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

This was the first time the two had faced each other.

Jiang Zhen sat on his horse, while Wu Gensheng stood on the ground, no more than three feet apart.

Wugensheng also returned to his casual demeanor, staring intently at Jiang Zhen.

"The leader of Quanxing Sect, Wugensheng?" Jiang Zhen suddenly asked.

Wugensheng immediately tucked the tortoise-shell pistol into his waistband, clasped his hands in a traditional martial arts salute:

"Hey, I've met Chief Jiang. It's all thanks to the brothers in the martial arts world for giving me this title," Wugensheng replied with a smile, his ordinary face showing no trace of the airs of a leader of the Quanxing Sect.

"I never expected to meet you, a great hero who has returned from killing the bandits, in this desolate wilderness."

Jiang Zhen ignored Wugensheng's flattery, but pointed to the mangled corpses of the Japanese soldiers around him and softened his tone: "Well done."

Wugensheng chuckled and said, "Chief Jiang is too kind. Although we are considered rats in the eyes of the righteous path and evil people of the Quanxing Sect, it is our own business how we cause trouble on this land left by our ancestors. However, it is not allowed for outsiders to come in and plant their flags. I, Wugensheng, have no other skills. Killing a few outsiders is just like burning some incense for our ancestors."

“Among the Quanxing, there are indeed some insightful people.” Jiang Zhen nodded, looking directly at Wugensheng. “I only heard about your rampage at Yinghe Tower not long ago, where you saved Li Muxuan. I didn’t expect to meet the real person now. I heard you have a unique skill that can disable Qi?” Jiang Zhen asked meaningfully.

Wugensheng scratched his head, looking embarrassed: "Not at all, these are just some petty tricks for making a living. Compared to Chief Jiang's earth-shattering fist, I'm just a little mouse burrowing in the ground, something that can't be seen in the light."

Jiang Zhen smiled.

“Wugensheng, you don’t need to play dumb in front of me. I know you better than you think.”

Wugensheng's eyes flickered slightly, but he still smiled and said, "That would be my honor."

Fang Dongtian, standing to the side, was sweating profusely. As a true disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, he should have been ready to fight and kill any Quanxing demons he encountered. But now, his uncle was riding a horse, chatting casually with the Quanxing Sect leader like old friends reunited.

What surprised him even more was that he couldn't sense any fighting spirit from those top Quanxing fighters like Gao Gen, Liang Ting, and Xia Liuqing. Instead, he felt a sense of fear growing within them.

Recalling the sudden surge of power emanating from Jiang Zhen, though not directed at him, Fang Dongtian clearly felt it: "That feeling..." His mind frantically searched for something similar recorded in an ancient text, "The power of a human king or overlord?"

Fang Dongtian shook his head, thinking, "How could that be? Those are basically things only ancient founding emperors or a very few powerful rulers possess."

the other side.

"Chief Jiang, now that these traitors have been dealt with, we 'demons' will not disturb your peace any longer." Wugensheng cupped his hands again. "The green hills remain, the clear waters flow on, shall we... meet again?"

Wugensheng waved to the people behind him, signaling them to retreat.

Jin Feng, Xia Liuqing, Gu Jiting and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were not afraid of death, the psychological pressure in front of a monster like Jiang Zhen was too great.

The group slowly retreated towards the back of the canyon, and Wugensheng was also preparing to turn around and leave.

however.

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Zhen's voice suddenly rang out.

The sound, though not loud, struck the Quanxing members who were about to leave as if struck by lightning, freezing them in place.

Wugensheng turned his head, a bitter smile on his face: "Chief Jiang, is there anything else you need? Do you want good and evil to be irreconcilable now, and for evil to be eliminated and good to be promoted?"

Jiang Zhen shook his head and pointed to the corpses of the Japanese soldiers on the ground, saying, "Although you are all members of the Quanxing sect, you have still made a contribution by killing the enemy."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed intently on a person at the end of the line.

“Wugensheng, you can leave, but I have no interest in your Quanxing’s petty affairs.”

Jiang Zhen raised his right hand, slowly extending his index finger and pointing it directly at Liang Ting.

"But he can't."

Jiang Zhen's words were filled with an unprecedented chill and killing intent.

A flicker of surprise crossed Liang Ting's already ugly face, quickly turning into a furious rage born of provocation. Tentacle-like mechanisms on his back emerged like venomous snakes.

"Jiang Zhen, I have no past grudges or recent enemies with you." Liang Ting grinned maliciously, his lips forming an exaggerated arc. "You want to keep me here?"

"Let me think. Could it be that I tortured and killed some of your relatives? Parents? Siblings? Wife? Fellow disciples?"

Jiang Zhen did not reply, but looked down at him condescendingly.

Wugensheng stood in the middle, looked at Jiang Zhen, then at Liang Ting, and said helplessly, "Chief Jiang... are you destined to take him in? If so, I, Wugensheng, will not stop you."

Jiang Zhen coldly replied, "This beast is not qualified."

Wugensheng's smile vanished. "They were all wicked villains who deserved to die a thousand deaths. If someone came to collect their karma, then let them accept their fate. If not, or if they have other motives, then I am, after all, their sect leader."

Jiang Zhen looked at Wugensheng quietly and said, "Since that's the case..."

"You can try to see if you can save him from my control."

Chapter 49 One-Handed Injury to Liang Ting

The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly tense.

Liang Ting's ugly face, twisted like old tree bark, twitched. The fear that had been suppressed by Jiang Zhen's inexplicable aura was completely overwhelmed by the word "beast" and the undisguised contempt, and the violence deep in his heart erupted completely.

