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

"A nuclear bomb?! Have they gone mad?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell among the people of the New World. For them, nuclear weapons were not some unknown taboo, after all, the New World's arsenal contained a considerable stockpile, and the research park even had a dedicated nuclear energy research laboratory responsible for developing the next generation of fusion energy.

They knew all too well the destructive power of that attack, and that was why, when they saw the dense array of nuclear strikes hurtling toward the new world like a meteor shower, their first reaction was not fear, but rather an unusual rage.

"Damn it! The higher-ups haven't even done anything to you yet, and you dare to bare your teeth? This is outrageous!"

"Is this some kind of show of force to raze the New World to the ground?!"

Surprisingly, despite the devastating attack overhead, no one in the new world fled in fear.

The reason is simple—Jiang Zhen is there.

The man stood with his arms crossed, steadily on the top floor of the New World's highest command building, gazing calmly at the sky. Everyone in the New World had a blind, almost religious, faith in Jiang Zhen.

The moment the New World's defense system detected the nuclear missile swarm, it went into full operation.

The entire New World archipelago began to tremble slightly, as if it were coming to life.

The New World is the culmination of decades of perfect integration of "supernatural Qi" and "cutting-edge industrial technology". Each defensive turret contains a "talisman" inscribed by a top array master, powered by the New World's unique Qi aggregation furnace.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The defense system went into full power, and the "Vibration Gold Rune Cannons" deployed on the archipelago instantly spewed out dazzling blue light, which was an electromagnetic pulse beam generated by highly compressed true qi.

Each beam of light, empowered by true qi, precisely destroyed the nuclear bomb high in the sky. Huge fireballs bloomed one after another above the clouds.

The radiation and radioactive dust were blocked at high altitude by the shielding barrier, forming a layer of gray-black smoke.

However, the other party was clearly determined to "eradicate completely, regardless of the cost".

The first wave of fire rain had barely been stopped when even denser points of light lit up the horizon. The second, third, and even fourth waves of attacks left the New World with no respite, as if the enemy intended to unleash all their reserves upon the New World archipelago.

Even the incredibly strong True Qi array was beginning to struggle against this saturation attack. The shield trembled violently under the continuous nuclear explosions, and the outermost layer of the light shield had developed tiny cracks. Although these were immediately repaired by the internal repair array, the repair speed was visibly slowing down.

The superhumans responsible for maintaining the array sat cross-legged in front of the control panel of the fusion furnace, their hands resting on the rune-covered control panel. Blood began to seep from the corners of their mouths, a sign that their meridians were beginning to suffer minor damage from prolonged overload.

Jiang An was the first to lose her composure. She flipped over and mounted Thundercloud Thunderswamp. The black thundercloud, with its distinctive facial features, let out a deep, excited roar, carrying her like a streak of black-purple lightning as she soared into the sky. Her sword of justice drew a gleaming silver arc beside her, and wherever its blade passed, the air seemed to be imbued with a fleeting spirituality. "I have come to bestow souls upon you!" Her voice echoed in the high sky, and her strikes spread out in all directions like silver waves.

The nuclear missiles struck by her sword intent suddenly sprouted facial features on their surfaces—some looked like angry beasts, some like confused children, and some even opened a pair of bewildered eyes.

“Go back to where you came from!”

"Yes, Mom!" The nuclear missiles, now imbued with life, drew perfect arcs in the air, changing direction like an aircraft carrier turning around, and flying back to the base that launched them, trailing long fiery tails.

Jiang Ping transformed into a half-dragon and climbed into the sky. A violent gust of wind spewed from his mouth, and the hurricane composed of countless wind blades spread wildly in the air, instantly disrupting the trajectories of dozens of nuclear bombs, causing them to collide with each other and detonate in a chain reaction in the sky.

Jiang Shun scratched his head, looking helplessly at his eldest brother and second sister who had already flown into the sky. It seemed that he was the only one who couldn't fly, so he had to resort to the old method. He immediately stepped on the Moon Step and hurriedly rose into the air, his Conqueror's Haki instantly shining brightly.

The others used their own methods to resist.

Jiang Zhen frowned.

The scale of this nuclear strike far exceeded his expectations—the other side had clearly brought out all their hidden reserves. This reckless tactic was no longer a test; it was an attempt to completely wipe the existence of the new world off the face of the earth.

