We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

In the first one-thousandth of a microsecond of the formation of the blade energy.

The unimaginable speed caused the blade energy to expand to a height of hundreds of meters, and the horizontal attack range also evolved to hundreds of meters, and it continued to intensify.

There is absolutely no sign of it stopping.

boom!
Rumble——!
As the blade aura gradually expanded, a terrifying, powerful, and primal bloodthirsty aura instantly permeated the battlefield that had once been shrouded in artillery fire.

This aura was so powerful that it soared straight into the sky.

The thunderclouds that were originally pitch black and dense, as if they were soaked in black ink, were instantly pierced and riddled with holes.

Due to the intense friction and heating of the air, crackling blue currents suddenly appeared on the milky white blade aura, like a group of mad snakes writhing wildly and emitting a piercing hiss.

The electric current intensified, and a faint golden light appeared.

This oppressive force was like an invisible mountain, pressing down heavily on the battlefield, on the shoulders of all America's soldiers, and on their hearts.

My heart suddenly stopped beating.

All the soldiers of America, upon seeing the scene above the sky, had their pupils shrink to the size of sesame seeds, their eyes dimming and flashing with terror.

Their hearts felt as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

then.

"boom!"

With a muffled explosion, the once vibrant, weakly beating heart of an America soldier suddenly burst open in their chest cavity, turning into a bloody pulp.

This strange noise, like a plague, spread through the crowd in an instant.

Before the sword energy even arrived, about half of America's thousands of soldiers had already perished, and the remaining half were barely clinging to life.

They have completely lost the ability to move.

All of America's soldiers were filled with endless hatred, hatred for Hines' reckless behavior, and wished they could tear him to pieces.

If hell exists in this world.

Then what awaits Hines is probably something even more terrifying than hell.

At the second thousandth of a microsecond of the formation of the blade energy.

The blade aura, wrapped in golden light—or rather, wrapped in a faint golden current—had transformed into a colossal pillar spanning hundreds of meters.

Before they could even get close to America's soldiers, the soldiers had already been compressed into a pile of minced meat by the air that was almost solidified.

Even those once invincible steel behemoths, which took the sacrifice of hundreds of Chinese New Army soldiers to destroy, emitted painful hums under the sudden change in air pressure.

Then it silently vanished into the brilliant thunderstorm, leaving not even a trace.

next moment.

The golden blade of energy quickly swept past Hines's camp and continued its rapid rush towards America's rear.

It traced a dazzling trail through the air, beautiful and radiant. Wherever the blade's energy passed, the space above the blue star seemed to be cleaved in two.

Even the bright sunlight emanating from the sun high in the sky was split in two.

It illuminated two completely different trajectories.

Buzz~buzz~
Before Zhang Weishan, Xiong Xiazi, the scholar, and all the surviving soldiers of the Huaxia New Army could even be shocked, they were horrified to discover that as the blade energy expanded, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble.

And it's getting worse.

earthquake?
A man-made earthquake!!!

No, to be more precise, they should be gods, the legendary immortals!
If you look down from above the starry sky, you'll see that it's not just people's illusion; a golden pillar of light shooting straight into the sky is extending upwards.

Just like the "Sea-Stabilizing Needle" in one of China's Four Great Classical Novels, which was once used by Yu the Great to control the floods.

They treated the entire planet Earth as a pond.

However, for some unknown reason, under the influence of some special force, the atmosphere of the entire Blue Star underwent a sudden change, and the atmospheric currents that revolved around the planet were disrupted.

Suddenly, it surged rapidly, constantly spinning and swirling, quickly forming a violent vortex, seemingly trying to contend with the golden blade energy.

However, the vortex only lasted for a moment after it was fully formed.

The inexplicably formed vortex was abruptly shattered by the violent air pressure before it could even truly touch the golden blade energy.

The entire azure planet trembled slightly, and towering waves surged across the vast ocean, while colossal sea monsters let out mournful cries that echoed for a long, drawn-out time…

A thunderbolt that spans the heavens and earth is everywhere.

