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

Su Xuan crushed Elder Zhang's head with a single stomp, and the overwhelming Asura killing intent slowly receded back into his body at that moment.

He didn't look at the several mutilated corpses on the ground anymore.

He walked step by step toward the blood-stained wooden stake.

Old Zhan was still hanging there, his breath so faint as a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He saw Su Xuan approaching, and seeing that Su Xuan was unharmed, he even managed a relieved smile.

Su Xuan walked up to him and stopped.

Then he bent his knees and knelt heavily on the snow soaked with blood.

He carefully untied the old man's broken body from the wooden stake and gently held it in his arms.

He looked down at the man in his arms who was barely clinging to life, and for the first time, a feeling of panic surfaced in his eyes.

"Team, I'm late."

Before he finished speaking, the spiritual energy within him, which had just subsided, surged wildly once again.

He tried desperately to protect the last vestige of his heart, which was already exhausted.

Su Xuan wanted to pull him back from the brink of death.

However, it was no use.

Old Zhan's injuries are too severe!

His life!

They couldn't keep them!

They simply can't be kept!

He used the last of his strength to grab Su Xuan's wrist tightly, stopping him from continuing this futile effort.

"No, don't waste your energy, kid..."

After Lao Zhan finished speaking, he looked at Su Xuan as if he were looking at his own son.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the holes in the courtyard wall, casting a gentle golden hue over this blood-red hell.

The old warrior seemed to have experienced a brief resurgence of energy, and his spirits had improved somewhat.

He grabbed Su Xuan's hand and said.

"Hey, hey... I still remember the first time I saw you five years ago... You were skinny and small, like a monkey. You were wandering alone in the wilderness, ignoring everyone."

"Five years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

Old Zhan reminisced about the past five years, going on and on.

He recalled how Fatty would always tear off a thigh and hand it to Su Xuan as soon as he finished grilling the meat.

He recalled how Sister Hong always protected him from behind, scolding him as a good-for-nothing but never letting him get hurt.

He recalled that Skinny Monkey always liked to race him, and he always lost and sighed in despair.

Those noisy, warm, and vivid scenes seem like they happened just yesterday.

As Lao Zhan spoke, cloudy tears streamed down his face.

He looked at Su Xuan and suddenly revealed a relieved smile.

"You little rascal...you've been hiding it well..."

"But this is fine, this... this is fine too..."

"In this cannibalistic world... can I... can I survive a little longer..."

The strength in his hand that was gripping Su Xuan's wrist began to rapidly diminish.

"Kid..."

"Okay, live well..."

"Go and see for us... for us useless bastards..."

"Let's go see... the true... glory... of this cultivation world..."

The last few words fell.

The hand that Lao Zhan was holding onto Su Xuan fell limply to the ground and slammed into the snow.

His head was tilted to one side!

He!! Has died!!!

Beyond the celestial canopy, the entire world is deathly silent.

Su Xuan remained frozen in the embrace, completely still.

The courtyard was eerily quiet.

Something was flashing wildly through Su Xuan's mind.

The fat man shoved a sizzling, oily monster leg into his hand, grinning foolishly.

"Kid, eat more, you're so skinny."

Sister Hong kicked the provocative mercenary away, shielded him behind her, and stood with her hands on her hips, cursing.

"You dare touch my people? You're asking for trouble!"

The skinny monkey hooked his arm around his shoulder, insisting on racing him to see who could reach the mountaintop first.

As a result, she always ended up exhausted and lying on the ground like a dog, yet she still stubbornly insisted that she was letting him have his way.

And there are teams!

The man who always had a stern face, teaching him how to find his way in the wilderness and how to dismember monsters in the least strenuous way.

She was lying in his arms at that moment, her body already cold.

These images, frame by frame, are so clear that it seems as if they happened just yesterday.

All those noisy, vibrant, and warm people are gone.

Smiling faces shattered in his mind, turning into the wide-open eyes of the fat man hanging upside down from the locust tree, into the back view of Sister Hong kneeling and dying in a pool of blood, into the miserable state of the skinny monkey nailed to the wall.

