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

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The cries, pleas, and curses were mercilessly shattered by the deafening roar of the waves. They prayed for divine protection.

In the dense forest beside the Yangtze River wharf, the strange people from Mount Hiei, dressed in kimonos, were already speechless with astonishment.

"It's over..."

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"Are you kidding me?!"

The leading Japanese supernatural being looked at the cracking ground beneath his feet. The carefully arranged talismans and seals, in the face of the aftershocks caused by Jiang Zhen, were like ice and snow under the scorching sun, instantly melting away without a trace.

Nine Serpent Forbidden Formation? We haven't even seen the person yet, let alone entered the formation. We can't possibly use it against this colossal wave.

On a hilltop near Sunjia Water Village, several bigwigs from the canal gangs who had come to "observe" were intently watching this scene through binoculars.

Zhao Yuan was among them. He didn't show up openly, but he came secretly to see what kind of person Jiang Zhen really was.

Through the lens of his telescope, Zhao Yuan saw the giant wave crashing into the water village with overwhelming force.

"Is this even something a human could make?!"

"Good heavens..." Another gang leader's binoculars fell into the ravine. "If this wave goes down, will there be any survivors on the Yangtze River helm?"

“There are nearly a thousand people here…” another hall master said, his voice trembling and his teeth chattering.

Finally, the giant wave crashed.

The sound was beyond description; it was a dull, rumbling noise, as if space was being compressed and matter was being crushed.

The first row of dozens of armed merchant ships responsible for defense were easily broken like children's building blocks the moment they touched the crest of the wave, with a burst of firecrackers going off. The large cargo ships were even tossed into the air like floating withered grass in the waves.

"boom!!!"

The giant wave crashed against the fortifications of the Yangtze River rudder. Sun Dayantong's proud dock bunker crumbled and shattered like a biscuit under the terrifying impact.

The moment the wave hit, the once solid brick wall turned to dust.

Sun Dayantong looked at the giant waves that had already enveloped his head and couldn't help but laugh for no reason.

"grass".

It was immediately engulfed by the giant wave.

The enormous waves swept everything away, and the river water overflowed the entire Yangtze River, washing away all the filth.

As everything gradually calmed down, the once bustling and noisy Yangtze River rudder was left with only a desolate waterway.

The water had not yet receded, and the river was littered with pieces of wood, tattered flags, all sorts of things, and corpses.

At that moment, a small boat slowly appeared in everyone's sight on the river, riding the waves.

Jiang Zhen stood at the bow of the ship.

At that moment, everyone who was secretly observing felt a deep, nagging fear.

It's a feeling of powerlessness in the face of absolute power.

Even the receiving fleet, which was five miles away, was thrown into disarray by the sudden surge of the river.

"This is... the power of the gang leader?"

Yao Zhong's hand holding the bronze hammer trembled violently. Although he was also an extraordinary person, he understood that he was nothing in the face of such power. No, even calling him nothing was an understatement.

Bai Fu took a deep breath, gripped the gunwale tightly, and stared blankly at the Yangtze River rudder that had disappeared from the map in the distance.

He then abruptly turned around and roared at all the stunned gang members:

"Don't just stand there! The gang leader has already cleared the way! Yao Zhong, quickly take your men and capture all the survivors! Leave a team with me to collect the remaining valuables!"

"No, Mr. Bai, there shouldn't be anyone left alive."

"Look again, that whole place is still submerged in water."

"Uh... let's go see what instructions the gang leader has first."

"Yes!!!"

The crowd immediately rushed toward the ruins with an almost fanatical fervor.

Jiang Zhen stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the Yangtze River rudder, now completely washed clean by the river water.

He slowly withdrew his hand, feeling the still surging vibrations within his body.

Chapter 32 Dust Everywhere

The aftershocks of that earth-shattering roar still reverberated in everyone's ears.

Master Feng slumped at the stern of the small boat, the oar in his hand having long since slipped from his grasp and disappeared into the swirling water.

His old eyes, which had seen countless storms, were now fixed on the front – where the vast Yangtze River water fortress had once been the territory where the Sun family had lingered for generations.

But now, all that can be seen is a boundless, murky ocean.

Gone are the fortifications, gone are the pavilions, gone are the hundreds and thousands of masts. All that once invincible evil and prosperity, under Jiang Zhen's sweeping action, was like a castle on the beach, wiped clean by the waves.

Dead silence.

Apart from the faint splashing sound of water washing over the ruins, this once bustling body of water was now completely silent, without a single cry for help or a scream.

“Little…Little Zhen…” Feng Wuye’s throat was dry, and he managed to utter these two words with difficulty.

He sat right behind Jiang Zhen the whole time, watching with his own eyes how this young man lowered his waist, how he grasped the handle, and how he lifted the entire Yangtze River as if he were lifting a mat.

That feeling wasn't like a cultivation technique, or even the methods of an extraordinary person; it was an absolute domination of this world from the level of rules.

