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

The eight words were like eight heavy blows, causing Jiang Zhen's pupils to shrink involuntarily and instantly drawing all of his attention.

Whether it was the radiance emanating from the jade seal itself or not, Jiang Zhen's eyes suddenly became incredibly dazzling.

Jiang Zhen picked up the entire jade seal and examined it repeatedly, stroking it.

Huang Chunjie slightly raised his head to observe Jiang Zhen's expression. Few Chinese people could see those words without being confused. Then, his voice trembled but remained firm:

"Sir, this is what Fifth Master, Master Bai, and Master Zhao left for you. Before Master Bai passed away, he handed this box to me. This piece of jade was a raw stone that Fifth Master and Master Zhao searched all over the world for their entire lives. Master Bai carved it himself, ruining hundreds of practice stones before daring to work on this piece of jade. Before they died, they entrusted it to you, saying that this was the last thing they could do for you, and it was the only thing they had left in this world."

"Master Bai also said that his engraving isn't very good, and asked you not to mind it."

Upon hearing this, a complex expression appeared on Jiang Zhen's face. The figures of the three people flashed through his mind, and he felt a slight tremor in his heart before letting out a soft chuckle.

"Those three old guys, even though they're gone, their obsession hasn't faded at all... Heh, I do miss you guys a bit."

A moment later, Jiang Zhen raised his head, the sadness in his eyes instantly vanishing. He glanced at the expectant eyes of the crowd, then casually grasped the jade seal in his hand.

"Guards, help me...help me change my clothes!"

"boom--!!!"

Ecstasy swept through everyone's hearts like a storm—it was the fervor of faith finding its ultimate destination, the fulfillment of decades of following, and the peace that the spirits of those old brothers buried in the earth could finally close their eyes in heaven.

……

As Jiang Zhen changed his clothes and slowly walked back to the hall, the golden dragon shone brightly under the lights, and the invisible imperial pressure swept across the entire New World Islands.

"Long live! Long live! Long live the Emperor!!!"

From the New World Council Hall to the entire New World Islands, a deafening roar of shouts, like ten thousand thunderclaps, shook the heavens.

Huang Chunjie lay prostrate on the ground, his head pounding against the hard earth. His shoulders trembled violently, and tears streamed down his face, soaking the ground. "Fifth Master, Master Bai, Master Zhao, you three can rest in peace now..."

At the very moment of the coronation, all the extraordinary individuals who could sense the secrets of heaven were plunged into unprecedented horror.

Dragon Kingdom, Celestial Master's Mansion.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the meditation room, his eyes closed in meditation. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he sprang up from the futon. His usually smiling and serene old face was filled with an unprecedented seriousness. He pushed open the door of the meditation room and strode into the courtyard. He looked up at the southeast, and his Qi surged wildly and uncontrollably.

"Uncle-Master, you're really going to pierce the sky with this move."

At the same time, top extraordinary individuals from various places, including Fang Dongtian, Zhou Meng, Zhou Sheng, and the leader of the Shangqing Sect, were shaken by the mysterious aura coming from the horizon. Almost simultaneously, they all stood up, their expressions changing drastically.

Everyone sensed the same thing at the same time—something had changed, something older and more fundamental, that almost dissipated "dragon energy" was stirring up again from the depths of the earth.

Liu Zhenguo, who was discussing things with Zhao Fangxu, suddenly froze. The teacup slipped from his hand, but he didn't pay attention to it. He just pushed up his slipped glasses, his voice trembling:

"Since the unprecedented upheaval, the 'dragon energy' that should have gradually dissipated in the world has become active at this moment! Moreover... they are frantically surging towards the same place! It's the direction of the new world... Master Jiang has truly seized the creation of heaven and earth, and reshaped the universe..."

At the same time, the conquest machine of the new world was officially launched.

At this moment, twelve large fleets of ships from the New World officially set sail from the port, with twelve shipping lanes radiating outward from the archipelago.

As the warships cut through the waves, every signal tower in the territorial waters was broadcasting the same announcement from the "New World":

Emperor's Decree at Sea:

The "American" is all bark and no bite; it obeys this order and will sever all ties!

Russia is outwardly strong but inwardly weak; respectfully obey this decree and sever ties with it!

"Britain" is all show and no substance; in accordance with this decree, we shall sever ties with them!

The Fa* is all show and no substance; in accordance with this decree, it shall be eradicated!

……

Each declaration struck the hearts of heads of state with precision, like an irresistible spell.

