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

The five-colored divine light was absorbed into his body by one inch, and Su Xuan descended into the air, his gray robe fluttering in the air currents.

The light faded, but the spiritual pressure did not disappear; instead, it became even more solid, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's heads.

More than three hundred Vajra Sect disciples on the mountainside of Alchemy Peak were prostrate on the ground. Some were laughing, some were crying, and some were trembling so much that they couldn't even speak.

Lu Qingyun's knees were still on the stone slab, his teeth were grinding, his face was flushed red, and his nascent soul essence was circulating wildly in his body, resisting the terrifying pressure that descended from the sky.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Ten breaths.

The spiritual pressure was slowly decreasing, receding little by little like the tide.

Lu Qingyun braced himself with his arms, his fingernails leaving white marks on the stone slab, and finally stood up.

Chen Tiangang took five more breaths than him to roll over from his prone position, with purple-gold lightning arcs dancing on his body and his face covered in dust and bloodstains.

His first reaction was to look up at the gray-robed figure in mid-air.

Early stage of Golden Elixir.

The cultivation fluctuations emanating from Su Xuan clearly indicated that he was at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Chen Tiangang's eyes were bloodshot, and the fear in his pupils was completely overwhelmed by another emotion at this moment.

humiliation.

He, the Lord of Tianlei City, a cultivator at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was pressed to the ground by a cultivator at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

In front of Lu Qingyun and in front of more than 300 people from the Vajra Sect, he lay face down on the stone slab like a dog.

"Su Xuan!"

Chen Tiangang's voice was hoarse, his finger pointed at the person in mid-air, and his whole arm was trembling.

"You killed my son, you destroyed nineteen years of peace in Thunder City. So what if you've broken through today? You're just a Golden Core cultivator in the early stages; do you think you can turn the world upside down?"

His voice grew louder and louder, almost a roar.

"I will tear you apart, I will use your blood to appease my son's spirit in heaven!"

Su Xuan landed in mid-air, three zhang above the ground.

A five-colored light flashed and disappeared deep within his pupils, his face expressionless.

He glanced at Chen Tiangang as if he were looking at a dead corpse.

Lu Qingyun stood to the side without saying a word.

The sword mark between his brows throbbed, his gaze fixed on Su Xuan, trying to see through him.

With his cultivation at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, it was impossible for him to release that level of spiritual pressure. So what was that pressure that was several times stronger than his peak Nascent Soul realm?

The Grand Elder stood up, supporting himself with the Gengjin Divine Sword, his left arm still hanging down, the one with the broken bone.

He staggered forward a step and uttered two words.

"Elder Su, be careful!"

The Golden Core elders behind him who were still able to move also struggled to their feet, their magical artifacts glowing as they tried to shield Su Xuan.

Su Xuan raised his right hand slightly.

A gentle, five-colored spiritual energy surged from his palm, lifting the Grand Elder and everyone behind him like a warm breeze, and gently propelling them thirty feet backward.

When the elder’s foot landed on the ground, there was no vibration at all; it was lighter than a feather.

He glanced down at his feet, then looked up at Su Xuan's back. His lips moved, but he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

That spiritual energy was so gentle, so mild that he didn't even feel the pain in his broken bones. But the control it exerted was so precise that not a single drop of spiritual energy was wasted.

Su Xuan withdrew his hand and his gaze returned to Chen Tiangang.

"You've been looking for me for nineteen years."

The voice was flat, without much variation, as if stating a trivial fact.

"I'll give you a chance today."

"It not only distinguishes between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death."

Chen Tiangang was stunned for a moment.

Lu Qingyun's brows twitched slightly.

The entire Alchemy Peak fell silent.

More than three hundred Vajra Sect disciples, the Grand Elder, and Zhou Yuan all stared in disbelief at the gray-robed youth in mid-air.

A Golden Core cultivator actively challenges an early Nascent Soul cultivator?

Chen Tiangang was stunned at first, then a laugh escaped his throat.

The laughter grew louder and more manic until, in the end, the person was shaking with laughter.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

He said "good" three times in a row, and the purple-gold lightning arc on his body surface increased threefold.

"You, a piece of trash who just formed your core, dare to bring up a life-or-death battle with me?"

"Fine! I agree!"

"I won't let you die easily today. I'll skin you alive inch by inch, break every bone in your body, and make you die in the most agonizing torture!"

The main peak of the Vajra Sect.

The sect leader rushed to the edge of the cliff in two steps, and with a leap, he was about to fly towards the Alchemy Peak.

A voice echoed in his mind, carrying an undeniable calm.

"Sect Master, please rest assured."

"I can crush an ant."

The sect leader's feet landed on the edge of the cliff, and he froze.

He turned his head to look at the gray-robed figure in the direction of the Alchemy Peak, opened his mouth, but ultimately did not move.

Blue Star, Dragon Kingdom Live Stream Room.

