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

This is a declaration.

He will extinguish all the flames of injustice and greed in this world, until under this starry sky, there are no more walls built by the powerful and wealthy, and no more tears of blood from the weak.

Everything is dedicated to the Emperor of the Sea!!!

The fervent, almost frenzied, echoed repeatedly in the consciousness of billions of people, lingering for a long time.

Chapter 162 Aftermath, a World in Terror!

"Om-"

After reaching its zenith, the deep blue light that stretched across the globe finally receded from the night sky, like the receding tide.

In the real world, at the top-floor office of the Yaoxing Society headquarters.

As the global consciousness space was severed, Qu Tong's body swayed violently upon returning to reality. Her primordial true qi and divine soul had been completely burned away, leaving not a trace, in that unreserved synchronization of global human consciousness.

Without the support of true qi, her body, which had maintained its youthfulness for decades through the Dual-Hand Technique, rapidly withered and aged within seconds at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her beautiful hair instantly turned gray and dry, and her skin was covered with layers of aged wrinkles, like a flower withering in fast motion.

"Clap."

She collapsed helplessly to the ground, becoming a dying old woman, yet smiling with immense satisfaction.

Moreover, due to the complete disintegration of her soul, faint blue fluorescence began to emanate from the surface of her body. These fluorescences transformed into countless tiny photons, which gradually dissipated and blurred in the air with the night breeze.

"Pity……"

Qu Tong struggled to lift her head, and with her eyes, which were already completely cloudy and about to disappear, she took one last look at Jiang Zhen's information on the office wall. Her voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz:

"In the end... I still couldn't see you in person... I couldn't express my gratitude to you in person... But... I am already satisfied..."

"After all, if I were to actually meet you, I probably wouldn't even have the chance to make a move..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the last half of her body turned into countless blue photons, which completely dissipated into the air under the direct beam of the military helicopter searchlight, leaving not even a trace of ash.

The president of Yaoxing Society, who stirred up a bloody storm in the industry, ultimately died cleanly in such a tool-like manner.

A deathly silence fell over the office.

The temporary workers, the elites from All-Knowing, and Duanmu Ying, who had just been forcibly pulled into the consciousness space, gradually regained their senses. No one spoke on the entire floor; only the deafening roar of the military helicopters outside the windows echoed wildly through the deathly silence of the ruins.

Duanmu Ying sighed softly, "Is it worth it?"

Xiao Zizai silently withdrew his hands, the bloodlust in his eyes long gone. He looked at the spot where Qu Tong had disappeared, and rubbed his wrists listlessly.

Wang Zhenqiu, usually so nonchalant and unconcerned about anything, was now covered in cold sweat. He stared intently at the lingering blue photons, his smile unusually absent, and swallowed hard before muttering:

"I mean... um... did we accidentally get involved in something serious?"

He leaned against the broken wall, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and his hand trembled slightly. He took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke, and said, "It's not just 'us' who got involved; the whole world was dragged into this by that woman. That space just now—you all went in, didn't you?"

“She’s inside.” Old Meng’s face was pale. He pushed up his glasses, his voice trembling violently. “Everyone is inside. I just heard many foreign languages ​​that I couldn’t understand at all. There were so many people, it was densely packed. She… she actually pulled the whole world in.”

Chen Duo stood to the side, tilted her head, and looked out the window with a somewhat confused expression: "Jiang Zhen...?"

No one answered. Instead, they all turned to look at Duanmu Ying, who was standing at the front.

Duanmu Ying stood with her arms crossed, her expression extremely complex—a mixture of shock, helplessness, and the complex emotions of a healer for a life she had saved. After a long silence, she finally spoke:

"Those murderers, if they don't seize this unprecedented opportunity, they're doomed..."

Unlike the deathly silence of the rooftop office, the moment they returned to reality, the entire world's ordinary society was plunged into unprecedented hysteria and total panic!

On the other side of the ocean, in America, it was noon.

The busy commuters and tourists taking photos in Times Square froze in an instant. Someone's coffee cup slipped from their hand, spilling coffee all over their pants; someone was taking a selfie, and their expression changed from joy to blankness, then from blankness to horror.

