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But this was only the beginning of the battle; more than twenty other planes were rapidly closing in.

They spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Cheng Yi in the middle, with machine guns spitting fire and bullets raining down on him like a storm.

Cheng Yi nimbly weaved through the hail of bullets, his body like a golden streak of light, dazzling to behold.

He roared and poured his magic power into the Demon-Slaying Sword. Instantly, the Demon-Slaying Sword shone brightly, its blade humming as if responding to its master's call.

"Ten Thousand Swords Technique!" Cheng Yi roared, and countless sword lights shot out from the Demon-Slaying Sword, like a swarm of angry bees, rushing towards the planes.

The sword flashed, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and instantly pierced through the fuselage of the plane.

The pilots in the cockpit screamed in terror, trying to dodge the sudden attack, but it was all in vain.

With a series of "poof poof poof" sounds, the planes started emitting black smoke, lost control, and crashed into the sea.

During the crash, the planes exploded one after another, and huge fireballs burst in mid-air, illuminating the entire sky.

Cheng Yi continued to use his invisibility technique, silently approaching the Seventh Fleet like a ghost.

As he approached the Seventh Fleet, the sight before him startled him.

A massive aircraft carrier, like a steel behemoth, floated silently on the sea, surrounded by neatly arranged cruisers and destroyers, with some submarines appearing and disappearing underwater.

On these ships, guns and cannons stood in rows, radar antennas swung, and soldiers were busy at work, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

Before Cheng Yi even got close, the opposing ships had already spotted him.

An unusual signal flashed on the radar screen, and the commanders shouted, "Fire! Fire!"

In an instant, countless shells roared out from the ship, like a swarm of angry wasps rushing towards Cheng Yi.

The shell exploded next to Cheng Yi, creating a huge column of water and a shockwave.

Cheng Yi tumbled through the air like a leaf swaying in a gale, but his golden body remained unharmed.

He thought to himself, "Oh no, I forgot they have radar."

Without further hesitation, Cheng Yi took a deep breath, quickly formed hand seals, and activated the Heaven and Earth Dharma Image.

Suddenly, a powerful magical force erupted from his body, and his body began to expand rapidly.

A few seconds later, a huge figure, two or three hundred meters tall, appeared in mid-air.

His three heads stood tall, like three majestic mountain peaks; his six arms were as thick as pillars, with bulging muscles, exuding power.

Golden light shone around his body, like an invisible armor, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Cheng Yi did not immediately use the Fire-Tipped Spear, but instead focused his attention on the Divine Artifact Ten Rings.

With a flick of his wrist, the ten rings emitted a dazzling light, and hellfire blazed from within them, the flames a ghostly blue, exuding an eerie aura.

Cheng Yi activated the Hong Family Iron Wire Fist technique, and his magical power surged like a raging tide.

He roared, and a massive fist, blotting out the sky, slammed towards a cruiser.

This punch contained the power of heaven and earth; the air was compressed in front of the fist, producing a sharp whistling sound and forming a huge shockwave.

The fist slammed into the cruiser like a giant cannonball flying at high speed.

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap in mid-air, shook the entire sea.

The powerful force propelled the waves tens of meters high, creating a massive wall of water.

The cruiser, struck by that punch, was like a fragile matchstick, snapped in half.

The broken hull rolled on the sea surface, stirring up huge splashes of water.

The two cruisers next to it were not spared either, and were capsized on the sea by the powerful impact. The soldiers on board screamed in terror and fell into the water.

The surrounding fleet ships and submarines swayed violently under this powerful force, some even capsizing. Cheng Yi's fist, imbued with hellfire, spread rapidly wherever it struck.

Even in the seawater, the hellfire burned fiercely, as if it were about to set the entire ocean ablaze.

Wherever the flames passed, the seawater boiled and billowed with steam.

Cheng Yi's eyes widened in anger as he swung his six arms, punching the ships one after another.

Each punch carries overwhelming power, each punch can stir up towering waves on the sea.

Under his attack, the entire Indian Ocean was like a pot of boiling water, in turmoil.

In less than five minutes, all the ships in the Seventh Fleet, except for the massive aircraft carrier, had vanished without a trace.

All that remained on the sea was a scene of devastation, with burning debris and wreckage floating on the water, billowing thick black smoke.

The air force personnel flying in the sky had long been terrified by Cheng Yi's overwhelming power.

They piloted the plane and fled into the distance without looking back.

In their minds, that giant, who was two or three hundred meters tall, was like a demon from hell, capable of capsizing a large number of ships with a single slap. Such power was something they could never contend with.

Cheng Yi stood in mid-air, looking at the chaotic battlefield before him, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

His appearance gradually shrank, returning to its original form.

He rode on his flying sword, disappearing into the distant horizon like a golden ray of light.

However, an intercontinental ballistic missile emitting white smoke flew from behind and exploded with a loud bang.

With that earth-shattering roar, the scorching airwaves swept wildly outwards like a raging beast.

The raging flames instantly engulfed a large area of ​​space, resembling a churning sea of ​​fire, distorting the surrounding air.

Countless shrapnel fragments flew everywhere like a torrential rain, hissing and tearing through the air, creating raging waves and storms wherever they went.

However, in the center of this chaotic and terrifying scene, Cheng Yi's golden body shone brightly, and he was thrown many meters away.