The barrage of comments scrolled from the bottom to the top of the screen without stopping for a moment.

"Is Su Shen going to fight a Nascent Soul cultivator with a Golden Core? Did I hear that right?"

"Crossing a major realm—has anyone in the entire history of cultivation ever accomplished that?"

"Wasn't that spiritual pressure stronger than that of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator? He should be stable, right?"

"Spiritual pressure is one thing, but who knows what will happen if we actually fight? My palms are sweaty."

"Su Shen's tone when he said 'ant' was so cool, I screen-recorded it."

Within the forbidden area, the chosen ones from several countries also stared at the sky.

Anna gripped her knees with both hands, leaned forward, and mumbled something.

Yukina stared coldly at the screen, her fingers tapping lightly on her knees.

Alice sat in the corner, her lips pursed, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Above Alchemy Peak.

Su Xuan lifted his foot, and his whole body transformed into a five-colored stream of light, rushing into the sky at such a speed that it left a white trail in the air.

Chen Tiangang followed suit, soaring into the air, his entire body enveloped in purple-gold lightning, and chased after Su Xuan.

Two beams of light shot into the clouds one after the other, piercing through the thick cloud layer and stopping high in the sky.

At this height, the Vajra Sect's mountain gate below appears as a tiny dot.

On the ground, three thousand disciples looked up at the sky, and the eyes of the Grand Elder, Zhou Yuan, the Sect Master, and everyone else were fixed on those two beams of light.

Lu Qingyun stood halfway up the mountain, arms crossed, squinting at the sky.

Chen Tiangang's figure stopped high in the sky, a hundred feet away from Su Xuan.

His face was illuminated by the purple-gold lightning, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Nineteen years," Chen Tiangang's voice was squeezed out of his throat, each word dripping with blood.

"I have been waiting for this day for nineteen years."

Su Xuan stood a hundred feet away, his gray robe fluttering in the wind high in the sky, his hands behind his back, his face as calm as water.

"Then let's go."

Chen Tiangang made a move.

There was no probing, no idle chatter.

At this moment, all the true essence of the early Nascent Soul stage poured out, and purple-gold lightning surged from his body—not just one or two bolts, but hundreds and thousands. Each bolt of lightning was as thick as an arm, intertwining and weaving together to form a giant net covering several miles in mid-air.

Destroy the lightning net.

His trump card, a killing move he had prepared specifically for Su Xuan over the past nineteen years.

A net of lightning descended upon Su Xuan, covering the entire area. Purple-gold arcs of electricity danced across the surface of the net, scorching the air and distorting even the light.

The spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator, enveloped in a net of lightning, descended from the clouds like a divine punishment, threatening to crush the tiny figure below into ashes.

On the ground, one of the three thousand disciples cried out in surprise.

The Grand Elder gripped the hilt of the Gengjin Divine Sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The blue star barrage of comments jumped wildly.

"That attack must have been powerful enough to destroy at least a city, right?"

"Can Su Shen handle it? He's really only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm!"

The destructive lightning net pressed down from thousands of feet in the sky, with purple-gold arcs of electricity leaping wildly across its surface. The air within a radius of several miles was scorched and acrid, and even the clouds were ripped open.

Su Xuan made a move.

It wasn't retreating, nor was it taking the hit head-on; it was squeezing into the gaps in the lightning net.

His figure transformed into a five-colored afterimage at that moment. Water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, and metal generates water. The cycle of mutual generation of the five elements circulated rapidly within his body, and each cycle added a buff to his speed.

The first bolt of lightning struck from the left. He turned to the side, and the lightning grazed past his sleeve without even touching his clothes.

The second bolt struck from above. He touched the air with his toes and moved three zhang to the side. The bolt exploded into a ball of purple-gold light where he had been standing.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

A giant net of hundreds and thousands of lightning bolts spread down from the sky, with gaps of less than half a zhang between each grid. Any Golden Core cultivator would have been charred to death long ago.

Su Xuan darted through the half-zhang gap like a fish gliding through a rapid current, his movements incredibly strange, each dodge precise to the millimeter.

He didn't even use his spiritual power to protect himself.

On the ground, the Grand Elder, supporting himself with the Gengjin Divine Sword, looked up at the sky, his mouth agape.

More than three hundred Vajra Sect disciples craned their necks, their eyes following the five-colored afterimage, none daring to blink.

Lu Qingyun stood halfway up the mountain and lowered his arms that had been crossed over his chest.

Chen Tiangang gritted his teeth and broke them in mid-air.

"Hiding? All you ever do is hide!"

He formed a hand seal, and a purple-gold rune lit up between his eyebrows. Suddenly, a giant hammer three zhang long appeared in the void. It was completely purple-black, with lightning patterns covering its surface. The pressure it emitted as it circulated spiritual light was three times stronger than the lightning net from before.

