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

When the last trace of nuclear threat in the sky was completely eliminated by Su Chen in the most unreasonable way, the golden dragon he had transformed into, which was thousands of meters long, did not immediately revert to its original form.

He could clearly feel an unprecedented, vast and boundless energy surging and raging within his body!

That was the primordial energy of the nearly one hundred nuclear bombs that he had forcibly devoured using the Northern Darkness Divine Art and initially refined using the power of his Nascent Soul!

Nuclear fusion and nuclear fission, these two energy forms revered by mankind as the ultimate forces, were now as docile as two streams of the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth within his body.

They surged and flowed through his meridians, washing over every corner of his newly broken-through-to-the-peak Nascent Soul stage.

The seven-colored nascent soul residing in his dantian opened its mouth, greedily absorbing the massive torrent of energy like a whale sucking in water.

Nourished by this energy, the nascent soul's body became increasingly translucent and solid.

Even its surface began to shimmer with a faint, almost Taoist-like, mysterious glow.

Su Chen could feel that his strength was rising at a terrifying speed at this moment!

The bottleneck at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, the solid barrier that keeps 99% of cultivators from entering the Divine Transformation stage, has shown a slight weakening at this moment!

Just a little bit more...

Su Chen understood.

The final step is all that's needed to reach the Divine Transformation Realm, where one can truly shatter the void and roam the universe!

This kick requires not only a massive accumulation of energy, but also a deeper understanding of the great principles of heaven and earth and the origin of the laws.

However, Su Chen was not in a hurry.

He has plenty of time.

Moreover, this unexpected "nuclear energy tempering" has brought unprecedented and enormous benefits to both his physical body and nascent soul.

Although his Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique was still at the tenth level, his physical strength had once again undergone a qualitative leap due to the absorption of that massive nuclear energy!

He is now confident that he can withstand a direct hit from a nuclear bomb of the same level as before without being injured, relying solely on his physical strength!

This is the enormous benefit of destroying the old and building the new!

Feeling the unprecedented, abundant, and powerful energy within his body, the golden dragon that Su Chen had transformed into couldn't help but let out another high-pitched dragon roar filled with joy and exhilaration!

"roar--!!!"

The dragon's roar transformed into rolling sound waves that echoed in the sky, as if announcing his arrival to the world he had conquered!

This scene once again ignited the world!

"My God! He...he seems to have gotten stronger again?"

"Nonsense! Didn't you see? He swallowed a nuclear bomb! That's a nuclear bomb! How much energy does that contain?!"

"I finally understand. We're not even on the same level as them! We're still playing in the mud, while they've already started controlling the universe!"

"Stop talking! I've already booked my plane ticket to China! I'm going to Kunlun Mountain! I'm going to become an apprentice! Even if it's just as a janitor, I'm willing!"

The global internet is filled with admiration and longing for Su Chen and the Dragon Kingdom.

At this moment, countless foreigners are proud to be able to learn about Chinese culture and speak the Chinese language.

An unprecedented "Dragon Country fever" has swept the globe!

In stark contrast to the fervor of the outside world, the United States remained eerily silent.

The White House, the underground bunker.

All the high-ranking officials in the United States were like soulless zombies.

They stared at the golden dragon coiled high in the sky on the screen, its power overwhelming, their eyes filled with nothing but numbness and emptiness.

Lost.

We lost completely.

All our cards have been played.

All the madness turned into a huge joke.

They couldn't even inflict the slightest injury on the other party; instead, they delivered a truly luxurious "energy feast" to them.

How ironic this is.

How tragic.

Defense Secretary Brown, a man known for his calm and iron-fisted approach, was staring intently at the screen, muttering calculations under his breath.

"One hundred and thirty-seven... an average yield of five million tons... total energy... no, that's not right... its absorption efficiency... is one hundred percent? Impossible... this violates the second law of thermodynamics..."

His once incredibly sharp eyes were now unfocused and frantic, and he was in a state of madness with a complete breakdown of logic.

The president slumped in his chair, his eyes vacant, his already gray hair appearing to have turned even whiter in just a few hours.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only make a "ho ho" sound, like a broken bellows leaking air.

His pride, his dignity, and all the confidence he had as the president of the world's strongest nation were crushed to pieces before that dragon's mouth that seemed to devour the heavens and the earth.

The entire bunker was so silent that you could hear everyone's heavy breathing and the pounding of their hearts.

After a long while, an old general with gray hair finally spoke with difficulty in a tired and hoarse voice.

"Contact...contact the Dragon Kingdom."

His words were like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool, creating only a faint ripple.

A civilian official instinctively retorted, "General, we can't..."

"Can't what?"

The old general suddenly turned his head, and a terrifying light burst forth from his cloudy old eyes.

"Can't we surrender? Then what else can we do?!"

He pointed at the dragon on the screen, his voice suddenly rising, tinged with a hint of hysterical despair.

"Should we launch another batch of missiles as snacks for him?! Or should we send our aircraft carrier to give him a 'scratching' treatment?! What do we have to fight a god with?! Our arrogance?!"

A barrage of questions left the official blushing and speechless.

The old general's chest heaved violently. He looked around at everyone present, a desolate, bitter smile on his face.

"We lost. We were doomed the moment we decided to press that button."

"Not only did we fail to destroy our enemy, but we also pushed him to a height that we could not even look up to."

"We became the stepping stones on his path to godhood."

Stepping stone.

These three words, like three sharpest knives, pierced the hearts of every high-ranking official from the United States present.

Yes, they used humanity's most powerful weapon and launched a final attack that gambled with the fate of their nation. And what was the result?

The result was a grand dragon show, dedicated to the whole world.

And they were that foolish and ridiculous opera troupe that set up the stage.

How absurd!

How sad!

The old general walked heavily to the communications station.

He pushed aside the distraught communications soldier and picked up the communicator himself.

His hands were very steady.

His expression, at this moment, also returned to a soldier's calm, a deathly calm.

"Connected, Dragon Kingdom Supreme Command."

His orders were not to be questioned.

A few seconds later, the line was connected.

The old general took a deep breath and spoke clearly, word by word, into the communicator.

"Tell them."

"We, Country M."

"surrender."

His voice wasn't loud, but through the amplification equipment, it resonated clearly in every corner of the underground bunker.

"Unconditional surrender."

These few words seemed to drain all the strength from his body.

It also completely drained the last bit of energy and spirit from the United States, the former world hegemon.

The moment the word "surrender" was uttered.

Defense Secretary Brown's frantic calculations came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, completely unconscious.

Two streams of murky tears finally flowed from the president's empty eyes, and he became completely paralyzed.

The rest of the people either covered their faces and wept, beat their chests and stamped their feet, or let out wild, desperate howls.

The hegemony of an era came to a sudden and humiliating end in the most humiliating and thorough way.

From this moment on...

Country M will be completely reduced to dust in history.

A brand new world order, dominated by the Dragon Kingdom, will rise from these ruins.