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

Screams filled the air as the massive steel mass slid horizontally for dozens of meters, crushing countless soldiers who couldn't dodge in time into a bloody pulp. The sound of flesh and steel rubbing against each other was sickening, and a horrifying crimson trail was left on the ground.

However, Jiang Zhen soon realized that the enemy's completely disorganized charge was not aimed at him alone. He could also see surging crowds in the surrounding mountains and forests, with dense yellow dots penetrating his flanks. This was not simply about using lives to wear him down, but about bypassing him and heading straight for his rear.

Jiang Zhen immediately understood their intentions.

He immediately gripped the Heaven-Shaking Blade tightly with both hands, and the vibrational power within his body stopped spreading outwards and began to frantically condense towards the tip of the blade. The surrounding air emitted a low hum due to the rapid contraction of energy.

"Om-!"

A fist-sized spot of light began to appear on the blade of the Guan Dao.

As the force of vibration was poured in, the "spot of light" rapidly expanded, eventually becoming a huge, translucent sphere with constantly rippling surfaces.

The air around the sphere vibrated at high frequency, producing a hissing and popping sound, and the gravel on the ground instantly turned into dust when it approached the sphere.

"go."

Jiang Zhen held the knife in both hands and suddenly slashed horizontally.

The energy ball, imbued with terrifying compressive vibration, shot out from the tip of the blade, tearing through the air and leaving a long, distorted trajectory as it crashed directly into the right flank of the charging Japanese army.

"That is……"

Before a Japanese sergeant could even see what it was, the shockwave ball had already passed through half of his body.

There was no explosion.

In that instant, all matter along the straight path that the vibrating ball traveled lost its shape.

The flesh, bones, steel rifles, and uniforms of the Japanese soldiers who collided with the shockwave ball all instantly turned into dark red mist.

The shock sphere acted like a black hole, creating a vacuum of death, five meters wide and hundreds of meters long, through the crowd. Any enemy in that straight line vanished without a second's struggle, instantly evaporating from the face of the earth.

The shockwave ball only exploded suddenly when it hit a dense forest in the distance.

"boom--!"

Trees were broken, soil was thrown into the air, and the blast wave buried more than a hundred Japanese soldiers in the surrounding area under rubble and broken wood.

Jiang Zhen then turned to look at the left flank, about to make a move.

A golden light transformed into a noose, instantly strangling several charging Japanese soldiers. Wherever the golden light passed, the sound of necks snapping was crisp and clean.

Zhang Zhiwei strode over, panting heavily.

His Taoist robe was covered in dust, and his forehead was covered in fine sweat, indicating that he had traveled a very long distance.

"Brother Jiang, that's not very fair of you!"

As Zhang Zhiwei walked, he shouted, his voice tinged with complaint: "I've traveled all the way to Sichuan, and only now do I hear you're up to this! You risked your life to come here, so at least leave me some. All that stuff before doesn't count; now let's see who kills more!"

Jiang Zhen glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Call him Martial Uncle!"

……

On the front lines of Zijin Mountain.

"The Japanese are fighting desperately!"

On the front lines of Zijin Mountain.

Master Feng noticed Jiang Zhen's fatigue. Although Jiang Zhen could kick a tank away and evaporate a hundred people with one move, his power was still as divine as a god, but his movements were a bit slower than before.

More importantly, the Japanese army was simply too numerous. No matter how fast Jiang Zhen killed them, the enemy was rapidly closing the distance.

"Why didn't the leader use his ultimate move from before?" Zhao Yuan asked anxiously, his forehead covered in sweat.

Bai Fu's eyes were deep and his voice was hoarse: "Nonsense! With something so terrifying, how many more times do you think the leader can use it? He probably wanted to wipe them all out in one fell swoop, but the Japanese soldiers rushed too far ahead, too fast, and too scattered. Moreover, the area on both flanks was too wide, and he couldn't take care of them for the time being."