Suddenly, a cool, damp sensation came over my cheek.

Su Xuan subconsciously reached out his hand, which was stained with the blood of his enemies and comrades, and gently touched it.

These... these are tears.

He had traversed the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of the Qingyun Sect, and he had fought countless battles in the Great Wilderness.

His heart was already as hard as iron and as cold as ice.

He thought he would never have this feeling again.

But in those short five years, the warmth from his teammates who treated him like family broke a crack in his frozen world, letting in the only light.

But now, the light has gone out!

"ah!!!"

A suppressed roar, seemingly tearing at the soul, suddenly erupted from the depths of Su Xuan's throat.

He carefully and gently placed the old man's mangled body on the ground.

Then, he bent his knees and knelt heavily on the snow that was completely stained dark red with blood.

boom!

boom!

boom!

He clenched his fist and slammed it wildly against the hard, cold ground.

Every punch was delivered with all his might!

The skin and flesh instantly tore open, and blood gushed out!

"Why are you wandering around like that..."

He lowered his head, his words filled with endless loneliness and despair.

"I'm alone again..."

Five years ago, he was alone.

Five years later, he was alone again.

Beyond the celestial canopy, in the global live-streaming rooms, there was a deathly silence.

Those 1.4 billion viewers in China who were just thrilled by Su Xuan's violent revenge.

At this moment, seeing the figure kneeling in the corpses and pools of blood, crying like a lost child, in the sky, everyone's heart broke.

The comments section went completely silent.

A few seconds later, one word after another appeared, trembling.

"I...I can't take it anymore..."

"Don't cry, Su Shen, please don't cry..."

"He could kill his way through the peak Qi Refining stage, yet he couldn't save a single family member. What the hell does that make him?!"

"He's still a child, he just wants a home..."

"Waaaaah, my heart is breaking. I'm a grown man, and I'm crying like a complete idiot."

"How did I end up alone again after all this time...?" That sentence completely broke me down. Who can understand?!

Suppressed sobs echoed in countless homes across the Dragon Kingdom.

The screen was filled with comments expressing sympathy for Su Shen and tears streaming down their faces.

Night fell, completely enveloping the blood-soaked courtyard.

Su Xuan stopped crying, and her eyes, which had just been filled with tears, now only had a heart-wrenching emptiness.

He turned and walked step by step into the depths of the town.

The best carpenter's shop in town was closed.

Su Xuan kicked it away.

He didn't speak, but silently selected the sturdiest and most beautifully grained wood, which would be used to make the coffin.

He carried the timber on his shoulder and returned to the courtyard that had become hell.

He began preparing his family members for their final moments.

He walked to the fat man's body and carefully wiped away the blood and terror from his face with clean water. The fat man's round face still seemed to have his usual honest smile on it.

He combed Hongjie's long hair, which was stuck together with blood, and straightened her torn red dress to cover her wounds.

One after another.

How could anyone not cry at this scene!

Beyond the backdrop of the sky, audiences around the world burst into tears!

"He... he's collecting the bodies of his teammates..."

"Stop filming! I beg you, please stop filming in this forbidden area! I really can't take it anymore!"

"Su Shen wiped everyone clean, making them look like they were asleep."

"He could have burned all of this down! But he didn't; he was sending them off in the gentlest way possible."

On the forbidden island, Su Ruoruo covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.

But tears blurred her vision.

Alice, Xue Nai, Victoria, and the others remained silent. As they watched the figure patiently tidying up the deceased's face in the pool of blood, their feelings for Su Xuan became more complicated.

Su Xuan placed everyone into the coffins he had personally crafted, and the moment he closed the lid, he forever shut out all the warmth and noise from the outside world.

Finally, he walked to the old warrior's body.

Instead of placing the old man in a coffin, he tied the cold, stiff body to his broad back.

He wanted to personally carry the team through this final leg of their journey.

He lifted the heavy coffins and stepped out of the town that had given him five years of warmth and then plunged him into an endless hell.