"what happened?"

"Attack! Attack! Sound the alarm immediately!"

“Woooooooooooooo!!!”

The alarm, which seemed to pierce the eardrums, blared through the sky. With the abnormal weather changes and the gathering of dark clouds, it immediately caught the attention of the sentries in America's rear camp, who sounded the alarm.

However, at this moment, all of America's soldiers were stunned in place, with curses of "fuck" constantly ringing out, but even more so, there were hissing sounds of gasping for breath.

Inside the large tent at the very center of the camp.

A middle-aged man in a crisp military uniform, with a strong and powerful build and shiny black hair, stood with his hands behind his back in front of a map hanging on the wall, a faint smile on his face, humming a beautiful tune softly.

If you listen closely and translate it into Mandarin, you'll find that it's completely a pornographic song.

It depicts an absurd situation involving a man and a woman.

This man was none other than MacArthur, the legendary general of America.

A cadet who achieved the best results in the history of West Point, a five-star general who personally ended the Pacific War, an American hero, a famous commentator... and an excellent dog master.

Even after retiring for many years, he remains active in the public eye and holds numerous titles.

Whether it's good or bad, that's for outsiders to decide.

As America's hero, this Korean War was naturally commanded by this legendary five-star general.

Today, the shadow that has loomed over MacArthur will finally dissipate, those peasants will be defeated, and he will soon fulfill his promise to lead his army home for Christmas.

Once again, he became a hero in America, and indeed in the world.

Thinking of this, MacArthur couldn't help but smile even more broadly, his wrinkles crinkling together like a blooming chrysanthemum.

However, in this wonderful moment of fantasy...

"General, General... something terrible has happened!" A once impeccably dressed adjutant rushed into the tent, his face covered in dust and dirt, and a mournful wail followed.

It's like being chased and bitten by a dog.

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, MacArthur's bright smile vanished as if he had accidentally swallowed a piece of dog excrement, replaced by a gloomy expression. However, he quickly composed himself, turned around, looked at his sweating adjutant, and coldly said:
"I don't care what difficulties you encounter. If you need air support, you'll have air support; if you need artillery support, you'll have artillery support. I only care about the results."

"Before sunset tomorrow, the army must cross the Iron Plains and send those peasants back to their hometowns, or you can go home and feed the pigs." As for MacArthur, what he was really thinking was to replace this clueless adjutant as soon as possible; someone so lacking in resolve would never amount to anything.

however.

"boom!"

Before the adjutant could speak, his body was gripped tightly by an invisible hand and crushed open, just like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer.

"How..." Only one word appeared in MacArthur's mind before he felt a burning sensation and saw an extremely bright white light before his eyes.

It was then completely engulfed by the almost solidified white light and annihilated into dust.

All this happened in an instant.

The white light was, of course, air that had solidified.

On the site of the former camp, all the buildings have disappeared, replaced by a deep rift tens of miles wide, with no bottom in sight.

However, the dazzling blade aura stopped expanding upwards, but it did not stop, continuing to rush in a certain direction.

In the blink of an eye, they had traversed a distance of tens of kilometers.

……

Meanwhile, on an island nation.

"Look, everyone look!"

"Th-what is that thing?"

"A miracle?! This is a miracle!" A short Japanese man, seeing the sight in the sky, was overjoyed. His eyes shone with fervent loyalty as he excitedly exclaimed, "Gods truly exist in this world!"

"A god! It must be a god..."

Higashi, this major city in Japan, was reborn from the ruins of war and has become the capital of Japan, with an unusually dense population.

Despite the man's hysterical shouting and mad-like behavior, none of the surrounding Japanese people showed any mockery.

"Could there really be a god in this world?" As if by unspoken agreement, all the Japanese who witnessed this scene had a seemingly absurd yet perfectly reasonable thought.

Because facts speak louder than words!

All living things on the sunlit side of Earth, including the defeated Japanese royal family, trembled violently before this power, shaking like leaves and completely losing the ability to speak.

