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

Shuiyun's right arm was twisted at an abnormal angle, and the flesh on her shoulder tore open under the force field.

Changqing's ribs were simultaneously compressed by forces from three directions, his clothes were torn to shreds on the spot, and the muscle tissue under his skin was stretched and deformed.

If it were anyone else, they would have been crippled by this.

But Shuiyun didn't even flinch. His Reverse Regeneration Triple Technique had already been activated, and the moment the injury appeared, it was smoothed over by the surging healing power. The bones that had just been twisted were pulled back into place, and the flesh that had just been scraped open was healed again.

"That's it?" Shuiyun's voice came from the center of the force field, cold and devoid of any warmth.

Changqing did not retreat either. His body was briefly deformed in the force field for less than half a breath, but with the flow of the Reverse Life Qi, he was completely restored, and even his charging speed was not reduced.

The two people crashed right through the inverted force field.

Now, with the repeated effects of Jiang Zhen's reversal of life, the two are only one step away from the reconstruction of the three dantian. It's not that it's impossible, but that they haven't even started trying yet.

Shuiyun's fist was already in front of Li Muxuan.

Li Muxuan retracted his hands, and the force field instantly turned into a defensive one, condensing into a semi-transparent, twisted shield wall in front of him.

The fist slammed into the shield wall.

With a muffled thud, the shield wall trembled violently, ripples spreading across its surface. The gravel beneath Li Muxuan's feet exploded, and he was forced backward by the residual force of the punch that pierced through the shield wall.

The soles of his shoes plowed two deep furrows in the gravel, and he retreated dozens of meters before barely managing to steady himself, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Before Li Muxuan could even stand still, Changqing was already beside him.

Before Li Muxuan could redeploy his defenses, the force field around his body suddenly changed. His body slid sideways at an impossible angle in mid-air, as if he had been grabbed by the collar and flung away by an invisible hand. His movements became strangely erratic, and he dodged continuously in the air like a fish.

Using the force field to lift him up, he did a somersault in mid-air and finally hovered steadily several feet above the ground.

Looking down at Shuiyun and Changqing on the ground, he wiped his mouth with his thumb and glanced at the bloodstains on his fingertip.

"It's been so many years, and Senior Brother Shuiyun's fists are even harder now." He wiped the blood on his clothes, his voice hoarse but perfectly composed.

Shuiyun stood on the ground, looking up at him, her killing intent undiminished. Changqing circled to the other side, his gaze fixed on Li Muxuan in mid-air, his center of gravity low, ready to pounce again at any moment.

On the dock, the strange people of Nathan Island looked up at the person floating in mid-air, their faces displaying all sorts of expressions.

Some people had their mouths agape, some were squinting as they calculated whether they could gain an advantage in a fight against Li Muxuan, and some took a half-step back instinctively, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of the upcoming battle.

A burly, shirtless man scratched the back of his head: "Old Li usually seems quiet, but he's actually got some skills. Damn, he can even fly!"

Another person nearby chimed in, his tone even more aggressive than the big guy's: "Two against one, that's not fair. Anyone want to lend a hand?"

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone present to hear.

These people lived comfortably on the island. Nathan Island had no government, no rules, and the strong were respected, which fostered their lawless nature. They never held back their words and said whatever came to mind.

But as soon as he said that, his mind caught up with him, and the expression on his face changed.

Not only him, but everyone around him changed their expressions at the same time.

Suddenly, a powerful aura swept over, its heavy and domineering intent pure to the extreme, unreasonable and indiscriminate, like a road roller crushing and pushing forward.

Jiang Zhen stood still in the distance, with fine black and red lightning emanating from his body. Tiny arcs of electricity danced around him, making a soft crackling sound.

The first to succumb was a Westerner. His knees slammed into the gravel with a sharp crack, and he collapsed to the ground, trying to get up with his hands, but after three attempts, he couldn't budge an inch. Every muscle beneath his robes trembled, and his teeth ground together.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

The foreigners on the island fell down in rows like felled wheat, clinging tightly to the gravel ground.

Some attempted to resist with supernatural powers. The moment they formed a hand seal and a wisp of Qi emerged from their fingertips, their Qi seemed to be gripped by the neck, abruptly retracting and refusing to emerge. They felt their internal organs sinking downwards, the air being forced out of their lungs with a short groan, and their eyes rolled back as they fainted. Others chewed on their cigarette butts, their mouths filled with the metallic taste of tobacco and blood.