Jiang Zhen sat firmly in the new world, dressed in a black dragon robe, holding the jade seal that had been ordained by Heaven in his hand.

He looked into the distance and said to Huang Chunjie beside him:

"This is the third ocean cruise."

Huang Chunjie bowed slightly, awaiting the next command. He knew that Jiang Zhen had not finished speaking, and that the words he was about to utter would determine the fate of countless people.

“Tell them that if they are willing to be incorporated into my new world map, they will be renamed ‘provinces.’ Those who comply will stay, and those who resist… will be erased.”

Chapter 171 Recreating a Corner of the Marineford War

The waves surged, and dark clouds obscured the sun.

The main warships of the twelve fleets of the New World, like black steel behemoths, rampaged through the vital passageways of various oceans.

After the initial nuclear fireball subsided, the war quickly transitioned into a full-scale conflict. Great powers, after all, are great powers; their accumulated industrial strength and massive population base erupted in a final, frenzied display.

They knew very well that this was not a battle for territory, not a fight for resources, not any war in history that could be resolved through negotiations. This was a battle for survival, a battle for the continuation of civilization, an ultimate showdown where the loser would be completely erased from history, leaving not even a name behind.

Faced with the new world's integration of top-tier formations and true qi aggregation furnaces, as well as cutting-edge technologies that were incomprehensible even to look at, several major powers pulled out the things they had painstakingly researched for many years.

The first batch of "miniature nuclear fusion cyborgs" deployed to the battlefield numbered over 50,000. They felt no pain or fear, and their metal skeletons were filled with high-energy radiation coolant. When shattered, they could self-destruct as wreckage, turning everything around them into radioactive ruins.

The “Ancient Permafrost Gene Variant Fusion” roared as it burst out of the hatch. These giant beasts, several meters tall, were a fusion of ancient behemoth genes and violent true qi unearthed from the Siberian permafrost. Underneath their fur was a half-meter-thick layer of horny armor, which could only leave a shallow scorch mark when hit by ordinary rune cannons.

The "Holy Blood Steam Exoskeleton Knights" form an impenetrable steel defense line. Each exoskeleton is engraved with blood oath runes passed down from the era of the Knights of the Round Table, and the knights wield heavy steam-powered warhammers.

In an instant, the seas of the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans were turned into meat grinders. The collision of artillery fire and true qi evaporated the seawater into large swaths of scalding steam, and steel wreckage and fragments of corpses formed a floating carpet on the sea surface. Satellite cloud images showed that the once azure seas were being covered by a dark red pollution band.

The flames of war stretched for tens of thousands of miles, from the Bering Strait to the Strait of Malacca, from the Caribbean Sea to the North Sea; every sea was ablaze. In terms of manpower and resources, one had to admit that the greater powers had the resources to fight. With just a command from the commander, tens of thousands of cyborgs and genetically modified soldiers would flood the trenches like a tidal wave—they needed no rest, no resupply, no psychological counseling, only a coordinate and a command to "advance."

One wave fell, and the next wave, stepping over the remains of the previous one, continued their advance, building up one makeshift defensive line after another with sheer numbers. For the first time, the New World's offensive was directly halted, and the battle lines were locked in a bizarre stalemate on multiple fronts.

However, the top commanders of the major powers showed no sign of relaxation.

Inside the command center, the air was so heavy it felt like it could drip water. Dozens of screens were arranged in an arc-shaped wall, each displaying real-time data streams from different battlefields—casualty numbers were jumping up like a runaway faucet, and the progress bar for supplies was visibly sliding toward the red alert line.

"We deployed three mechanized divisions and 20,000 mutant fusion soldiers to the third line of defense, but their Transformation Bead is too cunning. It can unleash all sorts of bizarre abilities, and we can't defend against it. And that Six Styles makes their individual soldiers extremely mobile, and our heavy firepower simply can't lock onto them." A general looked at the data, his voice hoarse. "This is not a war, this is fighting with our lives."

"As long as it can be filled in! As long as it can be dragged out..."

“Drag it out? Have you forgotten the most fundamental question?” Another white-haired old man sitting at the head of the table chuckled self-deprecatingly, took off his military cap and placed it on the table. “We haven’t even seen that man’s face yet.”

Upon hearing this, the command center fell into an instant silence.

The generals in the hall exchanged bewildered glances, cold sweat unknowingly soaking their backs. Yes, they had plenty of manpower and resources, and their old technological achievements could even contend with the True Qi industry of the new world. But the most terrifying being hadn't even made a move so far.