"Heh...hehehe!"

Liang Ting let out a blood-curdling laugh, like a night owl weeping blood. He took a sudden step forward, the mechanical tentacles at his waist screeching as they worked together. "You little brat, when I was killing, burning, and skinning people alive all over the country, you weren't even born yet!"

"Wugensheng, mind your own business!"

Upon hearing this, Wugensheng immediately took a few steps back and walked away.

Suddenly, the five mechanical tentacles behind Liang Ting opened up. The longest and thinnest tentacle, like a snake emerging from its hole, tore through the air with a piercing whistle and aimed straight at Jiang Zhen's face.

Jiang Zhen sat on the horse without swaying his body at all. He only slightly turned his head to one side, a movement that was surprisingly small but as precise as if it had been calculated.

"Crack!"

Then, with a crisp sound, Jiang Zhen's large, thick hand had somehow risen and grabbed the tentacle.

Liang Ting's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Not good!" Liang Ting was a seasoned veteran with extensive experience. He immediately realized that a terrifying force was about to climb up the pole onto him.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and with a muffled thud from his waist, he deliberately detonated the mechanism connecting the tentacle.

"laugh--!"

Sparks flew as the tentacle snapped off. Using the momentum, Liang Ting leaped backward, staggering several steps before coming to a stop and bursting into maniacal laughter: "You little brat, you've got some skills after all!"

"However, you're not qualified to take your grandfather's life!"

With his roar, his Qi erupted, and the remaining five thick mechanical tentacles began to dance wildly as if possessed.

The corpses of the Japanese soldiers, the broken guns, and the heavy stones on the ground were all swept up by the wildly dancing tentacles, which roared, "Die!"

Dozens of heavy objects crashed down on Jiang Zhen from all directions with a whooshing sound.

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Jiang Zhen remained calm and composed as he faced the swirling debris. He didn't even dismount; he simply sat on his horse, casually waving his right hand in the air with his fingers slightly spread.

The surrounding air instantly distorted.

A visible, transparent ripple erupted in a fan shape centered on Jiang Zhen's palm.

"Om-!"

There was no violent explosion, only a resonant sound that made one's eardrums ache. The corpses, logs, and stones that had been hurtling towards them all froze in mid-air the moment they hit the ripple, disintegrating completely within a second.

Jiang Zhen's horse was as steady as a mountain, not even a single mane was ruffled.

"Don't embarrass yourself by performing this kind of acrobatic act."

"If you want to practice acrobatics, then practice acrobatics; if you want to practice martial arts, then practice martial arts. To mix the two together like that, it's a miracle you've survived this long," Jiang Zhen said coldly.

Liang Ting's face turned extremely ugly. His name "White Owl" was not entirely fabricated; he was able to gain a foothold in Quanxing because of his dual mastery of mechanisms and talismans.

"It's not over yet!"

Suddenly, Liang Ting spun around on the spot, his figure moving ghost-like to the left. The mechanical tentacles slid and kicked up a lot of dust. Just as Jiang Zhen's vision was obscured by the dust in front of him, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed.

"Crack!"

Deep underground, a dark red tentacle that had been lying in wait burst forth from the earth. This tentacle was completely different from the previous ones; it was pitch black and densely covered with blood-red talismans, each talisman shimmering with an ominous dark light—"Burning Blood Talisman of Blazing Fire".

This is one of Liang Ting's deadly moves. The mechanical tentacles are the carriers, and the talismans are the core.

The tentacles tried to wrap around the horse's legs. If they succeeded, the talismans would start burning wildly the moment they made contact, unleashing flames high enough to melt steel, which would surely refine Jiang Zhen and his horse together.

"Oh? A hidden mechanism with talismans, you've got some ideas." Jiang Zhen raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Zhen's vibration perception had already detected the unusual movement underground. He lightly leaped off his horse and gently pushed it away. Just as the tentacles were about to wrap around his legs, Jiang Zhen lightly stepped on the air with his left foot.

The foot didn't land on solid ground, but the empty air seemed to transform into a shattered mirror.

The overwhelming force of the vibration traveled straight through the air and pierced into the underground tentacle.

Before the "Burning Blood Talisman" could unleash its full power, the irresistible physical vibration shattered the talisman's energy pathways.

"This...how is this possible!" Liang Ting's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. "The Qi pathway of the talisman...was actually forcibly shattered by external force?"

Most importantly, wasn't it rumored in the martial arts world that he only relied on his fists to generate power, which is why he chose to attack the lower body first? How come he can even use his feet now?

Liang Ting was completely panicked.

"Jiang Zhen! Die!"

Liang Ting let out a piercing scream, and the Qi in his body surged wildly at that moment. The remaining four mechanical tentacles on his back began to intertwine and twist. Under the forceful compression of the Qi, those sharp edges and heavy hinges actually condensed into a huge black spiral drill.

The drill bit emitted a teeth-grinding cutting sound. Liang Ting leaped high into the air, then crashed straight into Jiang Zhen like a meteorite.

"You're not qualified to handle drills."

Jiang Zhen watched the black giant diamond hurtling towards him, his right fist clenched and surrounded by white light.

Everyone in the Quanxing sect held their breath. Wugensheng stared intently at Jiang Zhen's fist.

Jiang Zhen suddenly swung his right fist.

The instant the fist made contact with the giant drill bit.

Without any resistance, Liang Ting's proudly muscular and supple physique seemed as fragile as paper in the face of that fist.

"Snap!"

Countless white cracks erupted from Jiang Zhen's fist, like a shattered sky, directly enveloping Liang Ting.

Liang Ting screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs in mid-air.