Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

Inspired by him, the "Ten Elders" and leaders of various sects present all stirred up their Qi. In an instant, the dock was ablaze with color, with the Tai Chi energy of Wudang, the pure Yang Qi of Quanzhen, the talismanic light of Shangqing... hundreds and thousands of powerful Qi gathered together at this moment.

In a corner of North China, the scene was not so spectacular.

"My God! What's going on?! This is going to kill us!"

Zhang Chulan lay sprawled on the ground, his hands tightly gripping Feng Baobao's right leg. His Golden Light Mantra was pressed against his body by the immense pressure, making even its flow difficult.

"Sister Bao'er! Don't move! Don't stand in front of me—otherwise I'll be blown away by this evil wind in the next second!" He shouted while closing his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the black and red lightning that was still spreading overhead.

Feng Baobao bent over and unleashed a powerful burst of Qi. An unprecedented solemnity appeared in her empty eyes, but her tone remained dull. She looked down at Zhang Chulan and said, "Zhang Chulan, you're squeezing my ankles so hard."

Unlike the earth-shattering events on the side of the extraordinary people, the leaders standing at the front row had a completely different experience.

They only felt that for a moment, the surrounding air seemed to thicken, they had to breathe a little harder, and their heartbeats quickened involuntarily. Then they felt nothing else.

Jiang Zhen's Overlord Haki was as precise as a scalpel, perfectly avoiding them.

However, when the leaders heard the muffled groans and gritted teeth behind them, and turned around to see the leaders of those extraordinary individuals with red faces, bulging veins, and their feet crushing the cement ground, they couldn't help but look puzzled.

"Xiao Zhao, what's going on?" A leader looked at the trembling dock and turned to ask Zhao Fangxu, the chairman of Nadutong.

Zhao Fangxu was also covered in sweat at this moment, and quickly went over to explain:

"Leader, you've misunderstood. Jiang Haihuang is using his unique 'method' to greet our group of extraordinary brothers from afar. It's a matter of etiquette in the martial arts world. Although the scale is a bit grand, it represents a grand ceremony of reunion after a long separation. It's like... like two teams exchanging salutes when they meet again, except he's replacing the guns with his own skills."

Upon hearing this, the leaders looked at the group of extraordinary sect leaders, their fighting spirit high, and though exhausted, they still stood tall, and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Good! It seems this Jiang Haihuang doesn't consider himself an outsider; his manners are certainly impeccable. Old buddies, since Jiang Haihuang is in such high spirits, let's not just stand by and watch. Come on, let's treat this as a grand celebration and cheer on all the sect leaders and warriors!"

Several leaders even clapped, watching this "spectacle" with composure.

“However, Xiao Zhao,” another leader stared at the void with great interest for a while, ultimately only seeing moving clouds and fluttering flags. As for the “black and red lightning” and “Qi wall” repeatedly mentioned by the supernatural beings, they remained completely transparent to him. He turned and beckoned to Zhao Fangxu, “You say they’re competing with their skills, but we mortals can only feel that the wind is stronger and our breathing is a bit tight. We can’t see anything. Is there any way we can also see what this scene is like?”

Zhao Fangxu was taken aback, his face showing difficulty: "This... opening the eyes requires a special catalyst or cultivation, and rushing it might..."

"Boss! Boss! Look here! I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Just then, a clear, somewhat irritating voice slipped in from between the crowd.

A young man, dressed in a bright yellow hoodie and more handsome than a woman, was seen crawling and shuffling past from the side, defying the oppressive aura.

It looks just like an ant struggling to move its home on a windy day.

"Distinguished leaders, excuse me! My name is Wang Zhenqiu, a frontline employee from the Southwest Region." Wang Zhenqiu finally managed to get in front of the leaders, flashing a bright smile. "I don't have any other skills, I only have one method, and that is to do everything possible to meet the needs of the leaders!"

Hao Yi, watching from behind, nearly had his eyes pop out of his head. He wanted nothing more than to kick his temporary worker. In a situation like this, this guy was actually trying to act innocent?

Ignoring the murderous gazes from behind, Wang Zhenqiu obsequiously pulled out several small bottles of faintly glowing medicine from his pocket.

"Distinguished leaders, this is... uh, a little invention of mine. Just apply a light dab to your eyes, and I guarantee you'll be able to see the wonderful world of the supernatural. Absolutely no side effects, gentle and non-irritating!"

Zhao Fangxu took the bottle with some skepticism, turned his head to check with the people behind him to make sure it was safe, and then personally handed it to the leader in the front row who had asked the first question.

The leader was quite decisive. He unscrewed the bottle cap, dripped a little onto his fingertip, dabbed it lightly on his eyelids, then opened his eyes and looked towards the dock.

"Whoa! This is..."

