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

When the scene of Su Xuan splitting the tribulation clouds with his sword was broadcast, the roar from the crowd almost shook the entire street.

"The number one person below the Nascent Soul stage! Su Xuan! Su Xuan of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"The championship belongs to China! I told you China wouldn't lose!"

Some people hugged strangers next to them, jumping and shouting; some squatted on the ground, covering their faces and crying; some threw beer bottles into the air, spilling liquid all over the ground, but no one cared.

At school, all the senior high school students who were having evening self-study sessions flocked to the corridor, and the teachers did not stop them, because the teachers themselves were also looking at the sky.

In the military camp, the assembled soldiers erupted in a unified roar, a collective release of the pent-up frustration of 1.4 billion people.

The knife that had stabbed them in the back was still bleeding, but Su Xuan's sword had lifted everyone's spines again.

Inside the forbidden area, Alice's hands trembled.

She slowly turned her head to look at Su Ruoruo, her lips opening and closing repeatedly, finally forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace.

"Su, Su Ruoruo, I didn't mean what I said before..."

Su Ruoruo didn't look at her.

Su Ruoruo was smiling, tears still clinging to her face, but she was smiling. She looked up at the white-clad figure in the sky, repeating the same sentence over and over.

"My brother is still alive."

Anna suddenly rushed over and grabbed Su Ruoruo's arm, her voice loud and clear.

"Su Ruoruo! Your brother is number one! The number one person below the Nascent Soul stage! Your brother is the strongest in the world!"

Victoria stood silently, her head bowed.

Xue Na put away her kunai and bowed slightly in Su Ruoruo's direction.

Before Yukina could finish putting away her kunai, the scene on the screen had already changed.

This isn't a battle scene within a forbidden zone; it's a live report from Earth.

From a satellite's perspective, twelve carrier battle groups are withdrawing in the opposite direction at maximum speed.

The fleet formation completely broke apart, with destroyers, cruisers, and supply ships crammed together. The carrier-based aircraft on the aircraft carrier deck hadn't even been fully retrieved and were running back with the hangar doors wide open.

The chimney was billowing thick, black smoke, and the boiler was operating at overload.

Anna released Su Ruo's arm, staring at the fleet fleeing in panic on the sky, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"They...ran away?"

Su Ruoruo wiped away her tears, looked up at the warships that had turned away in disgrace, her voice still trembling with sobs but her tone had calmed down.

They ran away.

A small scene cuts out from the bottom right corner of the screen, showing the underground command center of the US military.

The president of the United States slumped in his chair, his tie askew and half his hair disheveled.

The red phone on the table kept ringing, but no one answered.

The staff stood around, their faces ashen, none daring to utter a word.

The president's lips moved, and the screen automatically displayed subtitles.

"It's over."

Just two words.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes and repeated himself.

"It's all over. The alliance of twelve nations, thirty-seven million spirit stones—all the chips have been wiped out."

No one responded to him.

Because no one can respond.

Alice's face flushed red and then turned pale. She subconsciously took half a step back, avoiding Su Ruoruo's gaze, then Anna's, before finally settling on her toes.

She recalled the words she had said ten minutes earlier.

What nonsense about "China is destined to be eliminated" and "Your brother is already dead, stop dreaming"?

These words now feel like a slap in the face to her own.

The scene on the sky changed again.

At the highest level of the Dragon Kingdom, the phone was ringing so loudly it almost shook the phone under the table.

The duty officer answered the first call.

"This is the Presidential Palace of the Kingdom of Gaul. We wish to speak directly with the Supreme Leader of the Kingdom of Dragons to discuss a permanent peace agreement between our two countries—"

The staff officer glanced at his superior, who shook his head.

hang up.

Second call.

"The Prime Minister of Japan urgently requests an audience. Our country is willing to immediately withdraw all intelligence personnel operating around China and issue a public, official apology of the highest standard."

hang up.

Third call.