"That's enough, you're asking for it."

Against the backdrop of the falling nuclear light, Jiang Zhen slowly clenched his fists, and a shimmering white halo emanated from them.

He simply raised his left hand slightly and made a grasping and twisting motion.

In that instant, there was no deafening roar, only a very faint hum.

The atmosphere seemed to be being violently kneaded by an invisible hand. Those nuclear bombs that hadn't yet detonated instantly shattered upon contact with the spreading shockwave.

The powerful shockwave continued to spread across the sky, and the missiles behind it immediately disintegrated and exploded upon contact.

The nuclear radiation produced by the explosion—gamma rays, neutron flux, radioactive dust, and electromagnetic pulses—did not spread outwards like in a conventional nuclear explosion. Instead, propelled by the force of the shockwave, it rose faster and faster towards the outside of the atmosphere. All the radiation was expelled into outer space, and the ball of light transformed into a straight pillar of light as it broke through the atmosphere.

A huge black hole slowly appeared in the sky.

Chapter 169 Since we're going to do it, let's see it through to the end.

Outside the atmosphere, the spatial domain that Jiang Zhen forcibly kneaded and distorted was like an invisible "heavenly pot," completely sealing off the entire airspace.

Any flying unit that dares to cross the boundary, once it touches that shock barrier that gleams with a cold white light, will instantly turn into dust as if it had crashed into an indestructible iron wall.

In the command centers of various countries, the red dots that were originally densely packed and advancing toward the new world with unstoppable momentum on the satellite monitoring screens went out in large swaths the moment they touched that barrier.

The generals from various countries were pale-faced, their uniforms soaked with sweat.

Despite their mental preparation, despite having rehearsed countless possibilities of failure, and despite the intelligence department having repeatedly simulated every scenario of Jiang Zhen's attack—when that scene actually occurred, the fear of the unknown still shattered all their illusions in an instant.

Humanity's most prized strategic nuclear strike force to date was utterly powerless against that colossal barrier, unable to even touch a corner of Jiang Zhen's clothes. This was not merely a failure of weaponry, but also a complete collapse of the logic upon which the entire old industrial civilization relied to maintain its confidence—greater yield and faster speed—in the face of extraordinary power.

Outside the conference room, the chants of the march continued. The ordinary people who were tearing up banners, setting cars on fire, and hysterically shouting for war against the new world were completely unaware that just moments before, the largest nuclear strike launched by all their nations had been thwarted by a single person with one hand.

Meanwhile, those countries' nuclear strike bases are facing another catastrophic disaster.

"For Mom! For the Emperor of the Sea!!!"

A sharp, fervent cry, tinged with the innocent voice of a child yet unwavering determination, resounded through radio waves in the receiving towers of launch sites around the world.

Those were nuclear missiles imbued with a "soul" by Jiang An. They were no longer cold, lifeless metal constructs, but rather "suicide squads" possessing self-awareness, upholding Jiang Zhen's beliefs, and ready to die for their cause.

Those nuclear missiles drew bizarre arcs in the air, evading layers upon layers of air defense interception networks with extreme agility. When the radar beams of the anti-missile system locked onto them, they would sidestep, roll, dive, and then rise sharply, making all sorts of evasive maneuvers that defied the principles of aerodynamics. Like a group of specially trained special forces soldiers, they drew desperate trajectories on the radar screen and plunged straight back to their "home."

"Intercept them quickly!! Don't let them fall!!"

"It's no use! The lock-on failed! They...they're evading our defense algorithm!!"

The next second, mushroom clouds rose one after another on the horizon, and orange-red fireballs engulfed the launch silos, control towers, fuel depots, and airstrips. The shockwave leveled everything within a radius of several kilometers like toppling playing cards. The strategic strike capabilities that nations were so proud of became the fuse that ignited their own destruction in that instant.

An unprecedented world war broke out in just a few minutes.

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New World, Council Hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely strange, but it was not because of panic, but because of anger and excitement. Jiang Zhen sat at the head of the table, his expression calm.

Below, the twelve captains of the new world's great ships and heads of various departments gathered together, each with a burning flame in their eyes.

"Oh!"

Zhao Jie slammed his hand on the table, veins bulging on his neck, his eyes bloodshot.

"The higher-ups! Those bastards! This is a formal declaration of war! Nuclear bombs! Fuck nuclear bombs! They want to wipe us all off the map, along with this island!"