As they fell back into reality from that white, hazy space of consciousness, a chain-reaction car accident erupted at the intersection within seconds—the screeching of brakes, the clanging of metal, and the shattering of glass all blended together.

"I'm going crazy! There was just a voice talking in my head!"

"Superpowers! That's the voice of the devil! The end of the world is coming!"

Countless ordinary people screamed and ran wildly through the streets, and all mobile networks were completely paralyzed in an instant due to the frantic dialing.

Within minutes, the entrances of the cathedrals were crowded with believers who were weeping and kneeling in prayer. Some knelt on the steps with their hands raised to the sky, some pressed their faces against the cold stone slabs and repeatedly recited prayers, and some just stood there silently with their mouths open, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

In Europe, on the British Isles, night has just fallen.

The televisions in every household were still playing the evening news. The next second, people opened their windows and found their neighbors in their pajamas running into the street, questioning each other, their faces filled with despair for the unknown.

People of different languages, faiths, and skin colors shared the same fear at this moment—what exactly was the name "Jiang Zhen"? What exactly was the "Emperor of the Sea"?

Meanwhile, below the building, inside the temporary frontline command vehicle of NaDuTong, Chairman Zhao Fangxu sat quietly, his face deathly pale, even his lips devoid of color. His right palm, resting on the table, was covered in cold sweat from extreme shock and panic.

"Ring ring ring ring—!!"

A sudden, sharp, and piercing telephone ringing sounded; it was a top-secret call directly to the highest levels of government.

At that moment, the phone was lying on the table, ringing incessantly and violently.

Zhao Fangxu stared intently at the red phone, his eyes bloodshot. He remained motionless, even deliberately holding his breath. To be honest, he hadn't felt this apprehensive about answering the phone in a long time, because he knew all too well what it meant for this phone to ring at this critical juncture.

This is no different from the sky falling down.

In the midst of this suffocating standoff, the door of the command vehicle was violently pushed open.

"Chairman Zhao! Chairman Zhao!!"

Zhao Fangxu's personal confidential secretary stumbled in, his tie askew, one eye of his glasses missing, and he reported hysterically, his voice trembling with tears:

"It's all in chaos! It's all in chaos! Chairman Zhao! Everyone... Just a minute ago, all the civilians in the country, the leaders of the major military regions, the highest-ranking officials... everyone was forcibly pulled into that consciousness space!"

The secretary wiped away tears and cold sweat from her face, her teeth chattering as she continued, "An emergency meeting at the highest level has been convened! The instructions are—you must report the situation immediately!"

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner fear. He closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, his gaze once again becoming steely and resolute.

"What's the panic! The sky hasn't fallen yet! Let's put one thing at a time. First, let's tell the higher-ups that our operation was a great success. The headquarters of the Yaoxing Society has been completely uprooted, the ringleader Qu Tong has been executed, and the hidden danger has been eliminated!"

"Yes...yes!" The secretary nodded hurriedly and turned to arrange the top-secret video connection.

Zhao Fangxu glanced at the red phone that was still ringing wildly, and finally reached out his cold hand and grabbed the receiver tightly.

Faced with repeated questioning from the highest levels, Zhao Fangxu straightened his back and answered frankly:

"Commander, Qu Tong is using one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques left over from the Jia Shen Rebellion, the Dual-Handed Technique. She is an extreme fanatic; she has shattered her own soul over decades and buried it across the globe..."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone, and a full half minute passed before a reply came.

……

"Yes, I understand!"

Zhao Fangxu put down the phone, feeling utterly exhausted. He leaned back in his chair, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples with trembling fingers. The sirens outside were still wailing, the helicopters overhead were still roaring, and only one thought remained in his mind—the world was about to change.

At the same time, countless magical families and reclusive old monsters hidden in ancient castles in the West rushed out of their secluded chambers, their faces pale.

They unearthed old files, hidden for decades and with paper so brittle it was practically falling apart, from the deepest part of the secret room, muttering to themselves the name that no one had dared to mention for decades.

In the Dragon Kingdom, at the Celestial Master's Mansion on Mount Longhu.