"The Foreign Minister of the United Kingdom, representing the Royal Family, has sent a message stating that we have prepared a very generous list of technological cooperation proposals, including the latest generation of quantum chip design blueprints, in exchange for only the lowest quality waste ore from your country's Lingshan mine."

hang up.

Fourth, fifth, and sixth channels.

Hang up all the time.

Inside the forbidden area, Anna watched the constantly disconnected screen on the sky, then suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost fell over, slapping her thighs.

"Hahaha! A peace call! They're making a peace call! Just ten minutes ago they were going to destroy the Dragon Kingdom, and now they're kneeling and begging for peace!"

Victoria was completely mortified.

The third phone call that had just been disconnected was still displayed on the screen, with the caption "The Foreign Minister of the United Kingdom, representing the Royal Family, made a phone call" still visible.

She was a princess of the British Empire.

Her country, her proud empire on which the sun never sets, is bowing and scraping before a monk from a rural village.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and she remained silent.

The video continues playing on the screen.

Tokyo, the land of cherry blossoms.

The lights in the Prime Minister's official residence were all on, and the Prime Minister, dressed in a suit, stood in front of the national television cameras, his face pale.

He took a deep breath and bent down in front of the camera.

Ninety degrees.

A standard 90-degree bow.

"On behalf of all the citizens of the Sakura Kingdom, I extend my deepest apologies to the Dragon Kingdom. All our past unfriendly actions towards the Dragon Kingdom were our fault. From this day forward, the Sakura Kingdom will forever be the Dragon Kingdom's most loyal partner and will never again commit any offense."

He remained bent over for a full fifteen seconds before straightening up.

Yukina stood still, watching the scene unfold with a blank expression.

Her country, and the entire state apparatus behind the Miyamoto family to which she served, knelt before the Dragon Kingdom in a live global broadcast.

Anna leaned close to Xue Nai, her smile stretching to her ears, and said in an exaggerated tone, "Miss Xue Nai, your Prime Minister's posture is so perfect! Has she trained?"

Yukina didn't respond, but simply turned her head slightly and glanced calmly at Anna.

Anna immediately raised her hands.

"Just kidding, don't point a kunai at me."

The image on the sky changed again.

Press conference hall of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Dragon Kingdom.

The spokesperson stood at the front of the stage, with the Chinese national flag behind him. Journalists from more than sixty countries around the world filled the press conference hall, and the flashbulbs were as bright as day.

The spokesperson opened the prepared statement in front of him, glanced at it, and then closed it.

He doesn't need a manuscript.

"I'll only say three sentences."

The entire room fell silent.

"First, the people of the Dragon Kingdom only want to stay home and farm, and cultivate immortality. We don't cause trouble, but we are absolutely not afraid of trouble."

The reporters' pens hung in mid-air.

"Secondly, those countries that covet the Ling Mountain mineral veins, listen up."

He paused for a second, his gaze sweeping over all the foreign journalists present.

"Anyone who dares to cross the border of my Dragon Kingdom again, or step into the forbidden zone—"

"No warning needed."

"To annihilate the country outright."

The last two words landed in the press conference room like two bombs.

Not a single reporter raised their hand to ask a question. Nobody dared.

Inside the forbidden area, Su Ruoruo looked at the image of the spokesperson on the sky screen, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

Her eyes were still red, but there were no more tears in them, only light.

Her brother single-handedly held up the backbone of the entire nation.

Anna grabbed Su Ruoruo's shoulders from behind and shook her vigorously. "Su Ruoruo, did you hear that! Annihilation! Your Dragon Kingdom said 'annihilation'! How domineering!"

Su Ruoruo was shaken from side to side by her and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Alice stood a few steps away, her lips trembling slightly, before finally speaking, her voice barely audible, "Su Ruoruo, I..."

Su Ruoruo turned her head to look at her.

Alice's throat felt like it was blocked by something. She swallowed a few mouthfuls of water before she could squeeze out the words, "I take back what I said before, about your brother, about the Dragon Kingdom..."

Su Ruoruo looked at her for three seconds, neither laughing nor getting angry.