Jiang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, his arms red and visibly bleeding. He didn't turn around, but simply gazed silently at the "water field" he had created with his own hands.

Two consecutive battles, one man against a thousand troops, a feat that can only be described as miraculous: the Huai River changed hands, and the Yangtze River was destroyed.

With the disappearance of Qian Laofei and Sun Dayantong, Jiang Zhen's title of "gang leader" is no longer a simple nominal title, but has become an unshakable giant, looming over the hearts of the remaining gang members.

"Boss!!!"

Trembling and fervent shouts pierced the fog from behind.

The receiving fleet, led by Bai Fu and Yao Zhong, finally arrived. When they saw the scene before them, the entire fleet involuntarily slowed down.

The large ships came to an abrupt halt on the river. The gang members clung to the ship's side, staring at the vanished land and water fortress, their faces as white as sheets.

They had already anticipated it from a distance, but now that they were closer, they were even more terrified by Jiang Zhen's power.

"This...this really is the Yangtze River Wharf?" Yao Zhong almost dropped the copper hammer in his hand. "The Sun family's vast estate...is it really gone just like that?"

Bai Fu remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the lone black-clad youth on the small boat. He knew Jiang Zhen would win, but he hadn't imagined Jiang Zhen's victory would resemble a catastrophe.

Soon, several fast boats quickly approached, forming a fan shape to protect Jiang Zhen's small sampan in the center.

Bai Fu took the lead, followed closely by Yao Zhong. After the two large ships came close together, they jumped down and knelt on one knee around Jiang Zhen's small boat.

"Your subordinate, Bai Fu, requests instructions from the leader!"

"Your subordinate Yao Zhong awaits your orders, Chief!"

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Jiang Zhen slowly turned around and looked at his subordinates, whose eyes were filled with "awe" and even "fanaticism".

"Don't just stand there." Jiang Zhen's voice was calm. "Pass down the order to have all the ships spread out their nets and fishing nets, and prepare to take over the mess."

Bai Fu was taken aback: "Isolation net?"

“The Yangtze River is swift, and with this wave, many things will be washed away.” Jiang Zhen glanced at the murky water. “What I want are the assets of the Yangtze River, not to watch them flow into the East China Sea. Not a single one can be lost.”

"Yes! Get ready immediately!" Bai Fu snapped out of his daze and turned to the signalmen, roaring furiously.

For about an hour, the gang members from the Shanghai branch were busy, spreading out hundreds of thick hemp rope nets on the water to block all the river's outlets.

With everything prepared, Bai Fu returned to Jiang Zhen's side and asked for instructions: "Chief, the nets are set, but the river water hasn't receded yet. Judging from the current, it will probably take at least three or four days for the water to recede before we can pull in the nets..."

"It won't take that long."

At that moment, the once calm water surface seemed to sense something and began to tremble slightly around Jiang Zhen's toes.

"The water should recede now."

After uttering these words calmly, Jiang Zhen suddenly clenched his right hand and slammed it vertically down onto the water below!

This punch lacked the overwhelming force of the previous ones, and didn't even create much of a splash. But as the punch struck the center of the river, an invisible, extremely intense micro-frequency vibration, centered on Jiang Zhen, instantly spread wildly in all directions along the water.

The river water, which had originally flowed back into the land, seemed to have received some kind of irresistible decree and began to tremble slightly.

To everyone's astonishment, the massive amount of river water that had flooded the docks and submerged the rooftops began to recede in an orderly and slow manner.

It's like a giant sponge absorbing the accumulated water, or like countless invisible hands pushing the river water back to its original position.

The large amount of river water, following the ripples, drew gentle arcs, with most flowing back into the original Huai River channel along the tributaries, while a small portion overflowed into the more distant mountains and forests.

A few quarters of an hour later, the tide had receded by more than half.

The true appearance of the Yangtze River wharf was once again revealed to the public.

What a hellish scene that was—

The once magnificent water fortress is now nothing but ruins; the lavishly decorated pavilions of Sun Dayantong are now covered in sticky silt; and the once smooth bluestone ground has been shattered by the earthquake.

"Go!" Bai Fu suddenly waved his hand.

Countless elites of the canal gangs rushed off the boats and into the waist-deep mud and ruins, working tirelessly with their feet on the ground, but none of them dared to stop and rest.

The fishing nets played a crucial role. As the river receded in an orderly manner, a large amount of supplies and corpses were intercepted by the nets.

"Boss, we've found Sun Dayantong's body!"

Someone shouted.

Jiang Zhen remained expressionless. When Sun Dayantong was found, he was trapped under a broken flagpole, his cloudy eyes wide open.

This man, who ruined countless families by selling opium, eventually died on his own territory.

Immediately afterwards, boxes of tightly wrapped goods were hauled up.

"Boss, we've discovered a large quantity of gold bars and silver coins!"

"Boss...a large quantity of opium has been discovered!"