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

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Two weeks later, one morning, a thick fog enveloped the river.

The Yangtze River region, where Sun Da's opium pipes were entrenched, was the throat of the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, also known as Sun Family Water Village, and was also the breeding ground for the malignant tumor called "opium." Not only did the Sun family operate water village cannons for decades, but because of the opium trade, they also had dealings with foreigners, making them arguably the most powerful firepower among the leaders of the Grand Canal Gang.

This time, Jiang Zhen had no intention of resorting to the trick of only punishing the ringleaders. Since he had said he wanted those onlookers to feel a "thrill that felt like a fishbone stuck in their throat," then this battle had to be one of true annihilation.

At Fengyangkou Wharf, the small sampan steered by Master Feng was launched again.

"Xiao Zhen, are you ready?" Master Feng was still dressed the same, except that he now had a gleaming short knife at his waist, and his eyes revealed a vigorous spirit despite his old age.

"Let's go, Fifth Master." Jiang Zhen stepped onto the bow of the boat, his hands still empty, only his black robe fluttering in the wind.

But less than half an hour after the two-person sampan set off, four or five boats appeared in the thick fog on the river and followed closely behind.

That was a receiving fleet personally overseen by Bai Fu and led by Yao Zhong, another extraordinary figure from the Demon Capital Hall.

Five armed cargo ships, laden with elites from the Shanghai branch and newly recruited members of the Huaihe River Gang, were not advancing alongside Jiang Zhen, but rather trailing far behind.

"Master Bai, look at the leader's back, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness." Yao Chong stood on the deck of the main ship, holding two huge bronze hammers in his hands, looking at the lone boat that was faintly visible in the mist ahead.

"The gang leader is paving the way for us, a new path for our Canal Gang," Bai Fu said calmly. "Pass down the order: full speed ahead, but no one is allowed to get within ten miles of the gang leader! That's the gang leader's battlefield; we mere mortals would only cause trouble if we went there!"

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On the other side, at this moment, at the Yangtze River rudder, Sun Family Water Village.

Sun Da Yantong was sitting on a pure gold couch, holding a long opium pipe in his hand, the rich aroma of opium filling the entire hall.

"Is Jiang Zhen's next target me?" Sun Da Yantong squinted, looking down at the scouts through the smoke.

"Reporting to the captain, that is indeed the case. However... about ten miles behind their ship, there is a large force following them."

"Hmph, arrogant! I'm not that good-for-nothing Qian Laofei! Those cannons of his are all outdated stuff." Sun Dayantong sneered, revealing a set of charred teeth. "Where are Zhao Yuan's men?"

"Master Zhao of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal has sent five hundred gang members, twenty heavy machine guns, and several other firearms to set up camp on both banks. He said that as long as Jiang Zhen enters this waterway, he will never return."

"Damn, that's it? He hasn't even come in person yet?"

"Fine, I knew it, you old man."

"Now that Qian Laofei is gone, the situation should change. I was originally planning to take him in after getting rid of Jiang Zhen, but I didn't expect that old man to be so cautious."

Sun Da Yantong exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes sinister. "Send a message to that Japanese guy Fujita. Tell him his men are here. Tell them to be prepared. I, Sun, am determined to take Jiang Zhen's life."

"I don't believe that no matter how powerful he is, he can withstand hundreds of mines at the bottom of this river, or a flood of oil in the river, or a barrage of heavy artillery fire. Add to that the strange Japanese magic, and he's doomed."

"Remember, as soon as he shows himself, attack with all your might! Don't give him a chance to get close, and even more so, don't give him a chance to prepare!"

"Yes!"

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Meanwhile, in the dense forest near Sun Family Water Village, several Japanese men dressed in kimonos were secretly and coldly observing the surface of the J River, waiting for a figure to appear.

“The power of the shock…” Recalling the intelligence from the Huai River, one of them whispered in Japanese, “China has actually produced such a monster. We cannot allow it to integrate China’s waterways and hinder our advance. We must eliminate it. Is the ‘Nine Serpents Forbidden Technique’ formation ready?”