In his vision, the once calm void instantly became colorful. He saw the white Qi energy soaring into the sky from Lu Jin's body, the purple Qi flow of Ruyi Jin from Lü Ci's body, and the interconnected Qi flows of the Na Du Tong employees.

"A shock sphere, right? That's thoughtful of you." The leader smiled gently. "This thing is indeed interesting. Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenqiu practically leaped for joy, bowing and scraping as he pulled out his phone: "Oh! Boss, you can't thank me like that! This is the duty of every employee of NaDaTong! Really, for the country, for the boss, I, Wang Zhenqiu, would give my life without hesitation. By the way, boss, if you ever run out of this, just call me anytime. This is my WeChat; you can add me if you don't mind. Contact me anytime if you need anything..."

Hao Yi finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to step forward to drag this shameful thing away.

Unexpectedly, the leader burst into laughter and waved his hand to stop Hao Yi:

"Xiao Hao, don't be so serious. Zhenqiu did a great job, so we should grant this small request. You're a very motivated young man, not bad."

As they spoke, the high-ranking leaders actually took out their phones one by one and scanned Wang Zhenqiu's QR code.

Wang Zhenqiu stared at the newly added names in his contacts, inwardly beaming with joy.

"I've made a fortune! I've made a fortune! This trip was definitely worth it! Now, when we go back to the Southwest, will Hao Yi still dare to raise his voice at me?"

"I'll compile his daily work report and send it to all the leaders for review in a fair and objective manner."

As the leaders applied the medicine one by one, the scene at the port of Shanghai transformed into a magnificent science fiction blockbuster in their eyes.

On one side, their own side had gathered over a thousand top-tier individuals, their Qi energy displaying a myriad of colors. They stood like an unbreakable Great Wall, striving to withstand the storm ahead.

On the other side, from that one person on the giant ship, fierce and brutal black lightning continuously poured down.

Each leap of the black and red lightning tore a gash in the multicolored Qi wall. Although the supernatural beings here were desperately trying to repair it, the density and purity of the black and red lightning storm did not weaken in the slightest from beginning to end, and it was impossible to even see the effort being exerted by the person standing at the bow of the ship.

Chapter 132 Feng Baobao activates her Spinosaurus form

The black and red lightning that filled the sky disappeared even more abruptly than it had appeared.

It was like a string that had been stretched to its limit, about to snap, when someone gently pressed down on it. The distorted void returned to its flat state, and the invisible gale abruptly ceased.

"Ha...hoo...ha..."

The deathly silence lasted less than two seconds, after which a chorus of panting breaths erupted on the dock.

The sound was extremely loud, with thousands of top-tier superhumans simultaneously inhaling and exhaling, creating a continuous chorus that sounded like countless giant bellows being pulled frantically.

Lu Jin withdrew his Reverse Life Triple Technique. Due to the intense burst of power just now, his suit was soaked with sweat. He was holding his knees, his chest heaving violently, and said, "It's been decades since I last saw you. Martial Uncle is getting more and more powerful."

In the North China region's camp, Zhang Chulan plopped down on the ground, too exhausted even to wipe his sweat.

"Oh my god... I'm finally alive."

"Third brother, fourth brother... is this a greeting or a demolition order?" Zhang Chulan glanced at the Zhenhai ship that was gradually approaching the shore with lingering fear, his voice trembling.

Xu San reached up and adjusted his glasses. Several extremely fine cracks had appeared on the lenses, and his hand trembled slightly. "This is probably... the Emperor of the Sea's greeting."

Feng Baobao patted the dust off her clothes, her empty eyes staring at the bow of the boat, and uttered, "That person is so fierce."

……

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the massive locks of the Zhenhai slammed heavily onto the harbor. Immediately afterward, the enormous fleet behind it began to dock in an orderly fashion. One ship after another, forming a long line, the sheer number of ships seemed to fill the entire coastline of Shanghai.

Jiang Zhen led Lin Zhu down the gangway slowly. Lin Zhu's hand was in his arm, their steps unhurried, their gaze sweeping over the familiar yet unfamiliar faces on the dock.

Zhao Fangxu, no longer bothering to wipe the sweat from his face, touched the token in his pocket again to make sure it was still there. Then, he took a deep breath and jogged towards Jiang Zhen, the hem of his suit jacket billowing and falling back down in the sea breeze. He stopped a few steps away from Jiang Zhen, holding the token above his chest with both hands, his posture extremely humble.

"Uncle Jiang! It's me, Fang Xu."

Jiang Zhen stopped, glanced down at the token, then looked at Zhao Fangxu's round face. Time seemed to rewind the moment he met that face.

“Fang Xu… Mr. Zhao’s son.” Jiang Zhen reached out, took the token, looked it over, and then returned it to him. “I remember you. I didn’t expect you to have grown up so much and become an official.”

