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

In the courtyard, two vice-leaders of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group were holding barbed blood whips, their faces full of sinister smiles.

"Old man, where's the Foundation Establishment Pill? Tell me or I'll whip you and kill you!"

Hearing the heavy wooden door close, the two turned around at the same time.

They stared at the young man, covered in blood and standing alone at the door, and were first taken aback before bursting into contemptuous laughter.

"Hey, isn't this that weakling from the War Wolf Mercenary Group, who's only at the sixth level of Qi Refining? I thought he was a fish that slipped through the net, but he delivered himself right to our doorstep."

One of the deputy commanders, whose face was scarred, swung his blood whip with great interest; the barbs at the end of the whip still bore traces of the old warrior's flesh and blood.

Hanging from the wooden stake, the old warrior, no longer recognizable as a human, used his last bit of strength to roar out.

"Kid...run! Don't worry about me! Run!"

Su Xuan did not run away.

He didn't even glance at the two deputy regimental commanders.

He simply turned his hand and slammed the heavy courtyard gate shut completely.

This place became an impenetrable iron prison.

After he finished doing all this, he slowly turned around.

"run?"

The scarred-faced deputy commander was laughing so hard he almost cried. He pointed at Su Xuan and said to his companions.

"Did you hear that? This good-for-nothing actually locked the door. Is he afraid we'll run away? Hahahaha."

Another deputy commander joined in the laughter, and the courtyard was filled with their boisterous shouts.

Su Xuan ignored their mockery.

He slowly drew the ordinary iron sword that had been with him for five years from his back.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

The moment the iron sword was fully drawn, an indescribable, terrifying aura erupted from Su Xuan's body.

A pure killing intent, condensed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, called Asura.

The temperature in the entire courtyard suddenly dropped, as if it had plunged from warm spring into the dead of winter in an instant.

On the ground, a layer of visible frost began to form on the snow stained with blood.

The laughter of the two deputy commanders abruptly stopped.

What happened?

How could this kid's aura be so terrifying?

This murderous aura, which even made those at the ninth level of Qi Refining feel palpitations, was definitely not something a mere sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator could possess.

Su Xuan raised his head.

Those once clear eyes had now turned into a pure, unadulterated blood red.

"Tonight, none of you will be spared."

The two scarred deputy commanders stared at Su Xuan's blood-red eyes for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha!"

The man on the left laughed so hard he bent over, pointing at Su Xuan and saying to his companion.

"Did you hear that? A useless Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator said he'd leave no one alive. I think he's gone mad with fear."

The other man flicked the iron whip in his hand, which was stained with the old warrior's blood and flesh, and sneered.

"Fine, then I'll grant your wish and send you to keep those dead bastards company!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed forward with his right hand, unleashing a torrent of violent spiritual power from the ninth level of Qi Refining.

The air in the entire courtyard seemed to distort at that moment, and a huge, blood-red wolf claw materialized in mid-air, slamming down on Su Xuan's head.

The spiritual pressure from this claw was enough to make any cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining collapse to the ground on the spot, their internal organs ruptured.

Su Xuan stood still, without moving an inch.

He raised his right hand.

The spiritual power that had been dormant within him for five years erupted completely at this moment.

His true cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Refining soared into the sky, and the shockwave formed by his spiritual energy visibly exploded from his body, shattering the bluestone slab beneath his feet and sending fragments flying everywhere.

The overwhelming crimson wolf claw made contact with Su Xuan's spiritual energy wave the instant it struck.

Click.

Broken.

It didn't dissipate slowly; it was directly shattered into countless blood-red light spots, dissipating in mid-air.

The laughter in the courtyard abruptly stopped.

The deputy commander who made the move froze on the spot, his playful expression replaced by extreme horror, and his voice changed.

"Ninth level of Qi Refining?! That's impossible! You've been hiding your cultivation level!"

Su Xuan didn't give him a chance to waste words.

The bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered again, and he vanished from the spot.

The next instant, he was already standing right in front of the deputy commander, inches away.

The deputy commander's hair stood on end. He instinctively wanted to back away, but his legs couldn't move an inch under this terrifying pressure.

One punch.

A force approaching 90,000 jin was concentrated in a single fist and slammed into the opponent's chest.

boom!

The protective inner energy couldn't even last half a breath before shattering.

The sternum of the deputy commander at the ninth level of Qi Refining visibly collapsed.

His ribs were broken, and his internal organs were turned into a pile of mud by the terrifying impact.