"Would it be useful to take it back?"

Alice's face turned a deep purplish-red, and she opened her mouth as if to explain something, but couldn't say anything.

Su Ruoruo had already turned back and continued to look at the sky.

On the screen, the words "annihilation of a nation" remained prominently displayed in the center of the image, their size almost blinding.

This speech was played on giant screens in major cities around the world: New York, London, Paris, Tokyo, Moscow—and the crowds in front of all the screens were completely silent.

No one refuted.

No one questioned it.

Because everyone saw that sword strike in the sky.

One sword cleaves through the lightning tribulation, another sword suppresses heaven and earth.

That man named Su Xuan used a sword to show the world what it means to be inviolable.

The words "annihilation of a nation" remained on the sky for a full thirty seconds before disappearing.

No one spoke in the forbidden area; the air seemed to freeze.

Su Ruo stared at the last remaining golden light in the sky. The smile on her lips hadn't faded when her eyes started to sting again.

Her brother truly protected the entire country.

The scene shifts to the Dragon Kingdom.

On the streets of major cities, crowds poured out of shopping malls, restaurants, and office buildings, holding their phones high above their heads, all recording videos.

The spokesperson's words were still playing on a loop on the giant LED screen, and each time it was played, a thunderous cheer erupted from below.

The barrage of comments was overwhelming.

"Long live the Dragon Kingdom!"

"Su Shen is invincible!"

"The backs of 1.4 billion people are standing straight today!"

The screen displayed real-time screenshots from various forums in China, filled with bright red national flag emojis. The screen refreshed so fast that individual messages were no longer visible, leaving only a sea of ​​red.

Anna crossed her arms and clicked her tongue.

"Are you Chinese crazy? With this barrage of comments, won't the server crash?"

Su Ruoruo ignored her, a grin spreading across her face as she stared intently at the sky.

The screen continued to scroll.

In a live stream with millions of viewers, the streamer was crying his eyes out, his face covered in snot and tears, repeatedly shouting, "I'm from China! I'm a fucking Chinese!"

The comments were unanimously: You are! We all are!

Anna leaned over and nudged Su Ruoruo with her elbow.

You Chinese people cry way too easily.

"You don't understand." Su Ruoruo's voice was muffled, and her nose was still stuffy.

"I've been holding it in for too long."

The image on the sky has changed again.

Forum screenshot, title in bold and red —

"The time for reckoning has come. Those sycophantic lackeys who ran away won't escape."

Below the post, someone posted a screenshot.

An account verified as a "well-known entrepreneur" posted the following three days ago:

"The Dragon Kingdom is finished. The revival of spiritual energy will only hasten its demise. I have moved my entire family to the United States to breathe the air of freedom. All you insightful people should hurry up and get some benefits."

This post has now received 100,000 comments.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, does the air of freedom smell good?"

"Why haven't you posted anything today? Keep yelling!"

"Did they get a sense of superiority from licking the soles of America's shoes?"

Anna looked at the comments on the screen and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Your Chinese netizens are really creative when it comes to insults."

Victoria stood at a distance, her arms crossed over her chest, her face alternating between pale and flushed.

She seemed to remember something, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

On the forum of the "Everlasting Sun" (a term referring to the United States of America), a large number of Chinese people applied for immigration three days ago.

The video continues playing on the screen.

The scene then cuts to a street in the United States.

A group of people with yellow skin and black hair huddled in a street corner, their clothes disheveled, some with bruises on their faces.

A middle-aged man sat by the roadside with a suitcase in his arms, his lips chapped and his eyes vacant.

Narration text appears—

"After the United States lost the race to the top, a large number of people of Chinese descent were attacked by local residents in a venting of anger. Former Chinese citizens who had renounced their citizenship were the first to be targeted."

In the video, a burly white man spits at a Chinese person on the roadside while swearing in inaudible profanities.

The man who was spat on hunched over, not daring to lift his head, like a stray dog ​​that had been kicked.

Su Ruoruo watched this scene without any sympathy.

