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

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!

Without any warning, a terrifying and extremely violent Conqueror's Haki erupted from Jiang Zhen's towering body!

"Snap! Snap!"

The hard bluestone ground surrounding the pavilion shattered and crumbled in an instant, turning into dust everywhere.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, Jiang Zhen condensed and compressed the raging Conqueror's Haki to the extreme, without deliberately leaking it outwards. However, the terrifying will that overwhelmed the world still caused the supernatural beings present to lose their composure and fall into an abyss of absolute disorientation for a moment.

Before everyone could recover from their daze...

Tear--!

Following Jiang Zhen's head, an incredibly thick bolt of black and red lightning, accompanied by a violent roar, shot into the sky at a terrifying speed that exceeded the limits of the naked eye!

The black and red lightning bolt, accompanied by a piercing sound, brutally tore apart the dense clouds above Longhu Mountain, transforming into a peerless black blade that ripped through the sky, and continued to spread wildly towards the deepest reaches of space!

The sky was cleaved open.

Meanwhile, in the desolate high-altitude orbit far beyond Earth's core, an extraterrestrial surveillance satellite belonging to the United States is pointing its lens at Jiang Zhen on Longhu Mountain.

At Behemoth headquarters in the United States, several core executives were gathered around a giant screen, watching the high-definition footage of the scene with grim expressions.

"Oh, damn it, he's found us?" A senior executive looked at Jiang Zhen, who suddenly looked up and coldly pointed at the camera, and asked with some doubt.

"Impossible! This is outer orbit! Unless he is God, otherwise..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

On their monitoring screens, a black and red lightning bolt, indescribable and almost severing the entire blue planet in half, suddenly flashed across the surface and disappeared!

At that moment, the image transmitted back by the satellite was completely frozen in time.

In the cold, dark space, the black and red lightning bolt struck the satellite head-on with perfect precision. Then, the entire satellite disintegrated and exploded in an instant, like a fragile block of tofu, turning into the most primitive space debris.

beep - beep - beep -

In an instant, all the screens at Behemoth headquarters turned into static, white noise with no signal, and the piercing dial tone stretched out for an extremely long time.

A deathly silence fell over the conference room. Everyone stared at the blank white screen, their pupils dilated, their lips moving, but no sound came out.

......

The back of Longhu Mountain.

The towering black and red lightning gradually dissipated, and the split clouds slowly closed up.

Jiang Zhen slowly withdrew his gaze, and the terrifying aura around him vanished without a trace, as if the demon god who had almost turned the sky upside down was not him at all.

He clapped his hands somewhat listlessly, then waved to Zhao Fangxu, who had just come to his senses and was still secretly swallowing his saliva:

"Fang Xu, stop spacing out and get to work. Otherwise, many people here won't be able to sleep."

Chapter 167 May God bless mankind

With Jiang Zhen's order to descend the mountain, all relevant forces within the Dragon Kingdom sprang into action like wound-up machines, turning frantically. The entire organization moved with absurd speed and frightening efficiency—as if they couldn't wait to get Jiang Zhen off the land in the fastest and safest way possible.

The commotion when they left was even greater than when they arrived.

Traffic control was implemented on all highways and national roads along the route several hours before the convoy set off. Observation posts were deployed at high points along each section of the route, several helicopters patrolled the sky continuously, and emergency convoys were on standby at every key point on the ground.

In the joint command center responsible for coordinating this return operation, a high-ranking official was personally overseeing the operation, with real-time wind and wave data pushed by the meteorological department and simultaneous alert reports from the military along the route. Every few minutes, he would pick up the walkie-talkie to check on the progress; the dark circles under his eyes had accumulated in several layers, but his gaze never left the screen.

In the early hours of the third day, outside the port of Shanghai, the sea was a dark mass of hundreds of thousands of people from the New World had already boarded their ships. The port's searchlights illuminated the entire dock as bright as day, and the white coats bearing the word "Justice" formed a continuous line in the interplay of morning light and streetlights.