As the war progressed, the remaining major powers were forced to make unprecedented compromises. Under pressure from a certain man, all political maneuvering, economic barriers, and military suspicions were forcibly shattered at that moment. The remaining powers merged seamlessly, forming a unique global united front.

"Listen, all parties must immediately share all their technological and material reserves!"

On the screen of the joint meeting, the Russian representative's face was so dark it could wring water: "Anyone who pulls the rug out from under us at this time, whoever shirks responsibility and tries to shift the blame, is disloyal to the entire civilization and to humanity! This is a war for the survival of our race; there is no turning back!"

"Fascism and Britain have all been incorporated into the US defense network. Our resources have been exhausted, and we can't hold on much longer!"

They abandoned all conflicts of interest and staked tens of millions of troops and all their trump cards on the same gamble.

However, just three hours after the joint command headquarters of the major powers completed its integration, a message that sent chills down their spines was delivered to everyone's command terminal via the highest priority red radio waves.

"Report...Report!!!"

The messenger scrambled open the door, his face ashen, his voice shrill and almost cracking: "'Sea Emperor'... Jiang Zhen! He's set off from the New World!!"

"What?! What's his target? Which defensive line?!" A general suddenly stood up and grabbed the messenger's collar tightly.

"No...not any defensive line! His course is heading straight for—the United International Headquarters!!"

boom!

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, shattering the minds of all the commanders.

United International.

This is now their highest command center for the global battlefield, the heart integrating the military resources and command networks of all major powers, and the highest hall of power of the old era. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a place that symbolizes human civilization and humanity's last sanctuary.

Jiang was shaken; his target was aimed directly at their heart.

In an instant, as the Emperor of the Sea set off, the local battles that had been raging in the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans all mysteriously ceased within a few hours.

The commanders' instinctive reaction, made simultaneously, was to withdraw troops from the battlefield and return to defense. Everyone knew that if the United Nations were destroyed, all their fighting on various fronts would be meaningless.

There was no more probing, no more back-and-forth.

"All ships turn around!!!" All the warships of the twelve major fleets of the New World drew huge arcs on the sea, frantically converging on Jiang Zhen's location. They wanted to follow, they wanted to witness the final page of this war being turned.

"All reservists, all cyborgs, all genetically modified humans... all troops, assemble immediately at the United International Headquarters!!!" The United Power Command roared hysterically.

At this moment, all the forces of the world, like two surging, raging tides, converged wildly from all directions of Earth toward the vast sea where the United Nations was located.

Everyone knew that Jiang Zhen's move meant the final battle.

There was no probing, no compromise, no other possibility.

Either Jiang Zhen wins, and from then on the world is unified, and there will only be one voice on Earth.

Either they win, using the lives of tens of millions of people and the ultimate crystallization of humanity's old industry to crush Jiang Zhen, and the world continues to flourish, maintaining the old order of the times.

At the United International headquarters, tens of thousands of intelligence reports from around the world used to be updated every second on the large electronic screens. The figures for battle damage, resource allocation, and energy responses were dazzling.

But now, all the screens have stopped. Not just the screens, but even the staff, senior generals, and heads of state inside them—everyone is silent.

They stared intently at the distant horizon.

From the distant mist, an indescribable sense of terrifying oppression swept in like a tidal wave. The true qi within the bodies of the supernatural beings present began to fluctuate violently and uncontrollably, and the core components of the cyborgs even began to emit high-frequency buzzing sounds.

“They’ve arrived…” A head of state leaned against the window, trembling as he took off his glasses.

On the distant horizon, the dark silhouettes of the New World fleet were beginning to emerge. A vast, dark mass, like a black iron wall stretching between heaven and earth, pierced through the layers of sea fog and revealed itself to the world.

Thousands upon thousands of massive warships guarded both sides, their banners obscuring the sky.

On the largest ship, the Zhenhai, a man stood steadily with his arms crossed.

Jiang Zhen wore a black robe with five dragon claws, and a nine-dragon jade seal hung at his waist. The sea breeze made his robes flutter, and the golden dragons shimmered with a cold and noble light in the dim light.

He didn't exude any imposing aura, but simply standing there caused a violent commotion in the "last line of defense for humanity," composed of millions of troops and countless mechanical mutants at the front of the United Nations.

Jiang Zhen calmly looked at the magnificent array before him, composed of steel, genetically modified beasts, and countless elite humans.

The dignity of the old era, the struggle of civilization, and humanity's last trump card are all here.

His gaze swept over the dense array of guns and crowds, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's starting to resemble the Battle of Marineford."