"We're ready. As soon as he enters, our spells will interfere with his Qi, weaken his abilities, and disturb his mind. Combined with the preparations made by that guy surnamed Sun, this death trap is just waiting for him to enter."

"How is that guy surnamed Sun doing now?"

“He’s still taking the stuff we’ve laced with every day.”

“Very good. After killing Jiang Zhen, we will use puppetry to control him and erase his mind, thus taking control of this river in one fell swoop. This will be of great benefit to our subsequent advance. As for what he is, does he even deserve to talk to us about cooperation?”

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A few days later, on the Yangtze River, a small sampan cut through the waves.

Jiang Zhen stood at the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back. He could feel the growing malice in the air, and the nauseating smell of opium, which could be smelled even from a great distance.

He slowly extended his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched and reaching into the air.

This time, he didn't rush to throw a punch. He used his vibration perception to its fullest extent, and began to resonate strangely with the river beneath his feet, the surrounding atmosphere, and even with the breathing of the enemies hidden in the shadows in the distance.

"Fifth Master, let's stop the boat," Jiang Zhen suddenly said.

"What's wrong, Xiao Zhen?" Master Feng stopped rowing and looked around warily. "We haven't reached the Sun family's water village yet; we're still four or five li away."

"We've arrived, we've arrived." Jiang Zhen lowered his head slightly, looking at the unfathomable water in the distance. "They really went to great lengths to welcome me."

"It's fine right here."

In Jiang Zhen's perception, countless spheres reeking of gunpowder were silently suspended at the bottom of the river far below. Meanwhile, in the air ahead, chilling magical fluctuations were attempting to weave a giant net to envelop him.

"This is... Japanese sorcery? How dare he! He deserves to die!" Jiang Zhen's face showed anger.

"Since you've all prepared, I'll also give you a big gift."

"There is too much filth in this world, whether it's opium or foreign invaders..."

Jiang Zhen took a deep breath, and his body began to glow with a translucent light like white jade, which was the manifestation of the vibrational power within his body being pushed to its limit.

"Today, I'll help the Yangtze River clear its throat!"

Jiang Zhen suddenly lowered his center of gravity, his hands enveloped in an intense white light that formed claws. He grabbed at the river surface beneath his feet with a fierce, seemingly effortless motion. His muscles bulged, and veins popped out on his neck, as if he were lifting a thousand-pound weight. With several cracking sounds, he suddenly lifted it up.

"Eek... Ha!"

[Sea earthquake, river dragon's turnaround!]

"Boom—!!!" A tremendous sound resounded in all directions.

Then, the once calm Yangtze River seemed to be grabbed by a giant hand reaching out from the depths of hell in that instant.

The originally rapid flow of water first became calm or even still, and then it seemed to boil and churn as if it were being boiled. As soon as the water splashed up, it instantly vaporized under the terrifying invisible vibration. Then, the entire river began to recede for dozens of miles, and then began to roll forward with Jiang Zhen as the center. The rolling became faster and faster, higher and higher, forming waves, one wave after another, overlapping each other.

Finally, a tsunami wave, nearly a hundred meters wide and tens of meters high, swept forward like a madman!

Soon everyone will clearly understand that mines, machine guns, cannons, ghostly spells, and death traps are all as fragile as paper in the face of this pure, all-encompassing power that shakes everything—a natural disaster.

At that moment, Sun Da Yantong, who was still puffing out smoke at Sun Family Water Village in the distance, hadn't even had time to put his pipe into his mouth when he was suddenly deafened by that earth-shattering roar.

Chapter 31 Jiang Qing, This is the Wrath of the Sea Dragon

The Yangtze River Rudder, Sun Family Water Village.

The loud noise startled Sun Da Yantong, causing him to tumble off the golden couch and land awkwardly on the floor, his opium pipe flying a considerable distance. The cloying scent of opium lingered in the hall, but it couldn't conceal the astonishment in his eyes.

"What happened? Did that kid surnamed Jiang run into a mine?"

