Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

Several days later, deep in the wilderness.

A monster covered in crimson scales and resembling a giant lizard collapsed to the ground with a thud.

On its hard skull, a fist print was deeply embedded in the bone, and the surrounding skull bones were completely shattered.

Su Xuan stood beside the monster's corpse, expressionless, and cut open its abdomen, taking out an inner core that emitted a faint flame.

This was the New Year's gift he prepared for Lao Zhan: a high-level fire-attribute inner core, enough to allow Lao Zhan's cultivation, which had stagnated for many years, to advance further.

The moment he put away his inner core, the surrounding air suddenly froze.

A murderous aura suddenly surged in from all directions.

Several figures sprang from the shadows of the forest, their magical weapons coated with deadly poison slicing through the air, aiming straight for all of Su Xuan's vital points.

He is an assassin from the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group.

Su Xuan neither retreated nor dodged.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging headlong into the sky filled with the light of magical treasures.

The sheer physical strength, approaching 90,000 jin, erupted at this moment.

The first to arrive was an assassin wielding a top-grade flying sword, its tip aimed directly at Su Xuan's brow.

Su Xuan didn't even look, he simply raised his hand, spread his fingers, and grabbed it directly.

Click.

Under the horrified gazes of the assassins, the top-grade flying weapon, capable of cutting through gold and jade, remained firmly in Su Xuan's palm, unable to advance any further.

The next second, Su Xuan exerted force with his five fingers.

The sword, forged from fine iron, was crushed into countless flying iron filings in his hands.

The assassin was completely dumbfounded, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

According to the intelligence, this kid is only a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining. How could he possibly crush a top-grade magic weapon with his bare hands?

Before he could recover from his shock, Su Xuan's figure had already swept past him.

One punch.

A simple punch landed squarely on his chest.

The assassin's body exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"monster!"

"Retreat immediately!"

The remaining assassins finally realized what was happening, their faces filled with fear, and they turned to flee.

But it was all too late.

Su Xuan's figure weaved among them, so fast that only afterimages remained.

He neither drew his sword nor used magic.

It was just one punch.

One punch, one kill.

Wherever the fist struck, flesh and blood flew, and bones shattered.

In the blink of an eye, only the last assassin, whose body was still intact, remained on the ground.

Su Xuan stomped on his chest, and the bones under his foot cracked under the weight.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"

His voice was devoid of any warmth, as if it came from the coldest depths of the underworld.

"Yes, it's aimed at that old bastard Zhan Zhijie. Our commander invited Elder Zhang from the Xuan Sha Sect, and now, the town is already..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Su Xuan suddenly exerted force under his feet.

boom.

The assassin's chest collapsed completely, and his heart was crushed into a puddle of flesh.

An unprecedentedly terrifying aura erupted from Su Xuan's body, soaring straight into the sky.

He transformed into a streak of gray lightning and hurtled madly toward the town.

It was so fast that it even left a long white trail of air behind it.

He cannot lose them.

In this damned world, the noisy men of the Wolf Warrior mercenary group and the gentle woman who always served him food were his only family for the past eight years.

Anyone who dares to touch them will die.

As they ran, another group of figures appeared ahead.

This was the second line of defense set up by the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, consisting of more than twenty people, with the two leaders having reached the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Seeing Su Xuan charging towards them, they immediately formed a battle formation, and various magical lights shot into the sky.

"put!"

The leading cultivator roared in anger.

However, Su Xuan did not give them a chance at all.

He didn't slow down at all; he shot into the crowd like a cannonball.

boom.

The cultivators at the very front didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were smashed to pieces by the terrifying impact.

Su Xuan was completely blinded by rage.

He abandoned all defenses, letting the spells bombard him, scorching his robes and tearing his muscles.

The Asura Body operated wildly, and all injuries healed instantly.

He only does one thing.

Throw a punch.

Throw a punch!

That's a fucking punch!!

A punch was thrown, and the air exploded!

A cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, along with his protective magic shield, was blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

Another punch, and the ground collapsed!

Three rogue cultivators were killed by the aftershocks of the punch.

No nonsense, no pauses.

Slay gods if they encounter gods, slay Buddhas if they encounter Buddhas.

In less than ten breaths, the second line of defense was completely wiped out.

