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As soon as the hand seal was completed, a huge golden Buddha phantom appeared behind Cheng Yi. The Buddha's face was compassionate but carried an inviolable majesty. He slowly pressed down with one hand, as if he wanted to use the entire world as a millstone to crush all evil spirits.

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the Golden Body World-Suppressing Seal slammed heavily onto the red and black energy cloud.

The air mass burst open instantly, like a bubble struck by a boulder, sending countless black fragments flying, but they were purified the moment they came into contact with the Buddha's light.

Where the cloud of energy dissipated, two entangled, desiccated corpses were revealed—the very same evil sorcerers Tao Wei and Qi Sha from before. Their bodies had long been hollowed out by evil power and were now rapidly weathering under the Buddha's light.

Without hesitation, Cheng Yi opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of Samadhi True Fire.

Purple flames shot out like serpents, instantly engulfing the two mummified corpses.

With a series of crackling sounds, the mummified corpse quickly turned to ashes in the flames, leaving not a trace of evil intent behind, and vanished completely.

The gloom over the square completely dissipated, and the sun shone down again, warmly bathing everyone.

The oppressive feeling of being shrouded in fog had vanished without a trace, and a faint fragrance of Buddhist light filled the air.

The residents looked up and saw that Cheng Zhou's golden light had not completely dissipated, as if he were draped in a sacred halo, and he was slowly descending from the seven-colored lotus throne to the ground.

The moment his feet touched the ground, tens of thousands of people in the audience could no longer contain their awe and fell to their knees once more, chanting in unison, "Buddha has descended! God bless Thailand! Buddha has descended! God bless Thailand!"

The cheers swept across the square like a tidal wave, lasting for a long time.

The King of Thailand looked at the scene before him with satisfaction in his eyes and a relieved smile on his lips.

He strode up to Cheng Yi, grabbed his hand, and led him through the kneeling crowd, straight up to the high platform in the center of the square—the place originally prepared for the succession ceremony.

The King of Thailand picked up the microphone, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall. His voice trembled slightly with excitement, yet remained exceptionally clear: "Fellow citizens of Thailand, today I hereby announce—my son, Cheng Yi, will become the next King of Thailand!"

As soon as the words were spoken, tens of thousands of officials, guards, and residents in the square erupted in a thunderous roar: "Greetings to the King of Thailand! Greetings to King Cheng Yi!"

Cheers shook the heavens, and countless people waved their arms, their eyes glistening with tears of excitement.

Cheng Yi stood on the high platform, looking at the dark mass of people below, and a slightly embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

He took the microphone from the King of Thailand, cleared his throat, and said in a gentle but firm voice, "To be honest, I've never been a leader of such a high rank before, and I'm still a little unsure of myself."

One sentence made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere immediately lightened up.

Cheng Yi continued, "I hope that the old man beside me—my father—can stay with everyone for another twenty or thirty years, until I celebrate his 100th birthday. Please also give me some time to grow up."

But I assure you all, I will do everything in my power to protect this land, so that every citizen of Thailand can live in peace and freedom from harm by demons, monsters, evil spells, or heresies.

There are no fancy words, but every word is sincere.

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted once again in the square, with shouts of "King Cheng Yi Tai" echoing through the Bangkok sky.

The King of Thailand stood to the side, looking at Cheng Yi's calm and confident demeanor with pride in his eyes.

He knew that the future of Thailand had been entrusted to a reliable person.

Just then, a system notification sounded in Cheng Yi's mind: [Punisher, your mandatory mission "Become the King of Thailand" has been completed. Your Dharma body, the three-headed, six-armed Nezha, has comprehended the supernatural power "Heaven and Earth Dharma Form".]

Heaven and Earth Dharma Form: Effect: The Punisher's body swells to a towering size, as majestic as Mount Kunlun, its aura capable of shaking the three realms. In battle, it can use heaven and earth as its battlefield, empowered by the laws of heaven and earth, every move possessing the power to destroy the world, but rapidly consuming its magical power.

Just as Cheng Yi had regained his composure amidst the cheers of the crowd, before he could even catch his breath, he saw the Deputy Prime Minister answer a phone call with a grave expression, quickly walk through the crowd to the King's side, and whisper a few words in his ear.

The Thai king's brows furrowed instantly, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"In Cambodia, the border military exercises have been escalated," the Thai King said in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unmistakable authority.

