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

"Atmospheric capture, earth-shaking transformation!"

Everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Jiang Zhen's hands seemed to have grasped the transparent air. With a forceful tug, the originally flat mountain peaks and open spaces became strangely tilted and twisted, like a rag that had been vigorously rubbed!

The ground began to shake incessantly, and the shaking became increasingly violent, eventually causing cracks to appear.

"Damn, the earth has turned upside down!!!" Many people swayed from side to side on the shaking ground, and some even sat down on the ground with a thud.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was moving at lightning speed, suddenly stumbled—the instant he landed, the direction of gravity and the frequency of airflow all shifted.

"Now!"

Jiang Zhen lunged forward, transforming into a mountain of flesh as he crashed into the enemy.

"boom!"

The two collided. Zhang Zhiwei's palms flew, golden light transforming into countless palm prints to deflect the force; Jiang Zhen's every strike carried the earth-shattering tremors.

This exchange was so fast it was difficult to see with the naked eye; all that could be heard was a series of rapid explosions echoing in the air. Each explosion represented a collision between a high concentration of Qi and physical frequencies.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. If he hadn't mastered the technique of concealing the golden light to protect his internal organs, Zhang Zhiwei felt he would have been dead long ago. But that was for the best! He was getting more and more excited.

"Master Feng, where did your brother come from?" Old Master Lu looked at Jiang Zhen, who was practically shaking the entire mountain, and said with a wry smile to Master Feng beside him.

Master Feng was also stunned. He hadn't expected Jiang Zhen to be even more formidable than he had imagined. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Grandpa, would you believe me if I told you that this kid was picked up by someone on the banks of the Huangpu River and almost starved to death?"

Zhang Jingqing and Zuo Ruotong remained silent, exchanging a glance. Jiang Zhen had been on the defensive from the beginning, which surprised Zhang Jingqing, but the intensity of their fight had now escalated beyond mere sparring; if they continued, something truly serious might happen.

Zhang Zhiwei was forced to the side by Jiang Zhen's unreasonable spatial destruction. He watched Jiang Zhen approach step by step, his body radiating astonishing heat and shockwaves, and let out a long breath.

That breath even carried wisps of electric arcs.

"It is truly an honor for Zhiwei to have the opportunity to spar with Brother Jiang today!"

Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes.

The next second, the dark golden light surrounding him suddenly began to collapse violently. The color was no longer golden, but due to its excessive density, it transformed into an extreme, almost transparent pure white.

That was the Golden Light Mantra pushed to its limit. Within this extreme white light, countless arm-thick, dark blue arcs of electricity began to wander uncontrollably, even emitting a piercing sound like a thousand birds chirping.

Thunder Magic.

Although Zhang Zhiwei had not yet actually unleashed his lightning attack on Jiang Zhen, the aura of intertwined lightning and fire already filled the surrounding air with a sense of destruction.

On the other side, Jiang Zhen also stopped.

He slowly dissipated all the protective and restraining "qi" from his body. He could feel the spirit of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit within him cheering wildly.

Although the Qi could protect his internal organs from being damaged, it also acted like a filter, weakening the wildness of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's destructive world.

Now, he wants to unleash this power completely!

At the same time, the two milky-white halos on his fists had grown to the size of basketballs and had become purer than ever before.

The halo no longer shimmered with light; instead, it was a deathly white that seemed to devour all light.

Within a hundred-meter radius of Jiang Zhen's feet, all the rocks had been reduced to the finest sand and gravel.

"Master Zhang." Jiang Zhen grinned, his eyes filled with pure fanaticism, "I can't withstand this next punch, and neither can you."

"But it would be a real shame if we didn't make it today."

Zhang Zhiwei was surrounded by raging lightning, his eyes sharp. It wasn't that he didn't want to use lightning magic sooner, but the Golden Light Mantra was both offensive and defensive, which could barely defend against that domineering destruction. Although lightning magic was mainly for killing, he had to admit that Jiang Zhen's method was more lethal than his current lightning magic.

No one understands the power of that shockwave better than Zhang Zhiwei now. A conventional lightning strike would probably be shattered before it even gets close, so he had been accumulating power and building up his ultimate attack, and now he has finally unleashed it.