Black and red lightning danced silently around Jiang Zhen. He stood still, not even lifting a finger, just standing there.

Everyone was then pressed to the ground, each in a different position, but the only thing they had in common was trembling. Even those who had fainted were trembling; it was an instinctive fear that came from the very bones—the physical reaction of prey when it encounters a predator, unrelated to willpower.

As many people passed out, the same thought flashed through their minds simultaneously: "That bastard who barked just now, I'm going to skin him alive with my own hands." Whether they could escape or not was another matter; if this man crushed them to death here today, they'd haunt that idiot even in their next life.

As for the indigenous people, Jiang Zhen's Conqueror's Haki didn't directly hit them on the head. King Nathan and his guards also felt some of the residual power, but even the residual power forced them to either kneel or lie on the ground.

One of Nathan's guards asked fearfully, "What is this?"

No one answered him, because everyone was gritting their teeth and resisting that terrifying aura.

King Nathan knelt on the ground, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the crowd to fall upon the man in white robes with black lettering. For months, the fear emanating from the sacred tree night after night—a fear that even the ancient tree, which had lived for countless years and whose roots ran deep, trembled with—was something he could only feel, not see, and could not explain.

Now he sees it.

Chapter 108 The Water Is Too Cold

On the other side, although Jiang Zhen released his Conqueror's Haki, he precisely avoided the area where the three people were located.

Changqing struck first. He stomped his feet on the ground, leaping several meters into the air, his robes billowing in the sea breeze. The next second, he crashed down like a heavy hammer.

Li Muxuan's hands moved in the air in front of him as if plucking strings, and the force field of "reversing the eight directions" instantly created a chaotic vortex that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Changqing, with his great strength, threw bricks without dodging or avoiding them, taking the damage head-on, and punched Li Muxuan to the ground.

The moment he landed, Li Muxuan rolled to the side, slapping the ground with his palm. The surrounding rubble was lifted off the ground by the force field and then shot towards Shuiyun like bullets.

Its stubbornness and rebellious nature have come into play once again.

The reversal energy within Shuiyun's body surged and was reorganized the instant the wound appeared.

He had already rushed to within three feet of Li Muxuan. He suddenly spread his five fingers, his palm facing Li Muxuan's chest.

Li Muxuan gritted his teeth and unleashed his most powerful abilities. Hundreds of tiny force fields emerged around his body and then coalesced, resembling a spherical meat grinder.

"boom--!"

Shuiyun's hand was immediately twisted off by the force field, but the severed hand, which had flown away, seemed to be pulled back by some invisible force in the next second, flying back into the air and being reattached to her wrist perfectly.

The swirling air currents were crushed in Shuiyun's palm. The moment the force field collapsed, a violent recoil force sent Li Muxuan flying.

Li Muxuan lay on the ground, coughing violently. Shui Yun stood at the edge of the pit, her rebellious life force not only not dissipating, but becoming even more violent due to the intense fluctuations in her emotions.

"Take him away." Shuiyun said coldly, her right hand hanging down like an eagle's claw, ready to end this pursuit that had lasted for more than a decade.

At this very moment—

"You are not allowed to harm Father!"

A clear, childlike scream abruptly shattered the oppressive atmosphere.

A little girl, only seven or eight years old, wearing a worn but clean floral blouse, suddenly emerged from some crevice in the rocks. She spread her thin arms and stood firmly in front of Li Muxuan, her large eyes filled with fear, yet she stubbornly refused to shed a single tear.

Shuiyun's hand froze in mid-air, her brows furrowed.

"Chan'er! Leave quickly!"

Lying on the ground, Li Muxuan's eyes widened, and for the first time, a look of panic appeared on his usually carefree and arrogant face.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, he struggled to push the girl away, shouting, "This is a matter for adults! It has nothing to do with you juniors! Go back! Go back to the island!"

Shuiyun, seeing this sudden intrusion, felt a slight pause in the white aura surrounding him. He stared at the girl for a moment, his gaze shifting from her dusty face to her eyes, which bore a resemblance to Li Muxuan's, before finally looking at Li Muxuan:

"You brat... Li Muxuan, I never thought someone like you could actually have descendants?"

He scrutinized the girl closely: "Chan'er? Li Chan? Heh, you want her to repent for you?" He paused, his tone deliberately cold and hard, "The offspring of evil people are mostly evil people themselves."