What were these people saying online three days ago? "China is doomed," "Run away as soon as possible," "Stay in China and wait to die."

Now you know what pain is?

Anna's laughter subsided, replaced by a hint of schadenfreude in her tone.

"Oh ho, this is what happens when you betray your country. If anyone in Russia dared to do that, they'd be sent straight to Siberia to mine."

Yukina stared blankly at the sky, saying nothing.

The image on the celestial screen then rotates again.

In front of the Chinese Embassy in the United States.

A sea of ​​people, all kneeling.

Men, women, old, and young, with their families in tow, wept and wailed. Some banged their foreheads on the concrete, while others clung to the embassy's iron railings, repeatedly chanting the same phrase.

"I was wrong! Please let me go back! I am a Chinese! I am a Chinese at heart!"

The embassy doors were tightly shut.

No one came out.

Su Ruoruo looked at the people kneeling on the ground, her expression unusually calm.

Anna peeked out from behind.

"Su Ruoruo, don't you feel sorry for them?"

I don't think so.

The answer was crisp and decisive, without hesitation.

Anna raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Fine, that's ruthless enough."

Alice stood a few steps away, looking at the people kneeling and weeping on the sky, and her throat bobbed.

She instinctively wanted to say something, but remembering Su Ruoruo's words, "Would it do any good to take it back?", she swallowed her words back.

The scene shifted to the border of the Dragon Kingdom.

The barbed wire was stretched straight and covered with sharp blades.

The border guards, armed to the teeth, stood in a line, their guns pointed to the sky.

Outside the barbed wire fence, a group of people huddled together, their clothes wrinkled, their faces etched with weariness and despair.

Some people spent exorbitant amounts of money to buy illegal plane tickets to fly back, while others took a cargo ship for three days and three nights to smuggle themselves back. Everyone had only one goal—to go home.

A middle-aged woman lay on the barbed wire fence, her hands bleeding from cuts made by razor blades, but she wouldn't let go, crying uncontrollably.

"Please let me in! My daughter is still inside! I shouldn't have run away, I shouldn't have run away!"

The border guard stood two meters inside the barbed wire fence, with the butt of his rifle against his shoulder and his index finger resting on the outside of the trigger guard.

There was no extra expression on that young face.

"Step back."

"Please, young man, I really know I was wrong. I was confused for a moment—"

"Once you renounce your Chinese citizenship, you can never get it back."

The border guard's voice was as cold as iron, each word as firm as a nail.

"Take one more step forward and kill him on the spot."

The sound of the bolt being pulled back echoed along the border, crisp and piercing.

Everyone took a step back.

The middle-aged woman collapsed to the ground, wailing loudly.

The barrage of comments on the screen exploded again.

"Serves you right!"

"Why didn't you do this sooner?"

"China doesn't tolerate ungrateful wolves! Get out!"

"That's hilarious. He was so cool when he ran away, but now no one even cares when he's kneeling."

Anna slapped her thigh in disbelief.

"Ha, that's so satisfying! Your Chinese border guards are so cool!"

Su Ruoruo didn't reply. She just quietly watched the defectors crying in the sky, her eyes showing neither hatred nor pity.

These people are not worthy of the country that her brother risked his life to protect.

Victoria finally spoke, her voice cold.

"Is the Dragon Kingdom this ruthless even to its own people?"

Su Ruoruo didn't even turn her head.

"They're not one of us. They haven't been since the day they renounced their citizenship."

Victoria choked.

Xue Nai didn't say a word from beginning to end, her gaze always fixed on the sky.

The sky slowly darkened, and the border scene faded into golden light.

Everyone thought the show was over for the day.

But at that moment—

The golden light in the center of the sky suddenly surged.

Su Ruo suddenly looked up.

Anna's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Is this... another new celestial video going to be shown?"

Golden characters slowly emerged in the sky—

"Nascent Soul Realm, the Path to War King".

Su Ruoruo's breath hitched.

Her brother's story in the cultivation world is not over yet.