System notification: An enemy has provoked you and attempted to invade your territory. Go and show them your strength! In battles between nations, sin points are irrelevant; you can kill anyone from the enemy nation.

The cheers in the square suddenly stopped, and residents and officials looked at each other with worry in their eyes.

The evil spirits that had just caused the disturbance had not yet been completely quelled when war broke out again on the border. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the high platform, awaiting the Thai King's decision.

The King of Thailand turned to Cheng Yi, his eyes filled with trust and expectation: "Cheng Yi, from now on, all of Thailand's troops will be under your command. Let everyone see how you repel the foreign enemies who are provoking us."

Cheng Yi laughed and said, "To mobilize the army for such a small matter, wouldn't that be giving those guys too much face?"

He leaped into the air, his figure swaying slightly in mid-air, and a long sword with flowing light instantly appeared behind him—it was Zhong Kui's sword.

The next second, he transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow, tearing through the sky and hurtling towards the border between Thailand and Cambodia, leaving behind a trail of afterimages streaking across the heavens.

Along the border, Cambodia's military exercises are reaching a fever pitch.

Rows of soldiers in camouflage uniforms, armed with rifles, stood in neat formations; dozens of military vehicles left deep ruts on the plain, their vehicle-mounted missile launchers pointing directly into Thailand; a distant radar station spun incessantly, emitting a buzzing sound, and the entire exercise area was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder, exuding a menacing and unmistakable aura of intimidation.

Suddenly, a streak of light descended from the sky and abruptly stopped above the training ground.

Cheng Yi stood still, surrounded by golden light, and slowly raised his hands—the ten-ring artifact instantly slipped onto his wrists, and a ghostly blue hellfire ignited around him, like karmic fire from the deepest hell, exuding an aura that could burn everything.

"Insolence!" Cheng Yi snorted coldly, his voice booming like thunder across the training ground.

He stomped his feet in mid-air, the magical power of the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Return to One: Demon Subduing Treasure Mirror" within his body intertwining with the energy of the tenth-ring Hellfire. He unleashed the ultimate technique of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist: Shadowless Palm, the palm wind carrying the power of five thunderbolts, blasting towards the military exercise troops below. As his palms flew, countless invisible energy energies fell like dense raindrops, each containing the destructive energy of the Eye of Hell, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions rang out, like rolling thunder.

Cambodian military vehicles were instantly struck by the force of the energy, their fuel tanks exploding and flames shooting into the sky; missile launchers disintegrated like paper under the force of the palm strike, and the ammunition exploded, forming small mushroom clouds with billowing black smoke rising into the sky; the soldiers' formations were thrown into chaos, with equipment destroyed and men and horses falling wherever the energy swept through.

In just a few breaths, the entire military exercise area was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Tens of thousands of participating soldiers were killed, and the rest were all wounded, lying on the ground in shock, completely unaware of what had happened—they had not seen the enemy, had not received any warning, and only felt that disaster had struck them and a devastating attack had already occurred.

Only distant drones and hidden cameras vaguely captured Cheng Yi's figure flying on his sword, as well as the scene of him standing in the air, destroying the world with a wave of his hand.

That golden figure flashed and disappeared in the smoke of battle, leaving behind only a devastated training ground.

When the news reached Thailand, the entire country was instantly in an uproar!

"His Majesty the King of Thailand is truly a Buddha incarnate! He flew on a sword and thwarted Cambodia's military exercise with a wave of his hand!"

"What missiles and military vehicles? They're nothing but scrap metal in front of our King!"

"They rely on technology? We rely on the King of Thailand! That's the best deterrent!"

The people spread the news, their faces beaming with excitement and pride.

The previous doubts about Cheng Yi's "outsider" status have long since vanished, replaced by a fervent worship of "Buddha's incarnation".

In their view, Cheng Yi could not only dispel evil spirits, but also protect the country with divine power. Such a Thai king was far more reassuring than any technological weapon.

"With King Cheng Yitai around, Thailand has no worries!"

It's unclear who first uttered these words, but they quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys, becoming the most steadfast belief in the hearts of every Thai person.

System notification: Your public support rate has increased by 50% in the real world of Thailand. As a reward, your Dharma body, the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Wrathful Nezha, can leave the story world at any time and appear in the real world. Please continue to perform your duties and maintain peace in this region.

At this moment, Cheng Yi had already returned to Bangkok Plaza, stepping on the flowing light, and landed beside the King of Thailand, nodding gently: "Father, the border has been pacified."