Before she could finish speaking, Shuiyun suddenly raised her right hand. A powerful gust of wind, like a tidal wave, rose from beneath her palm, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, and slammed straight down towards the little girl's head.

"No—!" Li Muxuan let out a desperate roar.

The wind pressure generated by that palm strike whipped the girl's hair wildly, and her floral blouse clung tightly to her body under the pressure. But the child, not even eight years old, didn't back down an inch. She stood there with her arms outstretched in front of her father, staring intently at Shuiyun, her eyes revealing an almost obsessive stubbornness—a stubbornness exactly like Li Muxuan's when he was young.

His hand stopped less than half an inch from the girl's forehead.

The violent force of the air scattered the pebbles on the ground, creating a clean ripple of sand that spread outwards from the girl.

Changqing stood aside, quietly watching the scene unfold. He did not intervene, because he knew Shuiyun's temperament; she would never harm a child.

Shuiyun slowly withdrew his hand, looked down at Li Chan, and remained silent for a long while. Then he turned to look at Li Muxuan, who was slumped like a limp rag: "Hmph. Your daughter has much more backbone than you. The father has hidden himself his whole life, but the daughter dares to stand in front of me without backing down. Li Muxuan, you are not even as good as a child."

Li Muxuan slumped to the ground, panting heavily. Sweat stung his eyes, making it hard to open them, but his gaze never left his daughter.

"Chan'er, go...go." He pushed his daughter, his voice full of pleading.

"Li Muxuan, the bond between us ends today." Shui Yun dispelled the Qi of Reversal and returned to normal.

Changqing walked over at this moment and nodded to Shuiyun. Then he lowered his head and looked at Li Muxuan's face, which was almost deformed from the beating, but still retained a trace of arrogance. He suddenly spoke, his tone calm, yet seemingly containing unspeakable meaning.

“Li Muxuan, before he left, Master left some words for you. He said that if we ever see you again in the future, he will pass these words on to you.”

Upon hearing the word "Master," Li Muxuan froze.

The face that had tried to maintain a semblance of arrogance even after being beaten to such a wretched state was instantly filled with deathly shock. His pupils trembled violently, and his lips moved for a long time, as if trying to retrieve a long-buried name from the depths of his memory. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a few fragmented words from the depths of his throat.

"What...what did Master Zuo say?"

Changqing looked down at him, his eyes revealing a complex and indescribable emotion.

“Master said that if we see you, we should apologize to you on his behalf.”

Li Muxuan stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning: "Apologize? Why...why is he apologizing to me?"

“Master said he really likes you.” Changqing’s voice echoed on the silent shore. “He said he really wanted to take you under his wing. But he knew very well that you were pretending. You were acting—you were acting out the image of the perfect disciple in Master’s eyes. But Master thought, since you’re willing to pretend, let’s see how long you can keep it up.”

Changqing paused for a moment, then continued:

“My master set a three-year deadline. He said that no matter if you couldn’t continue acting or you really lasted three years, he would officially accept you as his apprentice once the time was up. It’s just a pity…” His voice lowered by half an octave, “What happened next was beyond everyone’s expectations.”

Li Muxuan's eyes reddened, and he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

Changqing neither looked away nor stopped.

"Before his death, Master said that after he understood the truth of the Reverse Life Triple Technique, he also fell into confusion and fear many times. It was then that he truly understood what you felt back then."

"That feeling of having a road under your feet but not being able to see the end, or even not knowing if there is a road at all—that fear of finding that everything may be empty after giving it your all—even a generation of sect leaders like him couldn't extricate himself from it for a while, let alone you who were just a child back then."

Shuiyun coldly chimed in. His voice was still hard, but upon closer listening, there was a very slight softening at the end: "Master said that even so, you managed to hold on in the academy for two years back then."

Changqing took a deep breath, as if he wanted to pour out all the remaining words in one go, leaving no room for hesitation in his emotions.

“Back then, in front of the Sanyi Gate, my master told you, ‘Like drinking water, only the person drinking it knows whether it’s hot or cold.’ But later, he also drank that water and found that it was really cold.”

"So, Li Muxuan, listen carefully." Shuiyun looked directly into Li Muxuan's eyes and said, word by word:

"Our master asked us to tell you on his behalf: I'm sorry, it was his fault for not teaching that child well!"

Chapter 109 The New World, King of the Inhumans