The staff from Longguo and the employees of Nadutong stood in the cold wind all night on the dock, until the gangplank of the last transport ship was retracted and the hatch was closed, before anyone dared to quietly stretch their stiff shoulders.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in a simple Taoist robe, looked at Jiang Zhen, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and let out a long sigh:

“Uncle-Master, who knows how many years it will be before we meet again. No… Uncle-Master, from the perspective of the Celestial Master’s Mansion and the Dragon Kingdom, I truly hope that we will never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhen not only wasn't angry, but instead grinned and burst into laughter. He reached out and patted Zhang Zhiwei's shoulder heavily.

"Zhiwei, how come you, a Celestial Master, have so many unnecessary thoughts? Just focus on cultivating your Tao."

After saying that, Jiang Zhen turned around and boarded the ship, waving goodbye to Zhang Zhiwei with his back to him.

"Let's go! Head back!"

Rumbling--

The propellers of countless giant ships churned the seawater wildly, creating white spray that filled the sky. Accompanied by the sound of ship horns tearing through the sea fog, the grand fleet of ships from the New World sailed away from the port, returning to its headquarters in the New World.

Jiang Zhen is gone, but the aftermath of his death is only just beginning to truly take hold.

Under the absolute pressure of the prevailing trend, the originally fragmented international landscape of this world underwent a tremendous and earth-shattering transformation in a very short period of time.

The situation of hundreds of countries surrendering is irreversible. For the first time, those remaining countries with vast territories and complete industrial systems are experiencing a sense of crisis they have never felt before, a sense of crisis that chills them to the bone—not the threat of war, not economic blockade, but a more fundamental, catastrophic disaster that could uproot the entire country from its historical roots.

Power connected! Emergency connection!

For the first time, those international organizations that used to bicker and sabotage each other at international conferences now possess genuine cohesion and substantive significance.

This is no longer a question of whether or not to want to. A terrifying behemoth capable of ruling the world has already emerged on this side. If those on the other side continue to govern themselves and fight amongst themselves, then it won't be long before they are completely devoured by the new world and disappear into the annals of history.

In a state of extreme panic and huddling together for warmth, the world order began to evolve in a very natural, yet extremely cruel, direction toward "secondary differentiation."

One pole is a new world where Jiang Zhen, the emperor of the sea, is the absolute god and all nations submit to him.

The other pole is the "Rim of the Continental United Organization," which was established by major powers such as the United States, the United Kingdom, the United States of Lanxi, and the United Kingdom of Xiong.

They stopped scheming against each other and sabotaging each other. For the first time, they truly worked together for survival—intelligence sharing, technology exchange, military alliances—and all the things that used to take decades to come to fruition were finalized in just a few days.

At the Behemoth headquarters in the United States, the underground frozen defense line in the United Kingdom, and the royal secret chambers in Europe—in the secret underground bases of major powers—countless heavy blast-proof steel doors were frantically opened by swiping cards. Red alarm lights flashed wildly, researchers rushed down the corridors carrying thick stacks of top-secret files, military generals argued loudly in conference rooms over troop deployment maps projected on a projector, and top superhumans were urgently recalled from various secret facilities.

Everyone was sweating profusely as they meticulously reviewed their secret trump cards, which they had secretly developed over the years to deal with Jiang Zhen and to suppress the New World.

"The 'Godfall' Genetic Modification Project".

"Son of God" cyborgs.

"Anti-oscillation device".

……

All have been unsealed.

However, amidst the preparations made by the top leadership of major powers, their actions on the streets also triggered another chaotic chain reaction.

The "Global Human Consciousness Network" created by Qu Tong of Yaoxing Society before his death, though brief, has left an invincible, godlike, terrifying shadow of Jiang Zhen in the minds of countless ordinary people in the West.

The experience of being forcibly pulled into a white, empty space and having a cold voice press your head down to listen to a pronouncement is not something anyone can easily process.

On the streets of major Western countries, tens of thousands of protesters, their expressions almost frenzied, are constantly pouring out.