Su Xuan continued running forward without pausing, leaving a trail of blood and mangled flesh behind him.

Above the sky, this bloody and violent scene silenced seven billion people worldwide.

After a full half minute of dead silence in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, the barrage of comments finally burst forth.

"Kill them! Kill them all! These scum!"

"Holy crap, Su Shen has gone mad, he's really gone mad!"

"This is our Dragon Kingdom's War God! Anyone who dares to defy him will face his earth-shattering wrath!"

"I have absolutely no sympathy for those mercenaries, they deserve to die! They all deserve to die!"

Covered in a thick, pungent smell of blood, Su Xuan rushed back to the warm and peaceful town of his memories.

However, what awaited him was hell.

The houses collapsed, and the piercing cries and desperate wails mingled together, echoing through the sky.

He rushed frantically toward the street corner, toward the courtyard he knew best and frequented most often.

The fat man's house.

The courtyard gate, which should have been wafting the aroma of roasted meat, was now only half standing, hanging crookedly on the door frame.

Su Xuan kicked open the dilapidated courtyard gate.

Under the old locust tree in the courtyard, the fat man who was always smiling and talked about eating meat was hanging upside down from the tree trunk by a thick iron chain.

died!

He... is already dead!

He's completely dead!!

The fat man's usually narrow eyes were now wide open, filled with the immense pain and resentment he had suffered before his death.

Su Xuan's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

His eyes had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and trodden over withered bones.

At that moment, it was instantly covered with blood vessels.

He didn't scream, he didn't shed tears.

Without a word, he stepped forward, reached out his hands, and carefully lowered the fat man's cold body from the tree, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Then he turned and rushed to the next courtyard.

The home of Sister Hong, the leader of the gang.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and Sister Hong lay in a pool of blood in the center of the courtyard.

That fiery-tempered woman, who always shielded him in battle, knelt on the ground, dead!

The next courtyard.

The skinniest and fastest member of the group, Skinny Monkey, had his limbs nailed to the wall with long nails, his whole body spread out in a star shape, blood flowing from the wounds on his hands and feet, drawing four shocking bloodstains on the wall.

Every courtyard he passed through revealed the horrific deaths of his former comrades.

On the face of every teammate, there was a look of resentment and despair.

Su Xuan's heart began to panic.

An emotion he had never felt before, called fear, was like countless venomous snakes, frantically gnawing at his reason.

He had been through so many battles, never caring about his own life or death, and fearing nothing.

But now, he's afraid.

He was afraid that if he opened the next door, he would see another familiar face.

He feared that the woman who always served him food, with her gentle smile, would also fall in a pool of blood.

He feared that the man who had treated him like his own son and taught him all the skills to survive had also been tortured beyond recognition.

His breathing became heavy and muffled, like a broken bellows, and he couldn't help but let out low, beast-like growls from his throat.

In the global live broadcast room, 1.4 billion viewers in China watched this hell on earth through the sky screen.

No one spoke; the chat was completely blank.

Repression, extreme repression.

Anger, unventable anger.

Everyone felt as if a huge rock was lodged in their chest, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hold!"

"Kill them! Kill them all!!"

"Fatty...my Fatty..."

"I'm a grown man, crying like an idiot, I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it!"

"Are these even human? These beasts!"

In the Dragon Kingdom's live broadcast room, the suppressed anger and tears finally erupted at this moment.

On a forbidden island.

Su Ruoruo covered her mouth tightly to stop herself from crying out loud.

But tears had already overflowed, streaming down her face.

She knows her brother too well.

He can endure any pain and face any formidable enemy.

This one is the only one that won't do.

The pain of watching your family members being tortured and killed right before your eyes, and being powerless to do anything about it, is ten thousand times worse than being torn to pieces.

She looked at the trembling figure in the picture, whose eyes were bloodshot, and felt her heart break.

Alice, Scheres, Victoria, and the others who were not far away also fell silent at this moment.

As they watched the bloody scenes unfold in the sky, and saw the usually cold and powerful god of death reveal such vulnerability and pain for the first time, they were at a loss for how to react.

In the celestial display.

Su Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his sharp nails already deeply piercing his palms, and drops of bright red blood dripped from between his fingers, falling onto the blood-soaked snow and splashing into tiny blood flowers.