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

Jiang Zhen let out a low roar, his arm muscles bulged as if they were about to burst, and he pulled his hands down sharply!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar, exceeding the limits of human hearing, erupted across the entire front line of Zijin Mountain.

Before everyone's eyes, a terrifying distortion occurred. The once flat horizon suddenly tilted horribly, like a tattered rag being violently torn apart.

The thirty-odd tanks at the forefront were originally sprinting at full speed.

Suddenly, at that moment, every tank crewman felt an overwhelming and incomprehensible force—a force that came from the front, from the left, from the right, from below, and from above, omnipresent and all-pervasive.

"Clang! Clang!"

As the steel vehicle, weighing tens of tons, traveled at high speed, it was as if it had been shoved hard from the side by an invisible giant hand. The tracks detached from the ground, emitting a piercing metallic friction sound, and plowed deep furrows in the scorched earth. The huge steel vehicle rolled, collided, and bounced on the ground.

However, this is just the beginning.

As Jiang Zhen continued to tear at the air with his hands, the shockwave formed a huge, semi-transparent vortex in the space in front of him. The air was compressed, distorted, and torn apart, and even light passing through that area was strangely deflected.

"Airquake—the sky collapsed and the earth cracked!"

Within a radius of a kilometer, soil, trees, rocks, tank wreckage, and countless terrified Japanese soldiers—everything—was swept into the sky in that instant by an extremely chaotic vortex of air pressure.

The tank, weighing tens of tons, felt as light as a pile of soda cans being swept up by a gust of wind at that moment.

Three miles away, on the earthen mound, was the command post.

Through his binoculars, the Japanese lieutenant general witnessed the most nightmarish scene of his life.

His proud tank regiment, along with nearly 100,000 infantry main forces pressing forward from the rear, were like being sucked up into the sky by a giant funnel, steel and flesh mixed together, spinning, colliding, and rising upwards.

Tanks collided with each other in mid-air, exploding into bursts of orange-red fireballs, with debris flying everywhere.

Unable to withstand the sudden change in atmospheric pressure, the soldiers' bodies exploded one after another as they rose, turning into clouds of blood mist that dyed the entire sky an eerie dark red.

Then, the debris began to fall from the sky.

"Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!—"

Countless tank wrecks fell from hundreds of meters in the air, crashing heavily onto the already shattered ground, triggering a series of earth-shattering explosions.

Flames soared into the sky, and steel fragments rained down in all directions. The Japanese soldiers who were swept into the air were no longer intact when they landed.

The once flat wilderness is now filled with dozens of steel mounds and countless corpses scattered among them.

Jiang Zhen abruptly withdrew his hand, his whole body swaying slightly, and reached out to grasp Hantian.

His skin was an unnatural flush, he exhaled a breath of stale air, and his eyes remained fixed on the command post in the distance.

Smoke filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The entire front line of the Japanese army was transformed into a lifeless wasteland at this moment. The so-called 300,000-strong army was wiped out by a third in this attack.

The figure of 100,000 was simply because there wasn't enough room for that many people on the battlefield.

But Jiang Zhen continued forward.

One person led an entire army forward.

On the Zijin Mountain position, the Caobang disciples who were originally preparing to charge and provide cover were all frozen in place.

Uncle Feng was carrying a thick-backed broadsword and was originally planning to lead his brothers to charge down the slope, but at this moment his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, and he could only utter two gurgling sounds in his throat without being able to say a word.

The binoculars in Zhao Yuan's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He glanced down, forgetting even to pick it up. He stared at the land below the mountain that had been violently turned upside down, at the mountains of tank wreckage, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"Goodness..." His voice was as dry as sandpaper, "What just happened?"

A young porter was so shocked that he dropped his rifle into a mud pit without even picking it up.

Master Chen of the Quanzhen School gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his beard trembling slightly in the cold wind.

He considered himself to be exceptionally knowledgeable, having witnessed countless masters and grand scenes in the world of supernatural beings. However, the methods before him that could alter the landscape and instantly kill nearly 100,000 people were completely beyond his understanding of "cultivation techniques."

As countless extraordinary individuals watched this scene, the same thought surged in their minds simultaneously: Is this something a human could do?

A complete upheaval.

This is a true upheaval.

They felt more clearly than anyone else just how terrifying the energy contained in that attack was. It was a power so pure it was almost despair-inducing.

“Conservative estimate…” Ma Benzai’s voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, “In that last wave, the Japanese army lost at least nearly 100,000 men.”

"One hundred thousand?" Master Feng finally recovered, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and his eyes burned with fanaticism. "This isn't a war, this is clearly the gang leader reaping the spoils! One hundred thousand Japanese devils, and we didn't even hear a sound, they all flew to the sky!"

On the other side of the battlefield.

Tang Jiaren slowly emerged from the shadows.