Yao Chong suddenly stood up, holding his huge iron hammer in his hand: "Brothers! The gang leader took care of over 100,000 people by himself. If we let the gang leader carry the rest by himself, then all of us in the Cao Gang are spineless cowards!"

"Yao Zhong is right!"

Master Feng raised his broadsword, letting out a beastly roar, "We can't let the gang leader bear this alone while we sit here and watch! Men of the Canal Gang, if you have a breath left, charge down there!"

"kill--!!!"

At this moment, the members of the Grand Canal Gang completely erupted.

Without advanced tactics or elaborate teamwork, these men from humble backgrounds displayed their most primal and pure ferocity at that moment.

The black waves surged down the hillside like tigers descending the mountain, rushing madly towards the places Jiang Zhen couldn't reach for the time being. The shouts of battle were deafening, and the footsteps were like thunder. The entire hillside trembled under their charge.

The Strange Person.

"All the arrangements are messed up and are no longer needed."

The speaker paused, his gaze sweeping over the assembled superhumans behind him, who were poised to attack. Their eyes burned with the same flame.

"But everyone, we can't let that newly arrived Taoist priest Zhang be the only one who's so powerful!"

All the extraordinary individuals rushed out, each displaying their unique abilities.

The Tang Clan disciples were like ghosts, using illusionary disguises to conceal their forms. They closed in on the dense cluster of bayonets, their blades flashing and falling. To the Japanese soldiers, their comrades looked as if their throats had been slit open by the air; all they could see was the gushing blood.

The Quanzhen disciples formed a battle formation and came out. Chen Dao's long sword swept across, and a crescent-shaped sword aura several meters long swept across the ground. The row of Japanese infantrymen at the front of the line maintained their charging posture with their upper bodies, but their lower bodies were left in place.

Wei Shufen was in the dense forest, and the porcelain jar at her waist had been opened at some point. A dark blue cloud of gas, barely visible to the naked eye, spread rapidly with the wind.

That wasn't smoke, but a dense mass of Gu worms, invisible to the naked eye.

The Japanese soldiers who rushed into the area first felt an intense itching on their skin. Some reached out to scratch, only to find that where their fingers pressed, countless bulges were moving wildly under their skin. In horror, they tore open their uniforms and saw moving bulges on their bellies, as if something was crawling under their skin.

In just over ten seconds.

The once vigorous and strong men were transformed into withered sacks, their flesh and internal organs devoured by the Gu worms in an instant. The shriveled corpses remained in the posture of struggling before death, their mouths wide open and their eye sockets empty, as if they had experienced unimaginable pain before their death.

The agonizing screams of those dying soldiers completely shattered the fighting spirit of the surrounding Japanese troops. Some of them ran back like madmen, only to be shot through the head by the supervising officer behind them.

Some men spewed out scalding fire, turning an entire squad of Japanese engineers into torches; others slammed their palms on the ground, using esoteric techniques to make the charging Japanese kneel and die in the mud; still others used a triple reversal technique, ignoring the damage from bayonets, and delivered a powerful punch that pierced through the opponent's chest.

This is the most primitive form of hand-to-hand combat.

Although the Japanese army had a numerical advantage, their psychological defenses had already been on the verge of collapse due to Jiang Zhen's previous miracles.

When they saw that godlike man still charging at the forefront, while behind him emerged countless madmen from the Canal Gang and various extraordinary individuals with unique skills, the psychological pressure turned into a real rout.

At this moment, the eyes of the Japanese soldiers were no longer fixed on the enemy in front of them, but began to secretly glance at the supervising officers behind them who had been barking like dogs.

"Pfft!"

Master Feng decapitated a Japanese soldier with a single stroke, and the gushing blood splattered all over his face, flowing down his beard.

Without even wiping it off, he turned around and kicked away a soldier who was trying to sneak up on him. The soldier's chest caved in, and he flew backward, knocking down two of his comrades behind him.

Jiang Zhen, however, remains the sharpest ploughshare.

Looking at the crowd behind him, he returned to the most basic form of killing. He wielded the Heaven-Shaking Blade into a dark red vortex of light, and wherever the blade struck, blood rained down.

