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

After hearing the news that "Jiang Zhen led the Cao Gang to fight against the Japanese in Nanjing," the Quanzhen, Huodezong, Tiequanmen, Ziranmen, and even some unknown rogue cultivators all quietly packed their bags.

This kind of indomitable spirit, where one man can hold off ten thousand, is fatally attractive to this group of extraordinary individuals.

……

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Huangpu River.

Jiang Zhen's fleet docked at the shore.

The docks here are already packed with a sea of ​​people. Flags of the Grand Canal Gang are everywhere, and the branch offices and guilds that were originally scattered in various places are now converging here.

Master Feng, sweating profusely, rushed over: "Chief, the statistics are in. We have about 70,000 brothers who have been assembled, and another 30,000 to 40,000 are left to guard various locations. The weapons and ammunition have been loaded onto the ships, but... Master Ma's supply of magical artifacts simply can't keep up..."

"Brother Jiang, I'm sorry, we're in a rush. The current methods of weapon forging are too mentally taxing. Even with the help of my fellow disciples working day and night, this is all we can manage. If only my weapon forging skills were higher, or if there were a way to simplify the process," Ma Ben said wearily.

Jiang Zhen patted Ma Benzai on the shoulder: "You've worked hard, Benzai."

At this moment, Bai Fu walked to Jiang Zhen's side and whispered, "Chief, Miss Lin Zhu insists on coming along."

Jiang Zhen looked at Lin Zhu, who was walking towards him not far away. Lin Zhu was also staring straight at him. After a while, Jiang Zhen nodded.

Everything is coming together in an orderly fashion.

Jiang Zhen grasped the Hantian and boarded the ship.

"Set off."

He uttered those two words.

The canal boats, carried by the rolling river, surged toward the ancient city that was about to become a bloody grinder.

Jiang Zhen muttered to himself.

"This time, there is no retreat, no slaughter, only a fight to the death."

Chapter 59 Launching from the River, Covering Hundreds of Miles in an Instant

Jinling.

This ancient capital, which carries the cultural heritage of China for thousands of years, is currently shrouded in a suffocating smell of sulfur and gunpowder.

At this time, the main force of the garrison at Zijin Mountain had already built a dense defensive line.

The air was filled with the hoarse shouts of officers and the roar of truck engines.

"Quickly! Move the machine gun position forward another fifty meters!"

"The bunkers must be reinforced! The Japanese shells don't discriminate!"

Behind the position, some soldiers in military uniforms were frantically carrying ammunition into the trenches.

Just then, a black line appeared at the edge of the horizon.

That wasn't cloud; it was dust kicked up by the advance of the Japanese army's vanguard.

The vanguard division, numbering nearly 10,000 men and equipped with two light tanks, pierced straight into the Zijin Mountain defense line like a cold steel blade. Without any probing or warning, the moment they entered firing range, a barrage of artillery fire erupted.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The soil of Zijin Mountain was overturned, and charred tree branches snapped and flew everywhere. The battle began in an extremely brutal manner before either side could even see the other's face clearly.

……

Meanwhile, on the surface of the Yangtze River.

The once wide and calm river was now churned into chaos by the dense fleet of boats.

Jiang Zhen stood at the bow of the lead ship, his hands gripping the hilt of the Heaven-Shaking Guan Dao tightly. Due to the vibrations, he could faintly hear the distant, muffled thunder of cannon fire in the damp river breeze.

Every rumble of thunder signifies that a piece of Chinese land is being trampled upon, and that compatriots are crying out in despair.

"Speed ​​up again!" Jiang Zhen's voice was low, but it carried an undeniable ferocity.

Inside the boiler room, the porters frantically stuffed coal into the furnace, billowing black smoke and the propellers spun wildly underwater, making the deck vibrate.

"How much further?" Jiang Zhen asked without turning his head.

Zhao Yuan, who was in charge of intelligence, was covered in sweat. He stared at the simple nautical chart in his hand and shouted, "Reporting to the leader! It's still ten miles to the dock by water! But after we get off the dock, we have to switch to land route and walk another six or seven miles to reach the outer perimeter of Zijin Mountain!"

Jiang Zhen's brows furrowed into a knot.

Ten miles by water, six or seven miles by land. At the current speed... he can't wait.

"Everyone, listen up!"

Jiang Zhen suddenly turned around, his cloak fluttering in the wind. "All the extraordinary individuals—uh, those with advanced cultivation and protective abilities, the ordinary ones are not needed—immediately transfer them all to my ship! The rest of the brothers, disperse to the other ships!"

Bai Fu was stunned for a moment: "Boss, what's going on...?"

"To get there as quickly as possible!" Jiang Zhen's voice rose eight octaves. "Also, have all ships slow down immediately and maintain a safe distance of at least three miles from my vessel! Hurry!"

Although Bai Fu didn't understand what Jiang Zhen was trying to do, he immediately went to relay the order.