They tore down the original slogans like "Environmental Protection" and "Race Knight," replacing them with newly written signs. They set fire to cars parked on the street, built makeshift barricades with trash cans and roadblocks, and the dense crowds hysterically chanted slogans in the streets, their voices deafening.

"For freedom! For the times! We must never bow down to dictators!"

"Technology will never perish! Long live mortals! We don't need a demon riding on the backs of all humanity!"

"For the world, for civilization, war against the new world! War!!!"

The wave of protests stretched as far as the eye could see, from Times Square in New York to Trafalgar Square in London, from the Champs-Élysées in Paris to the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin. Frenzy and chaos reigned, and the air was thick with a sense of impending doom, as if civilization were on the verge of collapse.

……

The western Pacific Ocean, on the endless blue sea.

The core headquarters of the new world is already faintly visible on the horizon.

Jiang Zhen stood on the deck of the Zhenhai, gazing at the increasingly close outline of the island ahead, and watching the familiar buildings on the dock gradually become clearer.

Meanwhile.

Thousands of miles away, in the underground chamber of Behemoth in the United States, the command center of the ultimate defense line in the Bear Kingdom, and the royal underground fortress of the Kingdom of Jili.

As the heads of state of several major powers watched the New World fleet returning smoothly on the screen, their eyes, in that instant, all resolved with a ruthless determination to destroy everything in their path.

Since the world order can no longer be restored to what it was before, and since that behemoth has already shown its claws.

“We’ve been studying how to deal with him for decades, and now it’s time to put him to the test.”

May God bless mankind.

The president of the United States murmured in a hoarse voice, then stretched out a trembling but resolute finger and pressed hard on a blood-red ultimate button.

Jiang Zhen returned to the new world. He had only taken a few steps ashore when he suddenly turned his head to look into the distance.

Chapter 168 Saturation-Style World-Destroying Bombing

Jiang Zhen suddenly looked into the distance.

"What happened, sir?" Huang Chunjie followed closely behind him, keenly noticing the subtle change in Jiang Zhen's expression, and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Zhen did not answer immediately. His gaze seemed to pierce through tens of thousands of miles of clouds. After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"Something big is coming. Have Old Ma activate all the defense systems and notify everyone to go on high alert."

Then, Jiang Zhen looked at the horizon and muttered to himself, "A chain of suspicion? Are they planning to strike first, thinking that my return home is their best window for retaliation?"

Huang Chunjie's expression changed drastically as he instantly realized something. Without uttering a single word, he immediately relayed Jiang Zhen's instructions throughout the New World.

As time went on, an eerie sense of oppression spread across the upper atmosphere.

The first to sense the anomaly were Huang Chunjie, the twelve captains of the New World's Grand Fleet, and a small group of others. Their solid life force combined with their keen Observation Haki caused them to simultaneously perceive a strange palpitation. It wasn't the fear brought by ordinary attacks, but rather a warning of death, akin to a biological instinct.

Next came the slightly weaker elite members, whose skin felt a stinging sensation.

At this moment, all of the New World's defense systems were fully activated.

A massive, pale blue light shield rose from the edge of the floating islands, layer upon layer, like an indestructible curtain of the sky.

People loading and unloading cargo at the port stopped what they were doing, young disciples practicing on the training ground put away their stances, and researchers in the research park looked up from their microscopes and terminal screens—all eyes turned to the sky.

"What is that?" One person squinted and stared intently at the distant sky.

Above the sky, dozens of tiny black dots tore through the clouds, trailing long, twisted tails of flame, flying at an extremely fast speed.

"That's a missile? Which country has gone mad? Daring to launch an attack of this magnitude against the New World!" An old man looked up, his face filled with disbelief. He had lived in the New World for decades, witnessing everything from the ruins of Nagasaki to the reckoning in Tokyo, from the aircraft carrier graveyards of the Western Pacific to the current spectacle of hundreds of nations kneeling in surrender. In his mind, no power in the world dared to bare its teeth at the New World, let alone directly attack it.

"No...that doesn't look like a conventional missile."

Before the words were even finished, a gasp rang out from the crowd: "Holy crap! It's a nuclear missile! The markings on that missile are nuclear!"