The ultimate natal magic weapon, the Thunderflame Hammer.

The weapon that Chen Tiangang nurtured with nineteen years of painstaking effort.

He grabbed the hammer handle and poured his Nascent Soul True Essence into it. The lightning patterns on the Thunderflame Hammer lit up, and the entire giant hammer expanded to a size of five zhang (approximately 16.6 meters). Purple-gold and dark red light intertwined and surged.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Smash it face down.

It wasn't just one pillar of lightning, but dozens.

Each jet is as thick as a bucket, spraying out from the hammer surface, completely sealing off all six directions—up, down, left, right, front, and back—to a density so high that not even a fly could escape.

Su Xuan's figure stopped abruptly for a moment amidst the lightning pillars.

There are three lines above, two below, four on each side, five behind, and seven in front.

All escape routes have been blocked.

Chen Tiangang's lips curled up, his eyes bloodshot and filled with pleasure.

Dead.

Just before the lightning pillars closed in, Su Xuan suddenly changed direction. Instead of rushing outwards, he swept towards a position at a 45-degree angle diagonally upwards, where the two lightning pillars intersected, with a gap only one foot wide.

He squeezed through the one-foot gap, a flash of five-colored spiritual light on his body deflecting the aftershocks of the two lightning pillars.

Dozens of lightning bolts converged behind him, exploding into a purple-gold sphere of light ten feet in diameter, the shockwave blasting away all the surrounding clouds.

Su Xuan stood outside the sphere of light, his gray robe completely obscured.

Chen Tiangang's smile froze on his face.

"Are you even a man?!" His voice changed, and a vein bulged on his forehead.

"You only know how to hide like a rat in a gutter. Why don't you take a hit from me!"

"A mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator who doesn't even have the guts to face a direct confrontation, so what if you've broken through? Trash is trash!"

Blue Star, Dragon Kingdom Live Stream Room.

The comments section split into two camps.

"What is Su Shen doing? Why isn't he fighting back?"

"What's the rush? He just formed his core; isn't it normal for him to need some time to adjust?"

"I think he's just playing with that city lord."

"Look at Su Shen's expression. His face didn't change at all from beginning to end. This doesn't look like he's being chased and beaten."

Meanwhile, the number of comments from foreign viewers also started to increase.

"He's just running away lol"

"All that pressure for nothing, he can't even fight back"

"Golden Core vs Nascent Soul, what did you expect?"

"Is this all the chosen ones from the Dragon Kingdom? Did they use some kind of one-time-use magical artifact to exert that spiritual pressure earlier?"

"I told you long ago, it's just a bluff. Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, it's a dead end."

high in the air.

Another bolt of lightning struck down, and Su Xuan's figure weaved through the lightning, still dodging with an extremely ghostly speed, each time slipping past at the last second.

Chen Tiangang, his eyes bloodshot, pounded down with his Thunderflame Hammer, unleashing his Nascent Soul True Essence as if it were free. The sky was ablaze with purple-gold lightning, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day.

"Keep hiding! Keep hiding!"

"How long do you think you can hide? Do you think your Golden Core stage cultivation can compare to my true essence? I'll wear you down!"

Su Xuan stopped after his thirty-seventh dodge.

He remained suspended in mid-air, five-colored light swirling around his body, his gray robe billowing in the air currents, facing the dozen or so lightning pillars that were blasting towards him, without moving an inch.

Chen Tiangang was taken aback.

Lu Qingyun narrowed his eyes.

The lightning bolt exploded three zhang in front of Su Xuan, engulfing him entirely in a purple-gold light, and the shockwave whipped up his hair and clothes.

But he stood still, motionless.

As the light faded, Su Xuan was unharmed. A thin, almost invisible membrane of five-colored spiritual light formed on his body, blocking all the shockwaves.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried far in the high sky.

"hide?"

"I'm just getting used to the flow of spiritual energy in the Golden Core stage."

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slowly spreading out, and five-colored spiritual light overflowed from his fingertips.

"Warm-up is now over."

Chen Tiangang's pupils contracted slightly.

Su Xuan made a hand seal with one hand.

The ultimate divine power of water systems: Azure Wave Decree!

There was no warning, no gathering of energy, no chanting.

An extreme chill erupted from his palm, and a visible white mist of cold air spread outwards from him in all directions at such a speed that Chen Tiangang didn't even have time to react.

The purple-gold lightning that filled the sky froze the moment it touched the cold air.

One after another, the lightning bolts were frozen into ice sculptures, hanging in mid-air, their purple-gold light struggling and dancing beneath the ice, but they could no longer strike even half an inch further.

The overwhelming net of destructive lightning transformed into a gigantic ice sculpture, refracting an eerie purple-gold luster in the sunlight.

Chen Tiangang's face turned pale.

The Blue Star live stream chat exploded.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"One move, just one move and all the lightning in the sky was frozen?"