He immediately realized what was happening and used 100 points of system energy to activate the tenth-grade magic treasure, the Seven-Colored Heavenly Platform.

A flash of colorful light enveloped Cheng Yi completely.

Cheng Yi was enveloped in a layer of innate indestructible qi, fearing that the Seven-Colored Lotus Platform's defense was insufficient, so he used the innate indestructible qi to further reinforce it.

The dazzling seven-colored light was like layers of indestructible shields, resisting all the impacts of the explosion with a mysterious and powerful force.

The blazing flames touched his golden body and were instantly repelled as if encountering an invisible barrier; the colorful light, set against the backdrop of thick smoke and fire, appeared even more sacred and majestic.

Finally, the light of the seven-colored lotus platform dimmed and shrank back into its body. At this time, the intercontinental ballistic missile had also consumed eight or nine tenths of its energy.

Even if the remaining energy from the explosion broke through his innate indestructible qi, it wouldn't be able to penetrate his golden body defense.

Sure enough, after the remaining energy and temperature from the explosion broke through his innate indestructible qi, all that remained on his Eight Treasures Arhat Golden Body was a persistent high temperature.

With a slight shake, his clothes turned to ashes, and then the flying sword beneath his feet accelerated once more, hurtling off into the distance like a shooting star.

Three minutes later, in a detached villa in Kowloon Tong, Hong Kong, the light from a crystal chandelier cast dappled patterns of light on the marble floor.

Cheng Yi pushed open the door and selected a dark gray suit with subtle patterns. His movements were swift and efficient, his tie perfectly tied. The man in the mirror had a cold expression, and the skin that had been burned by the shockwave of the intercontinental ballistic missile had been completely healed by the Undying Serpent Seal, leaving only the surging ferocity deep in his eyes.

He walked through a long corridor covered with Persian carpets, and the heavy oak doors of the wine cellar slowly opened in his palm.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of aged Bordeaux, mingling with the damp scent of the stone walls.

Cheng Yi looked at a semi-transparent door of light, and faintly smelled the sweet, pungent scent of farm grass from behind it. He stepped inside, and his figure instantly disappeared into the depths of the wine cellar.

Cheng Yi raised his hand and stroked his cheek. The bones made a slight sound under his skin. The outline of his eyes and eyebrows gradually faded away, and his skin turned a healthy honey color. Even his pupils turned light brown, making him look exactly like a Southeast Asian merchant.

A pale blue halo emanated from him, and his figure gradually blended into the night, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, appearing on the streets of Washington, D.C. the next second.

The night was as dark as ink, and the White House dome gleamed with a cold white light under the moonlight.

As the patrolling security personnel turned the corner of the corridor, a faint light flashed by the window of the presidential office.

A deafening roar shattered the tranquility of the night. Flames, like a giant beast breaking free of its restraints, erupted from every window of the White House. Marble pillars collapsed in the shockwave, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.

Immediately afterwards, explosions came from both the House of Representatives and the Senate, flames turned half the sky red, awakened citizens screamed and rushed out of their homes, and the streets instantly descended into chaos.

The following morning, the air in the federal government office area was still filled with the smell of gunpowder and burning.

Cabinet members gathered in the makeshift meeting room with grim expressions. The president, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, spoke in a trembling voice of anger.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the window, and the panicked shouts of security personnel pierced the glass—on the rooftop of a hundred-meter-high office building, a Southeast Asian man sat on the edge, his legs dangling in the air, clutching a pure white atomic bomb, its fuse clearly visible. (The foolish author wrote it as a hand grenade; let's all curse him.)

"Immediately declare martial law! Evacuate the surrounding streets!" the police chief roared into the walkie-talkie. Police cars and armored vehicles quickly blocked the roads around the office building, helicopters circled at low altitude, and hundreds of snipers had already set up their guns on the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, their scopes locked on the figures on the rooftops.

But when countless bullets whistled through the air and struck the man's body, they only emitted a faint blue glow before falling limply.

The man glanced at his watch, then raised his hand and laughed into the megaphone of the negotiating expert hovering in mid-air: "Twenty minutes left. I advise you not to waste your energy trying to escape. Washington is very congested these days. Let's see if you can outrun it."

The negotiation expert, sweating profusely, urgently pleaded into the microphone, "Sir, we can talk this over. You can name whatever conditions you want!"

"Conditions?" The man scoffed, tapping the atomic bomb in his pocket with his fingertip. "It's simple. Within twenty minutes, have your president sincerely apologize to Crown Prince Cheng Yi of Thailand on national television. If you say a single word less, or offer even a hint of perfunctoriness, we'll all be buried with Washington."

Time ticked by, and the streets were jammed with evacuation vehicles, the sounds of horns mingling with the cries of people.

In the makeshift meeting room, cabinet members argued incessantly, while the president clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

When the clock on the wall struck ten minutes, he finally slumped down and wearily waved to his secretary: "Prepare for the live broadcast."

Television signals covered the entire United States. The president sat before the camera, his face pale, his voice filled with barely concealed humiliation: "On behalf of the United States government, I extend my sincerest apologies to Crown Prince Cheng Yi of Thailand and feel deeply ashamed of my previous inappropriate behavior..."

As soon as the apology was spoken, the Southeast Asian man on the rooftop looked up at the sky, and the atomic bomb in his arms and his body simultaneously emitted a blue light.