With this strike, either he or Jiang Zhen will fall.

"I feel the same way, Brother Jiang. Please!"

Chapter 19 Void Shattering and Yang-Oxidation White Lightning

At the summit of the back mountain, the fierce wind had subsided.

Jiang Zhen and Zhang Zhiwei were ten feet apart, and their figures had become blurry in the eyes of the spectators.

Jiang Zhen's fists were surrounded by a white halo that seemed to be real. It was not Qi, but the groan of space at an extremely high frequency. Zhang Zhiwei was enveloped by a blinding white light, which was the qualitative change after the Golden Light Mantra was compressed to the extreme. Arcs of electricity like dragons ran wildly around him.

"After this move, let's have a good drink together." Zhang Zhiwei's voice was no longer languid, but solemn like never before.

"I couldn't ask for more!" Jiang Zhen roared, his muscles bulging to their limit. The capillaries on his skin burst as they couldn't withstand the overload of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, and he instantly turned into a blood-soaked figure.

"Shattering the Eight Directions!"

Jiang Zhen suddenly took a half step forward, his movements becoming extremely slow yet carrying immense weight. He clasped his fists together and slammed them down into the void in front of him.

"Snap—!!!"

In that instant, everyone heard the sound of something shattering completely. It wasn't stones breaking, nor trees snapping, but the very "space" that supported the existence of this world, which was forcefully hammered into countless enormous, pitch-black cracks by this single punch!

These cracks, like chaotic thunder, spread wildly forward in a fan shape. Wherever they passed, whether it was solid rock or flowing air, everything was torn apart by that terrifying vibrational frequency.

Meanwhile, Zhang Zhiwei also made a move.

"Yang Extreme - Five Thunder Orthodox Method!"

With a wave of his hand, lightning surged upwards from his body, and before anyone knew it, the heavens had changed dramatically. Dark clouds rolled, lightning filled the sky, and thunder roared, converging into a pure white pillar of lightning that pierced the heavens and earth and fell straight down.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingqing's brows twitched. "Invoking heavenly lightning! I haven't even taught him the second half of the lightning technique yet, and this bastard actually figured it out on his own!"

The lightning bolt, like a sword of judgment, with its domineering power to cleanse all evil, crashed head-on into the shattered void.

"boom--!!!"

At the moment of impact, the entire back mountain seemed to fall silent.

The intense white light intertwined with the distorted, transparent vibrations, forming a massive spherical shockwave.

Immediately afterwards, a destructive shockwave swept outwards in a ring.

"Oh no! Retreat quickly!!"

The expressions of the sect leaders watching from the cliff edge changed drastically. The intensity of this aftershock had exceeded the limits that most people could withstand.

"Divine Path: Xuanwu Suppresses the Mountain!"

The leader of the Wang family roared and drew circles with his hands. Instantly, a huge, dark green Xuanwu phantom opened up, protecting the terrified disciples beneath him.

"Ruyi Force - Deflecting Force from Heaven!"

The elder of the Lü family used his fingers to fly, guiding the residual force flowing around him through the slight deflection of the air. Even so, his old hands were trembling slightly.

The elder of the Huode Sect directly spewed out a mouthful of heart fire, which transformed into a wall of fire to offset the high temperature caused by the collision of the two energies. The Shangqing Sect continuously threw out talismans, and the Wudang Sect used their hands to form a Tai Chi circle to receive, neutralize, and release the energy... Each sect displayed its unique abilities for a moment.

At the very heart of the impact, two figures stood out conspicuously.

"Golden Light Mantra - Complete!"

Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing's face was more solemn than ever before. He pressed down with one hand, and a dark golden light shield, ten zhang wide, descended like a miracle, forcefully stopping the most violent shockwave directly in front of him. The clanging sound emanating from the golden light shield made the old Celestial Master's eyelids twitch—this was an impact that even he had to struggle to withstand!

On the other side, Zuo Ruotong, the sect leader, was dressed in flowing robes, having fully entered the "Triple Rebirth" state.