Zhao Fangxu smiled awkwardly. The company chairman, who was so imposing outside, was now as obedient as a primary school student: "Thanks to you, the country has taken care of me and given me a position to shine and serve everyone."

Duanmu Ying also disembarked. At this moment, her pupils were one blue and one red. When she saw the people from the other side of Na Du Tong, she showed a look of doubt.

Under Zhao Fangxu's guidance, Jiang Zhen shook hands and talked with the leaders one by one.

During their pleasantries, Jiang Zhen casually beckoned to Huang Jiechun behind him.

Huang Chunjie strode forward. Jiang Zhen patted him on the shoulder and gestured slightly towards the leaders: "This is Huang Chunjie, the current general manager of New World. You should all be familiar with him. Discuss the specific material coordination, the arrival of the fleet, and the paperwork with him. He's much more meticulous than I am."

"They take care of all those miscellaneous things for me, so I can just talk to them."

Huang Chunjie politely stepped forward, and the leaders from his hometown shook hands with him.

Lin Zhu suddenly tightened her grip on Jiang Zhen's hand. Jiang Zhen followed her gaze and looked over—the people from Tengshan were standing on the side of the alien camp, and several older nuns had been looking at Lin Zhu through the crowd for quite some time.

Fang Ying followed from behind and exchanged a glance with Lin Zhu.

Jiang Zhen lowered his head and said softly, "Go ahead, leave the rest to me."

Lin Zhu released his arm and walked with Fang Ying towards Tengshan. The nuns of Tengshan came to greet them, and Lin Zhu quickened his pace a little more than usual.

Jiang Zhen watched her walk into the crowd at Tengshan, then turned and walked towards the alien camp.

Before he could even get close, Wang Weiguo had already taken the lead, leading a massive crowd of over a thousand descendants of the Canal Gang, who all knelt on one knee in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth:

"Welcome home to your new position!"

"Welcome home, new sir!!"

The roar pierced through the sea mist, even startling the birds in the distance. Wang Weiguo, at the very front, had a flushed face, flushed with extreme excitement and exhilaration.

Jiang Zhen stopped in front of him.

"Alright, Weiguo, what era are we living in? This kind of thing doesn't work anymore. Quickly get the brothers up." Jiang Zhenxu helped him up.

Wang Weiguo stood up, his back still slightly bowed as usual, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Upon taking office, this ceremony cannot be skipped. The brothers have been looking forward to this day for decades—those old buddies who saw you off at the dock back then all told their children and grandchildren the same thing before they left: when you come home after taking office, you must come to greet us."

Jiang Zhen looked around at the excited faces and sighed, "You've worked so hard all these years, taking such good care of our brothers in Shanghai and back home."

"It's not hard work! This is just our duty!"

Jiang Zhen nodded, then turned and waved to the people behind him: "Bring out what I prepared. Every descendant of the Canal Gang present here, without exception. I, Jiang Zhen, returned to my hometown without bringing anything else, but I prepared some red envelopes. Remember to collect them later."

......

“Oh right, Shangwei,” Wang Weiguo suddenly remembered something and quickly pulled the young man who had been standing in the shadows behind him out. The force was so great that the young man staggered half a step before regaining his balance. “This is my youngest son, Wang Ye. He is also an extraordinary person and learned some minor skills at Wudang.”

Wang was pulled so hard by his father that he almost lost his balance. He was wearing a slightly oversized tracksuit, his eyes half-closed, looking like he hadn't woken up yet, but there was a very subtle alertness deep in his pupils.

"Hello, Grandpa Jiang..." Wang Ye yawned and forced a greeting.

That yawn wasn't faked; he really hadn't slept well last night because he was curious about the fate of this "Sea Emperor" and had entered the "inner world."

In the world of Qimen Dunjia practitioners, there will be corresponding answers in their inner vision for every person and event that exists in this world—even if they are vague or fragmented, there will definitely be one.

But as soon as he entered the inner realm, before he could even ask any questions, the inner realm kicked him out. This happened all night.

That was the first time Wang Ye truly felt what it meant to be "unidentified and unapproachable".

Seeing Wang Ye's listless and half-dead appearance, Wang Weiguo was instantly enraged. He slapped him on the back of the head with just the right amount of force—not too light, not too heavy—just enough to make him nod forward: "You bastard! How dare you call Uncle Jiang that? Call him the superior!"

Wang Ye shrank back, about to change his mind, but Jiang Zhen waved his hand.

"It's alright, Weiguo. He's just a child, you can call him whatever you want."

Jiang Zhen looked at Wang Ye with great interest.

"Feng Hou Qi Men?"

Wang Ye was startled, his eyes instantly becoming extremely clear. He stared at Jiang Zhen, his face full of disbelief: "You... how did you know?"