He didn't turn around.

He carried the corpse on his back and pulled the coffin, heading towards the depths of that dark wilderness.

As he stepped into the Great Wilderness, an invisible yet terrifyingly malevolent aura emanated from his body.

That was the Asura's killing intent, condensed over several years amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, now materialized, mixed with boundless grief.

Wherever he went, the vegetation withered and died at a visible speed, as if all its vitality had been drained away.

The night breeze stopped, and the chirping of insects ceased.

In the Great Wilderness, those high-level demonic beasts that were usually ferocious and bloodthirsty and held sway over their own territory were all awakened from their lairs after sensing this aura that made their souls tremble.

All demons retreated, and all evil fell silent.

The audience outside the canopy, watching this bizarre yet shocking scene, were completely speechless.

"Then, those monsters... are they afraid?"

"It wasn't fear, it was terror, a subservience from the depths of their blood! They dared not obstruct the king's funeral procession!"

"He alone is an army; he alone is a funeral."

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Su Xuan stopped.

He chose a spot halfway up the mountain.

The scenery here is beautiful, and the moonlight is as clear as water.

More importantly, the spiritual energy here is several times richer than that of the outside world, making it a rare and auspicious place.

He gently laid Lao Zhan's body down and leaned it against a tree.

Then, he began to dig a grave in the hard earth with his own hands.

A handful of soil, a handful of land, being dug up.

He dug the grave and placed the coffins inside one by one.

After backfilling the soil, he moved several huge bluestones, using his fingers as swords, and began to carve words on the stone surfaces.

"The Tomb of Zhan Zhijie of the War Wolf Mercenary Group."

"The Tomb of Zhao Dahai, Member of the Wolf Warrior Mercenary Group".

"The Tomb of Liu Hong, Member of the Wolf Warrior Mercenary Group."

"The Tomb of Hou San, Member of the Wolf Warrior Mercenary Group."

……

He didn't withdraw his hand until the last name was engraved.

After doing all this, he took out jar after jar of strong liquor.

The strong liquor burned my throat like a knife.

He drank jar after jar, as if trying to numb his already battered heart with this potent liquor.

After drinking some, he poured the rest of the wine onto the newly piled mounds of earth in front of him.

"Old Zhan... Fatty... Sister Hong... Skinny Monkey..."

"I'm taking you home."

"What you're saying is the glory of this cultivation world..."

He gulped down another mouthful of wine, and tears streamed down his face even more fiercely.

"I'll go check for you..."

"Including your share...together..."

The last few words carried an overwhelming sense of oppression and sorrow.

He finished the last jar of wine, and the hand that was gripping the jar loosened weakly.

Snapped.

The wine jar was smashed on the ground and shattered into pieces.

Su Xuan knelt before the grave, his body swaying, but he eventually stood up slowly.

His back was to those few lonely graves.

In the celestial display!

The cold moonlight shone on his silhouette and on those cold tombstones.

The live stream room in Longguo was flooded with messages for a long time.

"Farewell, team!"

"Farewell, team!!"

"Farewell, team!!"

"Sigh, good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. This cultivation world is just too damn awful."

"Su Shen has become a different person again. I really can't bear to see this."

"Stop talking. I just hope Su Shen can get a good night's sleep. He's too tired."

The hearts of 1.4 billion viewers in China were gripped with apprehension.

Looking at that lonely figure, they felt endless heartache.

On the forbidden island, Su Ruoruo's eyes were red and swollen from crying. She stared intently at the sky, unable to utter a single word.

Alice, Victoria, and the others standing nearby also remained unusually silent.

This bloody reality gave them a deeper understanding of the cruelty of the cultivation world.

In the deathly silence of the sky.

The earth shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar came from the depths of the wilderness.

The viewers in the live stream felt a chill.

What was that sound?

"Holy crap, is it going to be another monster?"

The camera suddenly zoomed out from the sky.

In the distance, a colossal beast, as large as a small mountain, was seen trudging heavily through the forest.

The giant bear was clearly attracted by the strong smell of blood and the aroma of strong liquor in the area.