Some were terrified, believing that humanity's actions had angered Mother Earth and brought about natural disasters as retribution; others were delighted... and still others frowned deeply.

I don't understand what exactly happened on that land of Goryeo.

Or perhaps America has developed some new weapon that can unleash power many times greater than a nuclear bomb.

In a small courtyard hidden deep in the mountains, several Japanese people dressed in kimonos and wooden clogs turned their gaze to the sky.

Staring blankly at the towering golden pillar.

After a while.

"Hirohito Tenko, what do you think of this matter?" A martial artist, about 1.6 meters tall with a single horn-shaped braid in the center of his head, looked at the young man, about 1.55 meters tall with a wrinkled face, who was standing in the center.

The young man's eyes sparkled with a clear light, like a crystal-clear spring, where the bottom could be easily seen.

These people are leaders who stand at the pinnacle of the entire Japanese nation.

They held the power of life and death.

Even though most of them were defeated generals, there is no doubt that in Japan, their status not only did not decline with the defeat, but actually rose.

Some of these infamous beings on Earth are even enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine.

If an ordinary person heard the title "Tianhuang" and saw the martial artist bowing respectfully to the other party, they would surely assume that there was some deeper meaning hidden in the other party's calm eyes.

Unfortunately, this is Japan.

Although Japan has undergone the Meiji Restoration, it has not yet fully transformed from a feudal society into a capitalist society and entered into a modern nation.

Because it still retains the Heavenly Yellow system, although it is officially called Heavenly Yellow, it has become a kind of mascot.

However, at this stage, all Japanese people still hold a sense of awe towards the yellow earth.

As long as this sense of awe is not eliminated, Japan will never be able to become a truly modern country.

Interestingly, in order to ensure the purity of their bloodline, Japanese emperors generally adopt the practice of consanguineous marriage.

Anyone in modern society knows something about the offspring produced by consanguineous marriage.

Therefore, there was no deeper meaning in Hirohito's eyes, only clear-eyed stupidity.

The warrior waited for a long time but did not receive a response from Emperor Hirohito. A hint of contempt flashed quickly in his lowered eyes, but his face still showed a respectful expression.

"I think..." However, this time, Hirohito's words exceeded the expectations of all the defeated Japanese soldiers present. His eyes deepened as he looked at the towering figure and slowly said, "

You piece of trash don't even deserve to go to hell.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and powerful, carrying an unquestionable tone, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the hearts of all the martial artists.

"Wh...what?" The leading martial artist's face showed disbelief. He suddenly raised his head, looked into those deep eyes, and said in horror:
"You're not Hirohito?"

The warrior suddenly realized that Hirohito Tenko, who was originally a head shorter than him, was now, for some unknown reason, much taller than him.

This isn't about physical height, but about mindset and mentality!
"Ugh! Ugh!"

With the sound of swords being drawn, the brightly lit courtyard was instantly filled with the cold glint of blades, and all the martial artists looked warily at the young man in the center.

"I am indeed not Hirohito." At this moment, Hirohito Tenko looked at the group of warriors, not only without fear, but also revealing a mocking smile, coldly laughing, "Prepare for the coming judgment?"

"Has he gone mad?" The martial artist with the spiky pigtail looked at Hirohito's current behavior and couldn't help but have an absurd thought.

It's unreasonable, yet reasonable.

After all, they are offspring of consanguineous marriage, so it's not surprising that they have brain problems.

however.

next moment.

"Run!" A martial artist turned his head casually and was shocked to find that the towering pillar that had been far away in the sky had become even larger.

And the air was getting warmer, stirring up a passionate memory in his mind.

But can they escape?

Before the sound even reached the ears of the horned warrior, towering waves hundreds of meters high had already risen on the coast of Japan, drowning out the pitiful cries of agony.

An island nation spanning 37.8 square kilometers is like a fragile piece of tofu before that towering blade of energy that traverses the ocean; it crumbles at the slightest touch.

In less than ten seconds, the chilling blade energy traversed the entire length of Japan, from north to south. (End of Chapter)