Ignoring his sore backside, he grumbled as he got up and yelled at the door, "Someone! Go see what's going on up there!"

The gang members outside the hall also looked bewildered. After that loud bang, the river seemed to fall into an eerie silence.

The gentle river breeze suddenly stopped.

The once surging river seemed to have been silenced at this moment, becoming as smooth as a giant dark green mirror.

"That's not right..."

On an old-fashioned warship at the very front of the water fortress, an elderly sailor in his sixties stared intently at the river. His surname was Yu, and he had made a living on the Yangtze River for over forty years, having narrowly escaped death from three major floods. He possessed an almost animalistic intuition about this great river.

Something's not right, something's not right!

At this moment, his withered hands were resting on the gunwale, feeling the tremor from his fingertips.

It wasn't the rocking of a boat being tossed about by the current, but an extremely subtle, high-frequency vibration that made one's teeth ache. He looked down and saw that the river was actually flowing backward.

Yes, the river is receding!

The Yangtze River, which was originally flowing downstream, seemed to be forcibly sucked away by some terrifying force, revealing large areas of wet mudflats and rocks on the riverbank.

"The tide is going out? Why would the Yangtze River be going out at this time?" Another old sailor on the other ship also looked curiously at the river.

Suddenly, as if someone realized something, their face turned deathly pale. A panic seeping from their very bones made their voice tremble: "It's not the tide going out...it's 'water absorption.' There's a monster in the river...no, it's the Dragon King unleashing his fury!"

He suddenly turned around, waving his hands frantically at the crew behind him, roaring so hard his throat seemed to split open:

"Cut the cable! Cut the cable now! Run to shore! Climb the mountain! Hurry!!!"

However, his shouts were quickly drowned out by another voice.

At first, the sound was like muffled thunder coming from the horizon, then it turned into a deafening roar of ten thousand wild beasts.

"what is that?"

A canal worker who was carrying boxes of opium at the Jiujiang dock put down the heavy load in his hands and stared blankly at the distant river.

As more and more people joined the ranks of those watching out of curiosity.

In the distance, shrouded in thick fog, the white mist was torn apart by some violent force. A dark shadow, stretching across the entire river, was advancing with overwhelming force.

A few seconds later, the shadowy figure slowly became clearer.

That was not an invisible shadow.

It was a shaped wall.

A giant liquid wall, tens of meters high, composed of hundreds of billions of tons of Yangtze River water!

It appeared as a murky, muddy yellow, with white foam churning on its crests, resembling the bared white fangs of a giant dragon. Wherever this giant wave passed, the once calm river surface was instantly vaporized, stirring up a cloud of mist. It moved so fast that people's vision could not even keep up with its speed.

"Waves...and huge waves!!!"

It's unclear who let out the first scream, but soon after, the entire Yangtze River Water Village descended into unprecedented chaos.

Sun Da Yantong had already rushed outside the attic. His hands gripped the railing tightly, and his eyes, clouded by the smoke, stared intently ahead.

An idea arose in his mind.

"Jiang Zhen? It's over."

"This is impossible...this is absolutely impossible!" The pipe in Sun Da's hand fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces. He looked at the towering waves that blotted out the sky, and a sense of despair, as insignificant as an ant, instantly overwhelmed him.

The giant wave was almost upon them. It was so high that it blocked out the sky, so high that the afternoon sun completely disappeared from everyone's sight. The entire Yangtze River dock was instantly plunged into an apocalyptic shadow.

In the face of absolute natural disaster, all power, conspiracy, weapons, cannons, and deadly schemes seem utterly ridiculous.

These gang members, who usually ran rampant in the opium trade, dropped their weapons. Looking at the massive waves crashing down like mountains, their legs went weak, and one by one they knelt on the deck or the land, frantically kowtowing to the river.

It wasn't that they didn't want to run, it wasn't that they didn't want to escape, but they simply couldn't escape. No one understood the terrifying power of this natural disaster better than them.

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"Grandpa Dragon King, please calm down. I will never sell or transport opium again."