With each sweeping slash, accompanied by a shockwave, the Japanese soldiers within three meters were as if they had been hit by a speeding train. Their chests collapsed instantly, their internal organs were shattered into mud, and their bodies flew out like rag dolls. The corpses that landed were no longer human, just a pool of blurry flesh and blood.

The Japanese lieutenant general watched the man, covered in blood, getting closer and closer to him.

Watching his own army begin to retreat step by step under the counterattack of tens of thousands of enemy soldiers, the battle line was not retreating little by little, but collapsing like an avalanche. The soldiers no longer obeyed orders, and the supervising officers had been riddled with bullets.

Jiang Zhen cleaved through the last wall of men in front of the command post mound with a single blow, his body stained with blood that wasn't his, his eyes fixed on the Japanese lieutenant general.

"It seems you're the highest-ranking official among this bunch of beasts."

Chapter 67 Capturing the enemy chief alive

On the mound, flags fluttered in the smoke of battle.

It was a military flag with a sun pattern on it, but now it looked ridiculous and jarring. The Japanese lieutenant general's hand, gripping his sword, trembled violently, the tip of the blade drawing chaotic arcs in the air.

Jiang Zhen stepped onto the first step.

"Boom."

The ground made a dull thud, as if the heart of the entire mound had skipped a beat.

"Protect the general!"

The adjutant screamed hysterically, and the remaining dozens of military police and bodyguards rushed down, their eyes bloodshot. In Jiang Zhen's eyes at this moment, these carefully selected bodyguards were no different from those who had just turned into a bloody mist.

Jiang Zhen remained expressionless. His right hand dragged the Heaven-Shattering Blade, its blade carving a deep groove in the steps, sparks flying. His left hand suddenly lashed forward.

Before the five military police officers at the forefront had even gotten within three meters of Jiang Zhen, their bodies mysteriously froze in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, their bones emitted a series of cracking sounds, as if they were being crushed by invisible boulders. Their entire bodies instantly shrank into a bloody, mangled ball, which Jiang Zhen casually pushed aside, knocking over a row of people behind them.

At that moment, three dark figures suddenly sprang up from the shadows behind the mound.

This was Bihe Ren's last remaining asset, which he had specially infiltrated to guard against a possible decapitation operation by the Tang Clan. Now that the situation was hopeless, he no longer sought to kill the enemy, but only wanted to take advantage of the chaos to take the Japanese lieutenant general away.

Three katana blades, arranged in a triangular formation, locked onto Jiang Zhen's throat, chest, and groin, their tips burning with purplish-black evil energy.

"Get out of here."

Jiang Zhen didn't even raise his head. He simply swung the Heaven-Shaking Blade horizontally in his hand, and the vibrational power within his body surged out like a tide along the blade. Visible ripples spread outward from the Guan Dao as its center.

"Om-!"

The three dark figures were sent flying backward at a speed even faster than when they rushed towards them, and exploded into countless pieces in mid-air.

Jiang Zhen walked through the bloodstains to the Japanese lieutenant general.

The Japanese lieutenant general slumped into his command chair.

In the face of this man, it seemed that all military strategies, all advantages, and modern industrial weapons were meaningless.

This Japanese lieutenant general, along with his home military, never imagined that this battle, which was originally a sure thing, would become the end of an era and the beginning of a national nightmare.

"What...are you?" The Japanese lieutenant general's voice went completely hoarse. He wanted to raise his pistol to commit suicide, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

"What I am is unimportant." Jiang Zhen lowered his blade, and blood dripped from the tip onto the lieutenant general's boots.

"The important thing is that you beasts shouldn't be here."

After Jiang Zhen finished speaking, he turned to look at the battlefield below.

At this point, the situation on the battlefield had undergone a fundamental reversal.

Although there were still many Japanese soldiers, when they turned around and saw that the commander's flag at the command post had been cleaved in two by Jiang Zhen, and that their general was being held in the hands of that devil, their last shred of will collapsed.

This collapse is from the inside out.