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

The giant purple-gold hand, formed from pure Nascent Soul essence, became the sole focus of the entire world the moment it appeared.

It was more solid and larger than any of Su Chen's previous moves. Every fine line on his palm was clearly visible, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, as if it were the hand of a god from mythology that held up the heavens and the earth, descending to the mortal world.

A purple-gold radiance flowed slowly across his palm, silently proclaiming a terrifying power that could suppress eternity and obliterate everything.

It so effortlessly held those three intercontinental ballistic missiles, frozen solid, in its palm as if they were three worthless popsicles.

Then, in the completely frozen gaze of billions of people around the world, the giant hand slowly descended towards the azure sea below.

Su Chen's body also slowly descended.

He stood on the void, his demeanor so composed that it didn't seem like he was dealing with three nuclear weapons capable of destroying civilization, but rather like he was strolling leisurely in his own backyard after a grand banquet.

This scene was broadcast flawlessly to every corner of the globe via ubiquitous satellite cameras.

Inside the White House bunker in Country M, you could hear a pin drop.

The president and his cabinet officials looked like a group of roosters with their necks choked, their faces pale, mouths agape, only able to make a "hoarse" sound from their throats.

Their hearts pounded wildly as the giant purple-gold hand descended, almost leaping out of their chests.

What does he want to do?

What exactly is he trying to do?!

Could it be... that he intends to just throw those three nuclear bombs into the sea?

No! Absolutely not!

That would trigger an unprecedented radioactive tsunami that would engulf the entire West Coast! The whole of California would become a wasteland!

While this may eliminate the enemy, the United States itself will also pay an unbearable price!

"Stop him! Quickly! Stop him!"

Defense Secretary Brown was the first to snap out of his petrified state. He lunged at the communications station like a madman, grabbed the microphone, and roared hysterically with all his might.

"Order all mobile troops! All! Attack! Attack at all costs! We cannot allow him to throw that thing into the sea!"

However, his orders were destined to be pale and futile.

At this moment, on the west coast of the United States, where is there any organized military force capable of launching an effective attack?

All the military bases had been razed to the ground by the Kunlun Division's three armies in the previous battles.

Their most prized Pacific Fleet is now being presented as an eternal art form in the harbor, resembling an ice sculpture.

Country M has been completely crippled.

All they can do now is watch helplessly.

Look at that god-like man, who controls their "ultimate weapon" and the fate of their entire nation.

on the beach.

Three thousand Kunlun warriors had already boarded the aircraft carrier of the North Sea Fleet of the Dragon Kingdom, which had come to meet them, under orders.

They huddled together with the naval officers and soldiers, who were equally astonished and whose jaws were practically dislocated, craning their necks and staring intently at the spectacular sight in the sky.

The same emotion was written on everyone's face—fervent worship.

"My goodness... what is the division commander trying to do? Defused a nuclear bomb with his bare hands?"

Wang Yanbing leaned against the railing, muttering to himself. He felt his brain had turned into a complete mess and was utterly incompetent.

"Can't you fucking hope for something better?!"

Gao Cheng slapped him on the back of the head and scolded him in a low voice, but his own voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Our superiors know what they're doing! We ordinary people should just watch quietly!"

Although he said that, his tightly clenched fists betrayed his inner tension and anticipation.

Long Xiaoyun and Du Feifei held each other's cold hands tightly, their palms covered in cold sweat.

Their hearts were in their throats.

Despite their almost blind trust in Su Chen, those were, after all, three nuclear bombs! The most terrifying forbidden weapons that humanity could create!

Finally, under the spotlight of billions of eyes around the world.

Su Chen, along with the giant hand holding up three nuclear bombs, descended to a height of less than 100 meters above the sea surface.

He stopped.

Then, he made a move that surprised everyone.

He slowly clenched his fist in front of the enormous purple-gold hand.

"Click—"

A crisp, almost piercing sound, seemingly capable of shattering the soul, was amplified and instantly spread to every corner of the world through various sound amplification devices.

Suddenly, the enormous, purplish-gold hand that blotted out the sky tightened inward!

Those three intercontinental ballistic missiles, frozen harder than steel, were as fragile as three egg rolls under the immeasurable and terrifying grip of the giant hand!

The missile's metal casing, starting from the middle, groaned under the strain!

Fine cracks first appeared on the layer of crystalline frost, and then quickly spread to the entire projectile!

Followed by.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three loud, almost simultaneous explosions, like the cracking of an earthenware pot!

Those three were the ultimate weapons that the United States was proud of and that terrified the whole world.

And just like that, it was crushed by that giant hand!

There was no earth-shattering nuclear explosion.

There was no earth-shattering shockwave.

There was no mushroom cloud soaring into the sky, which represents death and the end of the world.

Those three nuclear bombs were like three lumps of mud that had been crushed by a naughty child.

The moment it was crushed, its incredibly complex detonation structure and the nuclear material capable of destroying a city were completely wiped out from the root by an even more domineering and primal force of law!

They were broken down into the most primitive, harmless atoms!

Then, it all vanished!

Not even a trace of radioactive dust was left behind!

The wind blew gently.

The sea was calm and peaceful.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Only that slowly dissipating, purplish-gold giant hand proved to the world that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

The White House, the underground bunker.

The president of Country M stared intently at the empty, calm sea on the screen, and his body suddenly swayed.

He opened his mouth, as if to let out a final roar.

"puff--"

A mouthful of dark red blood gushed out of his mouth, staining the row of expensive control panels in front of him.

His eyes rolled back, and like a lump of mud, he fell straight backward!

Last hope was dashed.

The final madness turned into a complete and laughable joke that will be remembered for generations to come.

This president, whose ambitions were sky-high and who tried to maintain the old hegemony of the United States by the most outrageous means, witnessed firsthand how the gods crushed his last trump card as easily as crushing a cheap toy.

My mind and spirit have completely collapsed!

And everyone in the world who saw this scene through various channels.

Whether it's the heads of state and political leaders of major powers, or ordinary citizens sitting in front of their televisions.

At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind.

The sky over this world has truly changed.

A brand new era, ruled by the Dragon Kingdom, by that man who descended like a god.

In such a domineering way that no one could have imagined.

Has come.