His pure white body seemed to transform into Qi, forcefully cutting into the two people's side. His hands transformed into countless afterimages, forcefully smoothing out the swirling, terrifying spatial vibrations and lightning.

The violent energy raged for a full half minute before gradually subsiding.

The once flat stone platform on the back mountain has now disappeared. In its place is a terrifying pit several meters deep and hundreds of meters in diameter.

"Wei'er!"

Zhang Jingqing's figure flashed, and she appeared at the edge of the pit.

Zhang Zhiwei was sent flying backward. His Taoist robe, a symbol of his Longhu Mountain identity, was now less than a rag, practically just a few tattered strips hanging on his body. His face, which had never suffered a loss before, was now covered in dust and blood, his eyes closed, and he had fallen into a deep coma.

Zhang Jingqing caught his disciple as he flew backward, and he and Zuo Ruotong worked together to share most of the damage, so although Zhang Zhiwei looked terrible, his life was not in danger.

The old master breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at Zhang Zhiwei's swollen face, his serious injuries and tattered clothes, his heart was in turmoil: This was the first time this kid had been beaten like this.

On the other side of the pit.

Jiang Zhen knelt on one knee, his hands bracing against the cracked ground.

"Cough...cough cough!"

He was breathing heavily, each breath carrying a strong, metallic scent of blood. There was hardly a patch of intact skin on his body; the numerous electrocution marks stood out starkly against his pale skin.

But compared to these, the main damage he suffered came from the backlash of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit; his arms were twisted at a bizarre angle.

At least thirty bones in his body were broken, and his internal organs suffered varying degrees of damage.

"Young friend Jiang Zhen!" Zuo Ruotong's figure flickered slightly as she appeared beside Jiang Zhen. She placed one hand on his back and channeled the Qi of Reversal to stabilize his injuries, while at the same time looking at Jiang Zhen with a surprised expression.

Just now, Zuo Ruotong forcibly used her Reverse Life Body to counteract the power of the two. Jiang Zhen's half of his body, which was originally in the "Qi Transformation" state, was actually torn apart by Jiang Zhen's shock and exited the Reverse Life state.

Originally, Zuo Ruotong was fair-skinned and looked like a fairy, but her right hand had turned into a withered, shriveled, and age-spotted old arm.

Although it was only for a moment, as he circulated his reversal of life energy, his right hand immediately returned to its crystal-clear, ethereal state. This happened several times, but a huge wave surged in Zuo Ruotong's heart.

Zuo Ruotong's gaze towards Jiang Zhen changed.

It's no longer about seniors mentoring juniors, nor is it about prestigious families appreciating ordinary people; it's about a burning passion.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind: "Daoist partner".

The "Daoist partners" here are not worldly lovers, but fellow travelers and mutual helpers on the path of cultivation. Zuo Ruotong vaguely sensed that perhaps the third level of death...

"Good, good, good!"

Just as Zuo Ruotong was brainstorming, Zhang Jingqing walked up to her carrying Zhang Zhiwei. There was no anger in his eyes, but rather an unprecedented sense of pride and satisfaction.

"Young friend Jiang Zhen, I thank you for today's matter!" Zhang Jingqing said loudly. "This scoundrel usually boasts that he is the best in the world on the mountain, and he doesn't respect anyone except me. Today, your punch has taught me the most important lesson—what it means that there are always people better than you, and there is always a higher level to reach!"

Zhang Jingqing took out a bottle of pills from her bosom, took out one pill, and helped Jiang Zhen take it.

"The rest is for you, young friend."

"Once this kid wakes up, let's see if he still has the nerve to yawn all day long!"

At this moment, the younger generation from various sects, such as Lu Jin, Lü Ci, and Wang Ai, finally gathered around.

They looked at Jiang Zhen, whose body was covered in blood and gore, yet he still stubbornly refused to fall. Then they looked at Zhang Zhiwei, the "future Celestial Master," who was being held in the Celestial Master's arms and was even more seriously injured and unconscious.

Lu Ci swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Brother, you just said that Zhang Zhiwei is a real dragon... then what exactly is this Jiang Zhen?"

After a long silence, Lü Ren finally uttered two words with a wry smile: "Monster."