The King of Thailand looked at him with eyes full of satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder: "Good, good!"

The square erupted in cheers once again, louder and more resolute than ever before.

The reign of King Cheng Yi truly began amidst the double joy of the expulsion of evil spirits and the stability of the borders.

Two days later, the stadium for the American Super Bowl was brightly lit and packed to capacity.

Tens of thousands of eyes were focused on the central stage, and the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Every spotlight seemed to be weaving a grand dream.

When the host announced He Xiaoying's name, the entire audience erupted in thunderous cheers—this legendary actress from the East had already captivated audiences worldwide with her unique charm.

Under the spotlight, He Xiaoying slowly walked out, instantly becoming the focus of the entire venue.

She wore a dazzling crown, a treasure once owned by Tsar Nicholas II of the Soviet Union. The platinum base was inlaid with dozens of pigeon blood rubies and colorless diamonds, which reflected a majestic and luxurious light under the lamp, as if she were wearing the glory of the entire royal family on her head.

The "Tsar Apple" belt around her waist is the finishing touch. The gold forging technique from the Catherine era makes the "golden apple" full and round, and the hanging tassels sway gently with her steps, making a soft and crisp sound.

What was most astonishing was her white lace princess dress, a precious gift specially presented by the Queen of the Eagle Kingdom. The skirt was layered, like blooming lilies of the valley, and the lace pattern was so delicate that it seemed as if it were woven from moonlight. As she walked, it was as if countless stars were flowing on the skirt.

Standing in the center of the stage, she possessed both the elegance and grace of royalty and the vivacity and charm of a young girl, like a queen who had stepped out of a classical oil painting, instantly making the entire Super Bowl arena pale in comparison.

As the accompaniment began, He Xiaoying closed her eyes, parted her red lips slightly, and sang "True Love Forever," a song that had once swept the world.

Her voice is clear and penetrating, like a mountain spring flowing through jade, each note carrying the power to heal the soul.

Tens of thousands of people listened quietly, even their breathing seemed to be lighter, for fear of disturbing this feast for both the ears and the eyes.

When the last note fell, the entire venue was silent for two seconds, then erupted into a tsunami of applause and cheers that lasted for a long time.

Just then, a long red carpet slowly unfolded on one side of the stage, with golden tassels along its edges, stretching from the stage all the way to the entrance of the venue, like a passageway to a fairy tale world.

Under the astonished gazes of the entire audience, He Xiaoying lifted her skirt and slowly walked down the red carpet. Her steps were elegant and firm, each one seemingly treading on the heartbeats of everyone present.

At the end of the red carpet, a man stood quietly.

He wore a white military cap, revealing a well-defined jawline, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes beneath the brim.

His perfectly tailored pure white uniform accentuated his tall and slender figure, while the gold sashes on his shoulders cascaded down, complementing the various medals adorning his right breast—including the Cross of Valor symbolizing courage and the Star of Honor representing honor. Each medal shone with a low-key yet profound light, silently proclaiming his extraordinary status.

He stood there, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his aura calm and powerful, as if he was born to stand in the spotlight.

When He Xiaoying walked up to him, their eyes met, and it felt as if an electric current passed through the air.

He Xiaoying slightly raised her lace-gloved hand, leaned forward, and gave a standard bow. Her posture was humble and devout, like a princess who had just been rescued by a knight, her eyes sparkling with undisguised admiration and dependence.

The man reached out and gently took her hand.

His palms were large and warm, with faint calluses on his fingertips, yet he gently brought the back of her hand to his lips and placed a precious and tender kiss on it.

Without many words, it seemed to speak louder than a thousand.

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

Although no one knew the man's identity, the scene was truly stunning—his heroic stature and her unparalleled beauty were a perfect match, one as dazzling as the sun and the other as radiant as the moon. They were a match made in heaven, a perfect couple.

Cheers, whistles, and screams mingled together, almost lifting the roof off the stadium.

The man took He Xiaoying's hand, and the two turned around side by side and slowly walked away along the red carpet.

He Xiaoying's white skirt and his white uniform formed a striking yet harmonious contrast on the red carpet. Their backs to each other were intertwined, a scene as beautiful as a fairytale ending.

They left the Super Bowl, leaving behind a crowd of lingering fans and countless amazing legends about the "mysterious prince and the Eastern queen."

Those flashing cameras had already captured this scene, making it the headline news that global media outlets scrambled to report the following day.