He coughed up blood, his body flew more than ten feet off the ground, crashed through the thick courtyard wall behind him, and disappeared into the rubble and dust.

From the start to the end.

One breath.

Another scarred deputy commander's legs were trembling. The iron whip slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound. He didn't even have the courage to bend down and pick it up.

"Strange, monster..."

He retreated desperately, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, activating his strongest defensive magic weapon to its limit. A black iron shield emitting a ghostly blue light appeared out of thin air, protecting him entirely.

This was a top-grade defensive magic weapon that he had bought with his savings of three years. It had once blocked a full-force attack from a Qi Refining Level 9 expert without leaving a single crack.

Su Xuan stared at the black iron shield, his steps unwavering.

He stepped forward.

He threw a punch.

boom!

A visible dent instantly appeared on the surface of the black iron shield, and a dark blue light flickered violently.

The deputy commander behind the shield was jolted back three steps by the immense force, his arms went numb, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down his wrists.

"Impossible! This is a top-grade magic artifact! How could you...?"

The second punch.

boom!

The dent widened, and the first crack appeared on the shield surface.

"Stop! You..."

The third punch!

boom!

Cracks spread, the shield creaked under the strain, and the eerie blue light began to flicker.

The deputy commander was completely panicked, his voice becoming shrill and distorted.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Su Xuan ignored him, throwing punch after punch, each one fueled by extreme rage to avenge his teammates.

There are no fancy moves, just the most primitive and violent heavy blows.

The recoil from the magical artifact continued to impact his fist bones, causing his skin and flesh to tear, leaving a bloody mess and the bones faintly visible.

He didn't even glance at it.

The fourth punch.

The fifth punch.

The sixth punch!

boom!!

The top-grade black iron shield, which was said to be able to withstand a full-force attack from a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, was split in two from the middle by Su Xuan's sixth punch, with fragments flying everywhere.

The deputy commander, having lost all his support, collapsed to his knees, trembling all over. He looked up at Su Xuan, only one word escaping his lips.

"Don't……"

Su Xuan's fist didn't stop, and it slammed into his shoulder blade.

Click.

His entire right arm drooped down at an odd angle, the white bone piercing through the flesh, and blood gushing out.

The deputy commander let out a piercing scream as he was slammed to the ground by the immense force.

He struggled to get up, but Su Xuan stepped on his back.

Kara.

A muffled thud of a shattering spine rang out, followed by a sudden, sharp rise in screams that abruptly ceased, leaving only a groaning sound from the throat.

The entire courtyard fell silent.

Only the soft sound of blood dripping onto the gravel and the lingering dust in the distance could be heard.

Beyond the celestial canopy, seven billion people worldwide fell completely silent at that moment.

After a three-second silence in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, the chat exploded with comments.

"Kill! Well done! Beat them to death!"

"One punch and he's a Qi Refining Stage 9 cultivator! Is this what 90,000 jin of force looks like? I'm totally satisfied!"

"That top-grade magic weapon was shattered in six punches, and you call that the ninth level of Qi Refining? Is this the combat power expected of someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining?"

"That one in front is invincible among its peers, the ultimate in violence."

"The force of the magic weapon's recoil shattered his fist, but it healed without him even blinking. What kind of physique is that?!"

"I cried. He went to save Lao Zhan right after he finished fighting. He really treats them like family..."

On a forbidden island.

Su Ruo bit her lower lip hard, tears streaming down her face.

She stared intently at the blood-soaked figure in the sky.

My brother is amazing.

For the past five years, he has been protecting these people, who have never known just how terrifying the quiet and reserved boy beside them really is.

The aerial display continues.

Su Xuan withdrew his foot, not glancing at the two convulsing bodies on the ground again, and turned to walk towards Lao Zhan, who was suspended from the wooden stake by iron chains.

His movements were extremely gentle as he untied the blood-stained iron chains binding the old warrior one by one, carefully placing the battered body on the ground.

Old Zhan was covered in blood and his breath was extremely weak, but his cloudy eyes were still open, staring intently at Su Xuan.

His lips moved, and he uttered a few words with difficulty.

"Kid...you've been lying to us all along..."

Su Xuan did not answer, but took out a pill from his pocket and put it into Lao Zhan's mouth.

Old Zhan's breathing stabilized slightly, and he spoke again.

"What... exactly is your cultivation level...?"

"Stop talking," Su Xuan said, his voice extremely low and hoarse.

"Wait until I've finished killing everyone!"

He stood up, slowly drew the iron sword that had been with him for five years from his back, and turned to the two still twitching bodies on the ground.