If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

The aura of the Netherworld, like ink dripping into clear water, quickly and completely permeated the area around Yasukuni Shrine. It was no ordinary yin energy, but rather the primordial aura from the deepest recesses of the underworld, carrying a terrifying power to corrode souls and obliterate true spirits.

The countless souls of war criminals, which had been dispersed by the masculine energy of the Kunlun warriors, were now being forcibly pulled out from every corner of the shrine and from the crushed fragments of memorial tablets, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

"Awooo—!"

"No--!"

A piercing, inhuman shriek echoed deep within everyone's soul.

That was Hideki Tojo, Kenji Doihara, Iwane Matsui...

These are the souls of Class A war criminals who left behind a trail of blood debts in history, yet after their deaths they still dared to try to enjoy incense offerings here.

Under the corrosive influence of the Netherworld Qi, they revealed their most ferocious and painful forms.

Their souls, as if doused with concentrated sulfuric acid, emitted billowing black smoke and hissing sounds, twisting and struggling wildly in agony.

"Brother Chen, this is..." Du Feifei looked at the hellish scene before her, her face turning pale, and she subconsciously grabbed Su Chen's clothes.

"This is the judgment they deserve." Su Chen's voice was calm and unwavering. "Let them be condemned to eternal damnation in the deepest hell, suffering the torment of countless ghosts devouring their souls day and night, until their souls are scattered and they are never to be reborn. This is the best tribute we can give them."

He looked at the souls wailing in agony, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand and gently clenched it towards the surging Netherworld Qi.

"receive."

A single word, and the law follows.

The aura of the Netherworld that enveloped the entire shrine, along with the souls of all the war criminals within, was as if grabbed by an invisible hand and suddenly contracted towards the center, eventually condensing into a jet-black energy sphere no bigger than a fist.

Inside the energy sphere, one could vaguely see countless distorted and painful faces, and hear their silent wails.

With a casual wave of his hand, Su Chen sent the energy ball into the sky as a streak of light.

He uprooted and completely purified this den of evil that had accumulated resentment for a century.

After doing all this, Su Chen looked at the building complex in front of him, which had lost all its "divinity" and was now just an empty shell, and spoke again.

"Now, you can dismantle it."

"roar!"

The Kunlun warriors, who had been suppressing their anger for so long, once again erupted in a thunderous roar.

This time, they had no more scruples.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

"The three parts return to their original state!"

"All swords return to their origin!"

……

More than two hundred Grandmaster-level experts simultaneously unleashed their strongest moves without reservation upon this building complex.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening explosion resounded in the heart of Tokyo!

The entire Yasukuni Shrine, along with all its surrounding buildings, was instantly shattered into dust like a castle built on a beach before this terrifying force capable of leveling a small mountain.

A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

A terrifying shockwave spread wildly in all directions.

The entire Chiyoda Ward trembled violently.

Countless Tokyo residents were awakened from their sleep, staring in horror at the towering flames outside their windows and the scene that resembled divine punishment, thinking it was a volcanic eruption of Mount Fuji or a nuclear attack.

Panic, like a plague, engulfed the entire city in an instant.

……

Meanwhile, off the coast of Japan.

The US Navy in Japan, which had just suffered devastating blows in Yokosuka and Kadena, is sending its last and most powerful force—the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier battle group USS Ronner Reagan—to Honshu Island at full speed.

"Reporting to the General! A violent energy fluctuation has occurred in the direction of Tokyo! Preliminary assessment indicates an equivalent of at least 10,000 tons of TNT!"

Inside the aircraft carrier's command center, a radar operator's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Fleet Commander General Eisen stared at the glaring red dot on the screen, his face ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Yokosuka and Kadena lost contact within an hour of each other.

Now, even Tokyo is experiencing problems.

He knew without even thinking that all of this was inextricably linked to that mysterious Eastern country.

"All units! Enter Level One combat readiness!" General Eisen's eyes flashed with a frenzied rage. "All carrier-based aircraft, take off immediately! Locate the source of the energy fluctuations! I want to see what kind of devil dares to provoke the United States!"

"General! Our satellite has captured the image!"

Another technician suddenly screamed.

All eyes instantly focused on the large screen in the center.

Although the magnified satellite image on the screen was somewhat blurry, it was still clearly visible.

Amidst the towering flames at Yasukuni Shrine, more than two hundred black dots were moving toward Tokyo Bay at an unimaginable speed.

"Zoom in! Zoom in to the maximum!" General Eisen roared.

When the image was zoomed in to its maximum, everyone in the command center gasped.

Those were more than two hundred people dressed in black and carrying long swords!

They moved between the skyscrapers of Tokyo as if walking on flat ground, scaling walls and rooftops with ease!

Their speed even surpasses that of cars traveling on the ground!

"What...what is this?"

The same question popped into everyone's mind.

"Whoever they are!" General Eisen's eyes flashed with cruelty. "Since they dared to come, they won't leave alive!"

"Order all ships to charge their main guns! Use your naval guns to thoroughly plow through Tokyo Bay! I want them, along with that entire sea area, to disappear from this world!"

He's gone mad.

He wants to use the most powerful firepower of the United States to wash away this shame.

However, just the moment his order was given.

An unexpected change occurred!

"General! Look at the sky!"

A soldier pointed at the screen and let out a terrified scream.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

All that could be seen was the night sky above Tokyo Bay, illuminated by the glow of fire.

Without warning, a figure appeared.

The figure, dressed in black, stood with his hands behind his back, silently hovering a thousand meters above the ground.

It was as if he were the sole ruler of this world.

It's Su Chen.

He looked down at the aircraft carrier group that was approaching menacingly, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He slowly raised his right hand.

"hold head high--!!!"

A high-pitched, majestic roar, as if from the ancient wilderness, resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

Behind him, endless clouds gathered, churned, and finally coalesced into a gigantic, indescribable golden dragon head!

The dragon head was incredibly lifelike, with its whiskers swaying and lightning flashing between its opening and closing eyes.

Next came the dragon's body, claws, and tail...

A golden dragon, thousands of meters long and made of pure energy, coiled above Tokyo!

That absolute pressure, emanating from the level of life itself, instantly enveloped the entire sea area.

At that moment, all the electronic equipment in the aircraft carrier group groaned in despair, malfunctioning instantly.

All the soldiers of the United States stared blankly at the mythical scene in the sky, their minds blank, completely losing the ability to think.

This is not over yet.

The moment the dragon appeared.

On the other side of the sky, golden light shone brightly.

A majestic and dignified phantom of a Buddha, also a thousand meters tall, slowly emerged.

The Buddha's face was exactly the same as Su Chen's in the sky!

Buddha's Palm!

The phantom of Buddha slowly raised his golden palm, which blotted out the sky, and gently slapped it down on the aircraft carrier group below!

At the same time, the thousand-meter-long golden dragon let out a deafening roar, carrying world-destroying power as it swooped down!

Dragon!

Buddha!

The final move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms – The Divine Dragon Descends!

The strongest move of the Tathagata Palm – Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Ancestor!

Two peerless martial arts techniques that only existed in myths and legends were revealed to the world for the first time by a Golden Core stage expert, showing their true, ferocious nature!