Its nose sniffed the air, and its pair of crimson beast eyes instantly locked onto the thin human figure in front of the grave, as well as the faint life force emanating from those new graves.

In its view, this was a perfect late-night snack.

"roar!"

The Black Flame Bear let out a greedy roar, its massive body transforming into a bolt of black lightning, charging towards Su Xuan with overwhelming force.

That gaping maw was big enough to swallow Su Xuan whole, bones and all.

"Su Shen! Watch out!"

"Run! That's a demonic beast at the peak of Qi Refining!"

"It's over, it's over! Su Shen drank so much and is so heartbroken, how can he possibly win!"

The Dragon Kingdom's live stream room exploded instantly, and everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Su Ruoruo turned pale with fright and screamed!

"elder brother!"

Faced with this deadly attack, Su Xuan didn't even turn around.

He slowly stood up only after the foul-smelling wind had tousled his long hair.

He turned around.

The moment those previously empty eyes saw the Black Flame Giant Bear, all the sadness and emptiness vanished, replaced by an endless killing intent powerful enough to freeze the soul.

He did not draw his sword.

Faced with that colossal creature several times his size, he simply raised his fist.

The first punch.

The black flame bear's claws were already slamming down in front of him, but Su Xuan neither dodged nor avoided them, and instead met the attack with a punch.

boom!

The moment their fists and claws collided, a muffled, loud bang erupted.

The immense force, approaching 90,000 jin, was unleashed without reservation.

Under this punch, his massive body was slammed backward by an irresistible force, flying more than ten feet away and crashing into several large trees that could be embraced with one arm.

The whole world fell silent.

In the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, the chat stopped.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the figure slowly retracting his fist, their minds blank.

The black flame bear struggled to its feet, and for the first time, fear appeared in its eyes as it looked at Su Xuan.

It couldn't understand how such terrifying power could be contained within the seemingly weak human body before it.

Su Xuan made a move.

He tapped his foot and vanished from the spot.

In the next instant, he appeared on top of the Black Flame Giant Bear.

The second punch.

He slammed his fist down, hitting the giant bear squarely on the top of its head.

boom!

The giant bear's massive head slammed into the ground by the punch, and black flames of blood instantly shot out from its seven orifices.

"Awooo..."

A heart-wrenching scream came from the giant bear's throat.

It was utterly terrified and lost all its ferocity.

The enormous head banged wildly against the ground, as if begging for mercy.

Su Xuan's figure landed silently in front of it.

The third punch.

He gave it no further chances and punched the giant bear directly in the jaw.

That punch shattered his jaw!

Three punches.

Just three punches.

A powerful Qi Refining Peak demon beast, which once dominated the region, was beaten so badly that its bones were broken and it knelt down begging for mercy.

Beyond the celestial canopy, the world is silent.

"What...what did I just see? Three punches...just three punches?"

"Is this Su Shen's true strength? He's this powerful even after drinking?"

"That's a Qi Refining Peak level demonic beast, on par with Elder Zhang from before. It's like a toy in front of Su Shen!"

Su Xuan placed one foot on the head of the Black Flame Giant Bear, looking down at it.

The giant bear trembled, its beastly eyes filled with pleading.

Su Xuan didn't kill it; instead, he commanded it!

A cold voice echoed deep within the giant bear's soul.

"Stay here."

"Within a hundred years, if any human or demonic beast dares to disturb their eternal slumber..."

"I want you to be utterly destroyed, soul and all!"

The Black Flame Giant Bear lowered its proud head and kowtowed repeatedly to Su Xuan, then obediently crawled to the side of the new graves and lay down.

After doing all this, Su Xuan took one last, and most profound, look at the graves behind him.

That one glance seemed to etch the images of his comrades into his soul forever.

Then, he resolutely turned around and strode into the endless darkness.

His silhouette remained solitary, yet imbued with a newfound resolve.

The overwhelming killing intent was no longer contained, but instead materialized and pointed directly in the direction of the Xuan Sha Sect.