The personnel mobilization was completed in no time.

The once spacious deck was now crowded with over a hundred extraordinary individuals. Some were members of the Canal Gang, while others had joined along the way. They looked at each other, wondering what Jiang Zhen was up to.

Apart from Jiang Zhen's ship, the other ships, under Bai Fu's command, quickly slowed down, creating a large blank area on the river.

Jiang Zhen looked at the fleet that had already distanced itself from the ships behind him, and then at the dock in the distance, whose outlines were now visible.

"Benzai, they all took your protective magic artifacts, didn't they?"

Maben nodded.

"Now, everyone, you may activate the magical artifacts..."

"Everyone, hold on tight."

Jiang Zhen spoke rapidly, his eyes revealing a resolute determination, "And prepare for landing!"

"Land?" Ma Ben looked bewildered. "Brother Jiang, this is a ship, where are we landing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Zhen was shocked.

The deck beneath Jiang Zhen's feet suddenly cracked open with a fine spiderweb pattern. He leaped into the air like a black, heavy cannonball!

This leap was over ten meters high, directly hovering above the river surface.

Amidst the horrified gazes of all the supernatural beings, Jiang Zhen completed an extreme twisting motion in mid-air. All the power in his body, along with the extremely violent vibrational force within him, converged wildly into his right fist.

At that moment, a thick, almost tangible white sphere of light appeared around Jiang Zhen's right fist.

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Zhen threw a punch at the river surface beneath the ship from a distance.

"Crack!"

That was the sound of the atmosphere being violently shattered.

A visible spatial rift appeared on his fist. The terrifying shockwave contained in that punch exploded devastatingly the moment it touched the river surface.

The scene instantly became extremely bizarre and spectacular.

Directly below the point where the heavy punch landed, the once surging river water seemed to be instantly flattened by an invisible giant hand. A huge circular depression, tens of meters wide and tens of meters deep, formed on the water's surface, and the river water around the depression was repelled, forming a ring of giant waves.

Because the force of that punch was so overwhelming, the entire ship instantly dropped below the river's surface due to the extreme collapse of the river's surface.

"Wow!"

Caught off guard, the strange people on the deck clung tightly to the railing.

Immediately following was a backflow.

Just as the depression reached its limit, the pressure of the river water rebounded violently.

The energy that Jiang Zhen had compressed to its limit, along with the force of the recoil, suddenly erupted from the depths of the riverbed.

This is like an invisible giant slingshot that has been released at this moment.

"Boom!"

A huge column of water shot into the sky, and at the very top of that column, Jiang Zhen's ship was propelled directly out of the water by this unimaginable force!

Yes, it is flying.

The entire steel and wood structure of the ship, like a giant cannonball streaking across the sky, shot out towards Zijin Mountain.

"He's gone mad... Brother Jiang has really gone mad!" Ma Ben was gripping the gap in the deck tightly, his face distorted by the extreme pressure.

"Wow ah ah!"

The supernatural beings on deck were in complete chaos. The immense wind pressure pressed them firmly to the deck, and before they could adjust, they couldn't even move a finger. The feeling of weightlessness and acceleration caused many to vomit instantly.

He immediately channeled his Qi to resist and cast a protective spell. The magical artifacts given to him by Ma Ben also lit up, and he almost lay flat against the deck to reduce wind resistance.

As it flew, a sickening creak—the sound of wood tearing apart—echoed through the sky. At that moment, the ship began to disintegrate.

The steel plates at the bow began to twist and fall off under the enormous wind resistance, and rivets flew everywhere like bullets.

"Splash!"

The massive mast and sails were the first to give way during the ascent, and were forcibly torn apart by the gale, along with countless broken cables, and were flung backward like a rag doll.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden cabins, chimneys, and other structures collapsed like paper under the immense overload and wind pressure, turning into countless tiny wood chips and iron filings, leaving a long trail of debris behind the ship's flight path.

Jiang Zhen landed steadily back on the deck. He crouched slightly and inserted the Hantian sword three feet deep into the deck to stabilize his center of gravity.

In his view, the riverbanks on both sides had become blurry afterimages.

“Brother Jiang… Brother Jiang, this boat is going to fall apart!” Ma Ben shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking in the gale.

"It doesn't matter!" Jiang Zhen said, facing the fierce wind with eyes like knives. "As long as it can get us to Zijin Mountain, it doesn't matter if we break up!"

At this moment, the ship had already flown over the dock.

Some of the Japanese soldiers who were guarding the dock and preparing to snipe Jiang Zhen stared blankly at the ship that suddenly took off from the water in the distance, and even forgot to fire.

"Crash—" A huge wooden plank fell from the sky, smashing a group of Japanese soldiers who had no time to dodge into a bloody pulp.

The six or seven miles of land route is being traversed at an astonishing speed.

The outline of Purple Mountain is rapidly expanding.

The smoke of battle is already very close.