"We know you have no intention of taking this position, but the current global situation is very clear, and we are now in a difficult situation. In the past, we only needed to maintain our maritime hegemony, but things are different now."

Another cadre stood up and said in a deep voice, "That's right. After that girl's declaration, the whole world was forced to take a stand. Now it's even better. They actually dared to make the first move. It's simply brilliant."

Everyone present in the New World was undoubtedly grateful to Qu Tong. Without her declaration of global consciousness networking, the world situation might have maintained that false calm—everyone was holding back, and no one dared to break the silence.

But now, that paper has been torn apart by the other side. It wasn't New World that started it; they took the initiative to escalate the conflict to an irreversible point.

What do you call this? It's like someone bringing you a pillow when you're sleepy, or someone making up your bed and handing you a hot water bottle when you're sleepy.

"Take the position!" the crowd shouted in unison.

"Dad!" Jiang Ping, Jiang An, and Jiang Shun, the three siblings, also looked at him.

Jiang Zhen didn't answer directly. Instead, he stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was the bustling scene of the new world, which he had built up bit by bit over the decades.

"I, Jiang Zhen, am not the kind of person who likes to compromise and make concessions."

These words, though spoken lightly, struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. The entire hall held their breath, awaiting the next sentence.

Jiang Zhen suddenly turned around, and in that instant, the Conqueror's Haki emanating from his body spread out as if it were a tangible force. The air in the entire council hall seemed to freeze, and under this pressure, they all let out a mournful cry of unbearable pain.

His gaze, sharp as a torch, swept over everyone present, a chilling smile playing on his lips:

"Since we've started, let's see it through to the end!"

"They want to fight, and they've already taken action. So when to stop and how far to fight is not up to them!"

The crowd was overjoyed. This was the man they had followed, who had never hesitated even when facing the entire world.

At that moment, everyone exchanged glances, and an indescribable understanding welled up in their hearts. They all stepped forward and knelt down on one knee in front of Jiang Zhen.

"Sir, we have one last request to make!"

Jiang Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly: "Speak."

The council door was suddenly pushed open, and several solemn-looking guards carried in an object.

Upon seeing this thing, Jiang Zhen's originally sharp eyebrows instantly twitched, and his expression became slightly strange.

Why is it this again?

Decades ago, before he went on tour of Shanghai, he searched for months, turning the entire headquarters of the Canal Gang upside down in his search for this robe, but to no avail. Then, on the day of his tour, a group of his old brothers rushed into his room, pried open his bed in no time, and pulled out the robe.

Good heavens, it's true what they say, you can't see what's right under your nose. He was so exhausted from searching for this thing, who would have thought that the robe was hidden under his bed, and he even slept on it for months.

Now, this black background, with its five-clawed dragon pattern and gold thread embroidery, looks lifelike under the light. After many years, it has reappeared before my eyes.

Several people carried the robe all the way to Jiang Zhen, stopped, raised the robe high with both hands, and shouted in unison.

"Please ascend the throne...and be crowned!"

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I've reached the word limit, I'll post it again tomorrow.

Chapter 170 By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous.

The hall was deathly silent; everyone held their breath.

Jiang Zhen stared at the dark black dragon robe, remaining silent for a long time.

Just then, Huang Chunjie held up a pure gold box with intricate cloud patterns and various rare treasures, bowing low as he slowly moved forward until the box was placed steadily in front of Jiang Zhen before stopping.

Jiang Zhen lowered his head slightly, looked at the box, and asked in confusion, "Spring Festival, what's this?"

The three siblings, Jiang Ping, Jiang An, and Jiang Shun, exchanged a glance, then stepped forward in unison, reached out, and steadily lifted the lid.

A burst of light suddenly erupted, but the light did not come from a light source; rather, it was the spiritual essence emanating from the object itself.

A seal carved from the world's finest jade, with nine dragons coiled around it, lies quietly in the box. Its entire body radiates a warm yet domineering precious light. Each of the nine dragons has a unique form: some raise their heads to the sky, some coil and gather their strength, and some open their mouths to roar angrily. Every dragon scale is carved with exquisite detail, and even under the bright light, it still shines brightly.

Jiang Zhen paused for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the cold jade surface and gently lifting it.

At the bottom of the seal, eight ancient and simple characters stand out: "By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous."