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

The scene on the screen suddenly shifted from the deep, silent cave.

Rumble!

A deafening roar erupted from inside the mountain.

The next moment, the mountain collapsed.

Countless tons of rock were ripped from the inside by a terrifying force, instantly turning into dust.

In the heart of the billowing dust, a figure slowly emerged.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, and his clothes remained simple as he casually took each step.

But the space beneath his feet rippled like water.

Su Xuan broke through the barrier and emerged.

He did not conceal his whereabouts, nor did he restrain the overwhelming murderous aura that was purely formed from blood and qi.

That aura, condensed into a tangible substance, transformed into a visible plume of blood-red smoke that shot straight into the sky, dyeing the clouds within a hundred miles a strange crimson.

For the Xuan Sha Sect disciples who were frantically searching through this mountain range, this aura was like the brightest beacon in the darkness.

"Yes, over there!"

"What a terrifying aura! What kind of monster has been unleashed!"

"Quickly, inform the sect leader!"

A disciple trembled as he crushed the communication jade talisman in his hand.

Almost the instant the jade talisman shattered.

"Found it!"

A roar filled with boundless rage and murderous intent came from the horizon.

The sky was torn apart.

A streak of dark light pierced the sky at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, arriving in an instant and hovering above Su Xuan.

The newcomer was none other than Zhao Wuji, the sect leader of the Xuan Sha Sect.

The terrifying pressure of the early Foundation Establishment stage descended like the collapse of the sky, engulfing the entire world.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the slender figure below.

"You little beast, I've finally found you!"

Zhao Wuji's voice was filled with resentment as he looked down at the culprit who had destroyed his sect and seized his century-old foundation.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

"I will tear you to pieces, tear your soul from your body, and refine it into something else entirely, so that you may neither live nor die!"

Without uttering another word, he directly unleashed his natal magic weapon.

It was a long sword that was entirely black and covered with strange runes.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

"Mysterious Demonic Light Sword, Slash!"

Zhao Wuji formed hand seals and frantically poured all his spiritual power into the flying sword.

hum!

The longsword emitted a piercing hum, swelled in the wind, and instantly transformed into a terrifying sword beam a hundred feet long.

Black mist swirled around the sword's edge, and countless wronged souls could be faintly seen wailing within it.

The sword light, carrying the deadly intent to cleave mountains and rivers and annihilate everything, slashed down towards Su Xuan.

This sword strike was his full-force attack at the Foundation Establishment stage, enough to level a small mountain.

Beyond the backdrop of the sky, viewers around the world held their breath.

"Here it comes, here it comes, a full-force attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

"Oh no, how are we supposed to block this? It's like the sky is falling!"

"Su Shen, get out of the way!"

On the forbidden island, Su Ruoruo covered her mouth in fright, her face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled.

Alice, Victoria, and the others also looked grave. In their view, Su Xuan had no chance of surviving such a devastating attack.

However, in the picture...

Faced with this fatal sword strike, Su Xuan didn't even raise his head.

He just stood there, neither dodging nor flinching.

Only when the hundred-foot-long sword beam, carrying endless destructive aura, pressed down on his head did he slowly raise his right hand and simply clench it into a fist.

Then, he threw a punch at the sky.

There is no spiritual power, no magic, only the purest, most primitive, and most savage physical power.

This punch made no sound.

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

The hundred-foot-long black sword beam, powerful enough to cleave mountains and rivers, stopped in mid-air the moment it touched that seemingly ordinary fist.

one second.

two seconds.

Click.

A very faint cracking sound rang out.

Immediately afterward, the hundred-foot-long sword beam, starting from the point of contact between the fists, shattered inch by inch, disintegrating into countless black specks of light that vanished without a trace.

The whole world fell silent.

After a few seconds of dead silence, the live stream room in China was instantly flooded with a tsunami of comments.

Holy crap!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"One punch? Just one punch? And it knocked that thing away?"

"What the hell am I seeing? Is this special effects? Is that a human being able to throw a punch like that?"

"I declare that from this day forward, Su Shen is my one and only god!"

High in the sky, the ferocity and resentment on Zhao Wuji's face froze completely.

He stared blankly at the figure below slowly retracting its fist, his mind completely blank.

puff!

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His natal magic weapon, the Xuan Sha Demon Light Sword, suffered a terrifying backlash the moment its sword light was shattered.

The blade was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"No, that's impossible!"

Zhao Wuji let out a scream as if he had seen a ghost. His understanding and his worldview were completely shattered by Su Xuan's punch at this moment.

"You, you're not in the Qi Refining stage!"

"What kind of monster are you! How is it possible for someone at the Qi Refining stage to possess such power to shatter the void?!"

Su Xuan did not answer him.

Because a dead person doesn't need to know that much.

His figure vanished from the spot.

Its sheer speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of what a Foundation Establishment stage divine sense could capture.

When Zhao Wuji sensed Su Xuan's aura again, the figure had already appeared in front of him, less than three feet away.

The fist that had just shattered the hundred-foot-long sword beam was raised again and smashed towards his face.

The punch wasn't fast; Zhao Wuji could even clearly see tiny black cracks appearing in the air around it.

That was space, wailing, shattering.

"No!"

Zhao Wuji was terrified. He desperately channeled all his spiritual power to set up more than a dozen defensive spells in front of him.

His protective aura during the Foundation Establishment stage was pushed to its limit.

However, it was of no use.

Faced with Su Xuan's overwhelming force of 100,000 jin, all spells and defenses were as fragile as a piece of paper.

The fist landed.

The dozen or so defensive spells collapsed like bubbles at the first touch.

The protective aura of the Foundation Establishment stage cultivator vanished without causing a ripple.

boom.

A muffled thud.

Zhao Wuji's entire head, along with his upper body, was blown apart by this punch.

Blood rained down, mixed with bits of flesh and bones.

Zhao Wuji, the sect leader of the Xuan Sha Sect and a Foundation Establishment stage expert, was annihilated, both his soul and spirit destroyed.

He couldn't even let out a complete scream.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent.

Those Xuan Sha Sect elders and elite disciples who had just arrived, ready to witness their sect leader display his divine power and slaughter their enemies, were all frozen in place.

They stared at the blood-red rain in the sky, at the figure bathed in the blood-red rain, seemingly an invincible god or demon, and were so terrified that they couldn't even muster the thought of running away.

Su Xuan turned around, his empty eyes sweeping over the Xuan Sha Sect disciples below who were standing there dumbfounded.

He threw another punch.

One punch.

Another punch.

Each punch unleashed a visible white shockwave.

Wherever the shockwave passed, whether it was an elder at the peak of Qi Refining or an ordinary inner disciple, their bodies were as if struck head-on by a battering ram, instantly exploding into clouds of blood mist.

This was a one-sided, decisive victory.

The image on the sky finally froze.

Su Xuan stood in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Beneath his feet were the remains of powerful figures accumulated by the Xuan Sha Sect over hundreds of years, and behind him was a rain of blood falling from the sky.

His silhouette remained solitary, yet it carried an invincible aura that could scare away even gods and demons.

The image on the sky finally froze, showing that lonely figure amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, slowly darkening until it disappeared completely.

The whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Inside the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, hundreds of millions of viewers stared blankly at the black screen.

The devastating, violently aesthetic scene they had just witnessed was still echoing in their minds.

The live chat stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, a suppressed sob was heard, and an audience member covered his face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Su Shen... he avenged them, he avenged his comrades."

This sentence ignited the fuse.

"Waaaaah, it's so tragic, Su Shen is so pitiful, he carried everything alone."

"That was awesome, damn it, that was so awesome! One punch and I blasted a Foundation Establishment cultivator to pieces! Who else can do that?!"