The remnants of the Quanxing gang, who had just been swiftly suppressed by the regular army, were now being escorted down the mountain in rows with their hands tied behind their backs.

Gong Qing, the acting sect leader walking at the forefront, had also been pulled into the global consciousness space, even though his memories had been fragmented. Whether it was Qu Tong's dying moments of lucidity or something else, the severed memory fragments were partially pieced together in the consciousness space. He remembered some things—not completely, but enough for him to understand who he had cooperated with and who had discarded him.

Gong Qing stood on the mountain path, looking at the distant night sky, and suddenly, without warning, burst into wild laughter:

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Cough cough..."

Gong Qing laughed until tears streamed down his face, and he even coughed violently.

"Behave yourself! What are you laughing at?!" the escorting soldier shouted sternly.

Gong Qing turned around, his eyes gleaming with a crazed and mocking light, staring intently at the soldier. He took a deep breath of the chilly night air of Longhu Mountain, his tone filled with gloating fanaticism:

"That crazy woman Qu Tong has ripped the sky open! The Sea Emperor... Jiang Zhen! The world is about to change! Your red lines, your rules, are now a complete joke! Hahahaha, even if I die, it'll be worth it!!!"

"Take him away!!" The soldier's face was grim as he suppressed Gong Qing's incessant laughter and hurried down the mountain.

Chapter 163 Zhou Sheng appears, I'll beat you to death, you bastard!

The siege of the Yaoxing Society headquarters had just ended, and there wasn't even time to clean up the scene properly. Zhao Fangxu received a death order from the highest level and, together with Duanmu Ying, whose expression was strange, hurriedly boarded a military helicopter and flew back to Longhu Mountain at full speed.

On Longhu Mountain, the deep blue spiritual storm that had just swept across the globe naturally also engulfed this ancient mountain with no blind spots.

At that moment, everyone on Longhu Mountain, whether they were Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion, elite disciples from various sects, or people from the New World, all lost focus, their consciousness forcibly dragged into that vast white spiritual space by that immense power.

A moment later, the mental space closed.

"Huh...huh..."

A series of heavy breathing sounds echoed around the pavilion. The people from the New World, Jiang Zhen's children, and the various sects of extraordinary individuals scattered throughout Longhu Mountain all woke up, drenched in sweat.

When they fell back to reality, the fanatical yet cold voice in their minds still lingered in their ears, and the declaration "Everything is dedicated to the Emperor of the Sea" was like a branding iron, burning deep into the consciousness of everyone.

Everyone turned to look at Jiang Zhen.

"Ascend!"

One person's face flushed red, and his whole body trembled with excitement. He took a step forward, as if to say something.

"Go back."

Huang Chunjie coldly scanned the entire room, his voice low but carrying a strong warning: "Shut up! Let the higher-ups decide!"

The people in the new world were immediately alarmed and lowered their heads to retreat.

At this moment, all the various sects, aristocratic families, and extraordinary individuals who were originally on Longhu Mountain stood aside, looking at Jiang Zhen sitting there. Their faces were all pale, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

The voice they had just heard kept replaying in their minds—was Qu Tong telling the truth? Was the New World really going to tear down that wall? Was the Sea Emperor really going to rule the world? And was all of this orchestrated by him?

Jiang Zhen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and calmly met Zhang Zhiwei's gaze.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Jiang Zhen, stroked his beard helplessly, and said with a wry smile, "Uncle-Master, look at this..."

Jiang Zhen shook his head, his tone a mix of amusement and nonchalance: "Zhiwei, this isn't my fault, but... it doesn't really matter."

The two of them exchanged questions and answers casually. But the older generation of superhumans around them, such as Lu Jin and Lü Ci, had their faces twitching slightly. They knew better than anyone that Qu Tong's shout was tantamount to completely announcing the existence of superhumans to the world.

What's even more damning is that Qu Tong keeps saying that all of this is for the Sea Emperor—no matter how you look at it, it seems like Jiang Zhen instructed it, and even if it isn't, the whole world won't believe it.

Especially those countries that were already terrified by Jiang Zhen, dared not gamble at all.

Just as the entire arena fell silent, Wang Ye, who was standing not far away, made his move.