Old Li was still smiling, but his smile looked a little creepy.

"What brings you here, Elders?" Long Yi hurriedly went to greet them.

"How could we not come?" Zhang Daoxuan snorted. "They've practically shit on our necks. We three old guys may be getting on in years, but our bones aren't brittle yet. Let us scout ahead for the first round. Even if we die, we'll knock a couple of their teeth out!"

"That's right!" Old Wang patted his chest. "If I could trade my old bones for the life of that damn god, it would be a huge win!"

Looking at the three elderly people who were ready to die, Su Yun felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

This is the backbone of Longxia.

No matter the time, there will always be people willing to rush to the front and use their flesh and blood to fill that bottomless hole.

"Three seniors, don't rush to risk your lives."

Su Yun smiled and stepped forward, opening her palm.

Three golden, round pills, emitting an alluring fragrance, lay quietly in his palm.

"To do a good job, one must first have the right tools. This is the 'essence' that fell from that big bird earlier, and I spent a lot of effort refining it. I originally intended to give it to the three of you, but since you're here, let's eat it while it's hot."

The three old men were stunned.