His usually calm and collected old eyes were now filled with unconcealed horror.

He glanced at the remaining Hiei ninja who had stopped resisting due to extreme shock and whose throats he had casually slit, then turned to look at the shirtless man in the distance, holding a long sword.

There was silence for a moment.

"We thought we old bones were here to protect him."

Tang Jiaren shook his head and gave a bitter smile, casually flicking the poisoned blood off his gloves. His tone was a mix of self-deprecation and admiration. "It seems we're just here to clean up some flies and mosquitoes for this old man."

The command post was located three miles away.

Lieutenant General Toyo slumped into his chair, his binoculars still hanging around his neck, the lens half-broken, but he was completely unaware.

His eyes had completely lost focus.

Before him, the once boundless yellow military formation had vanished. In its place lay mountains of tank wreckage and countless unrecognizable limbs and severed bodies scattered across the ground.

That's a third of his main force.

They are the core fighting force in this battle.

This was also the foundation for his promotion to general.

"General...General!" The adjutant knelt at his feet, shaking his shoulders frantically.

The lieutenant general did not react; he simply stared intently at the black figure slowly pulling out the Guan Dao in the center of the ruins.

He finally understood what Sato had seen before he died, and he finally understood why Sato had filled his final report with those crazy things that he had once scoffed at.

Faced with an existence capable of tearing the sky apart with its hands and cracking the earth with its feet, numbers, tanks, cannons... these things are truly just a joke.

What a huge joke.

Suddenly, the lieutenant general's body jolted violently.

His pupils suddenly contracted, as if struck by lightning.

wrong.

This man is terrifying, but from beginning to end, he was the only one on the battlefield, and when that power erupted, it didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

Chapter 66 Brothers, kill!

The lingering force of that devastating blow still reverberated in the air, which was filled with a strong smell of rust and burnt metal.

The site was a mound of tank wreckage and corpses scattered across a basin with a radius of about one kilometer, and the cracks in the ground were still emitting hot white smoke.

Jiang Zhen gripped the handle of the Heaven-Shaking Blade with one hand, leaning slightly forward.

His chest heaved, and with each breath he exhaled visible white mist, his skin flushed.

Jiang Zhen clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking slightly.

"Hmm, it's not a big problem."

It's a pity that only a small number of Japanese soldiers rushed up just now.

On the mound of the Eastern Command Post.

The Japanese lieutenant general struggled desperately to his feet from his initial paralysis.

"He's not a god!" the lieutenant general roared, his voice hoarse, blood gushing from the corner of his eye. "He has a weakness!!! And I've found it!"

He was completely desperate. He had to win, he had to take that city. Retreat was impossible. Even if he returned alive, he would face a military court-martial. Rather than be hanged like a dog, he would rather fight to the death here.

The adjutant froze, his voice trembling, "But General, we've already lost nearly 100,000 men..."

"That's still two hundred thousand!"

The Japanese lieutenant general shoved his adjutant aside, drew his command sword, and frantically pointed it forward:

"Give the order! All-out assault! No need for formations or cover, everyone charge down from different directions, from all sides! Infiltrate their lines!"

A mad glint flashed in the eyes of the Japanese lieutenant general: "His attacks are too powerful; they're indiscriminate destruction! But once our men are mixed up with his men, he'll never dare to use that kind of power again! Pay with your lives! Ignore that man, just keep charging forward!"

As the piercing bugle call sounded, the 200,000 Japanese troops who had been in a state of panic at the rear, under the supervision of their officers, erupted in desperate screams and charged out from all directions.

They no longer cared about formations, but instead surged forward like a bursting yellow torrent towards the front lines at Zijin Mountain.

Jiang Zhen looked up at the yellow wave that was once again pressing down on him, blotting out the sky.

"Want to play melee?" Jiang Zhen grinned. "Great, come on, bring on more, I'll grant your wish."

"I'm not afraid of you going up, I'm afraid you'll run away."

At this moment, several hundred Japanese soldiers had already rushed forward with bayonets at their ready.

Jiang Zhen strode forward.

Ahead lay the wreckage of a tank, its steel shell twisted and deformed, weighing over ten tons, which had just crashed into the ground.

Just as he approached the tank wreckage, Jiang Zhen suddenly twisted his waist.

With power generated from his waist and hips, the shockwave surged like a dragon and snake to his right leg, creating a visible and violent gust of wind. His trouser leg fluttered loudly as the airflow whipped around it, and a powerful side kick slammed into the tank's track side armor.

"Bang--!!!"

A muffled thud shook the battlefield.

The steel tank, weighing tens of tons, was sent flying like a soccer ball by Jiang Zhen's kick, skimming the ground and sending sparks flying as its tracks rubbed against the earth, carving two deep furrows into the hard soil.

The tank wreckage, carrying terrifying momentum, crashed headlong into the leading group of Japanese infantry.

"what--!"