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

When Su Chen's figure appeared without warning thousands of meters in the sky, everyone was completely stunned by this scene that defied basic physics.

On the beach, the Kunlun warriors all stopped their attacks.

They all looked up, gazing at the figure suspended between heaven and earth with an almost reverent attitude.

That figure is their faith, the invincible myth in their hearts.

On the sea, inside the surviving M-country warships, all the naval officers and soldiers witnessed this terrifying scene that sent chills down their spines through various observation devices.

"He... he's flying?!"

(He...he's flying?!)

On the bridge's communication channel, a young observer's scream shattered the deathly silence, filled with sobs and utter despair.

"Oh my God! It's Superman! The Dragon Country has their own Superman!"

(My God! It's Superman! China has its own Superman!)

In an instant, cries of horror and disbelief rose and fell on the communication channels of the various warships, merging into a desperate lament.

Meanwhile, the hundreds of M-class ace pilots flying F-35 fighter jets in the sky were so frightened that they almost lost control of their bladders on the spot.

They were closest and could see it most clearly.

The man hovered silently in the air, without any propulsion or flight device.

He just stood there, with nothing but empty air beneath his feet, yet he gave people a sense of grounded stability.

He is the sole ruler of this sky.

"Attention all units! Target is now in the air! Repeat! Target is now in the air!"

The commander of the flight formation was a battle-hardened air force colonel, but at this moment his voice was shrill and distorted.

He suppressed the chill that surged from his spine to the top of his head and, with a hoarse voice, issued the attack command.

"Lock on him! Use your missiles to bring him down!"

This was an order, and also a roar to embolden himself.

Hundreds of F-35 fighter jets quickly adjusted their attitude, unlocked the missile launchers under their wings, and locked onto Su Chen, who they saw as a sitting duck.

However, Su Chen merely glanced at them coldly.

That glance was devoid of any personal emotion.

It was as if we were watching a group of moths, oblivious to their own mortality, rushing headlong into the flames.

"All swords return to their origin".

He uttered four words softly.

The words fell.

The whole world fell silent.

The wind stopped.

The clouds have stopped.

On the sea, the surging waves seemed to freeze in an eerie way, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Followed by.

Centered on Su Chen, countless tiny points of light, radiating dazzling golden light, began to condense out of thin air within a radius of several kilometers.

Those points of light multiplied and grew brighter.

In the end, it transformed into golden energy swords, each several meters long and as solid as a physical object!

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Thousands of handles!

One hundred thousand handles!

Millions of handles!

Countless golden energy swords, densely packed and seemingly endless, floated behind Su Chen, forming a boundless golden ocean of swords!

The scene was so spectacular, yet so full of destructive energy!

Each longsword exudes a terrifying sharpness capable of easily tearing through steel!

A million longswords converged, and the soaring sword intent even caused subtle, water-like ripples to appear in the surrounding space!

On the beach, Wang Yanbing gasped and muttered to himself.

"My goodness, the division commander is going to tear this place down..."

"go."

Su Chen pointed lightly at the hundreds of F-35 fighter jets that were completely frozen in place.

His movements were casual, as if an emperor had issued a decree of judgment.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sea of ​​sword energy composed of millions of golden swords boiled over at this moment!

Millions of longswords emitted a piercing sound that could tear eardrums as they transformed into streaks of golden light, sweeping towards the hundreds of F-35 fighter jets!

It was a scene that anyone would never forget.

Golden rain of swords and black iron birds collided with a thunderous crash in the air!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of extremely violent explosions echoed through the sky!

One after another, the fifth-generation fighter jets, representing the highest level of the US aviation industry, were unable to make any evasive maneuvers under the endless cutting of sword energy.

Their sturdy fuselages, made of special composite materials, were instantly dismembered, torn apart, and turned into burning fragments flying everywhere!

The ace pilots inside didn't even have a chance to eject before they were shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the violent sword energy, along with their cockpits!

It only takes the time it takes to breathe.

The entire carrier-based aircraft formation of the US Pacific Fleet was annihilated!

There are no more iron birds belonging to the United States in the sky.

All that remained was that golden sea of ​​swords, still slowly flowing and radiating a magnificent divine power.

And that man, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes not even fluttering.

On the bridge of the aircraft carrier USS Washington.

Admiral Miller and all the other officers and men of the US Navy were like puppets whose souls had been taken away, staring blankly at the scene on the main screen that looked like divine punishment descending upon the world.

Their brains have completely stopped thinking.

They couldn't understand what they had actually seen.

Is that a power that humans can possess?

No.

That is God.

They are true gods from the East!

despair.

Endless, bottomless despair, like an icy tide, overwhelmed their reason and washed away all their pride and dignity.

They finally realized that from this moment on, the so-called US hegemony and the so-called world's number one navy would become a complete and utter joke.

And they will be the final, and most pathetic, witnesses to this joke.

Su Chen ignored the ants below who had completely lost their will to fight.

His gaze fell upon the two nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, which resembled behemoths of the sea.

That was the last pride of the United States, the most direct symbol of their hegemony.

He wanted to destroy it completely in the most shocking and direct way.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm down.

The terrifying true essence of a peak Golden Core cultivator gathered wildly in his palm without reservation.

"Buzz—!"

Above the sky, the sea of ​​swords composed of millions of golden swords began to spin violently, forming a huge golden vortex.

All the golden swords converged into Su Chen's palm, like rivers flowing into the sea.

They merged, compressed, and recombined under his palm.

In the end, it transformed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky and emitted a dazzling golden light!

That palm was thousands of meters in size, and the lines on the palm were clearly visible, as if it were the palm of a god, reaching down from the heavens to wipe away the dust of the human world!

That palm emanated a terrifying pressure capable of destroying the heavens and the earth and suppressing everything!

Under that oppressive force, the sea surface sank dozens of meters out of thin air, forming a huge depression!

All the warships were shaking violently, groaning under the strain, as if they would fall apart at any moment!

"Buddha's Palm"

Su Chen looked down at the two aircraft carriers below, which appeared as tiny as toy models to him, and murmured softly.

Then, that enormous golden hand, which blotted out the sky, slowly slammed down on the two aircraft carriers!

There was no earth-shattering fanfare.

There are no flashy or dazzling lighting effects.

It's that simple, just one press.

It was as if they were just trying to swat two flies that were getting in their way.