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

Jiang Zhen raised the Heaven-Shaking Sword, without any complicated movements, and suddenly swung it horizontally at the colossal creature in the distance.

"The country is destroyed!"

In that instant, the world lost its color.

In the eyes of all witnesses, the world was instantly stripped of all color, turning into an eerie black and white—white waves, black debris, and a gray sky. Time seemed to stretch out several times over. Then, a pillar of energy, coiled with black and red lightning, shot out fiercely from the blade.

"Sizzle—sizzle!"

The energy column flew close to the sea surface. The seawater below it didn't even have time to make a splash—the seawater was instantly evaporated by the high temperature and high frequency vibration in the extremely narrow gap between the bottom of the energy column and the sea surface. Before the water vapor could diffuse, it was carried forward by the energy column and plowed a shocking semi-circular groove in the sea surface.

The seawater on both sides of the depression was pushed aside and could not flow back for a long time, as if this sea surface had been branded with a scar that would never heal.

The distance was instantly shortened by a terrifying speed.

Before the attack even arrived, all the crew members on the Nimitz had already fallen into a deep coma due to the raging Conqueror's Haki before the energy pillars even got close.

"puff!"

There was no dull thud as expected. When the energy beam struck the Nimitz, it was like a red-hot steel needle piercing a block of butter.

The aircraft carrier's prized special armor and several-meter-thick anti-torpedo compartments were utterly useless against the "Broken Nation." A massive energy column pierced through the stern and roared out from the bow, creating a huge, brightly lit cavity.

After piercing through the aircraft carrier, the energy column flew nearly a kilometer across the sea before slowly dissipating.

What followed was a massive explosion powerful enough to shatter eardrums.

The first-generation aircraft carrier that carried the glory of the United States' maritime power was suddenly split in two from the middle on the sea surface, and then a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, illuminating the sea surface as if it were daytime.

The symbols of power of the old maritime hegemons were completely destroyed.

The strange beings in the distance were completely petrified. Some had been holding up their binoculars for several minutes, though the binoculars were now filled with swirling dust, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Although the satellite signal was interrupted by the Conqueror's Haki, the last frame—the aircraft carrier tearing apart from the center and the mushroom cloud rising—was still transmitted back to the monitoring screens of major intelligence agencies around the world in its entirety.

Dead silence.

Every high-ranking official who saw the footage fell into a long, deathly silence.

Inside the U.S. Capitol, they knew that the so-called sea power had become a joke at this moment.

That distance... that ultimate move that spans the sea.

Prior to this, assessments of Jiang Zhen's abilities by various countries focused on the extent of damage and sea state manipulation. They believed that the most terrifying aspect of Jiang Zhen's tremors was his ability to trigger tsunamis and earthquakes, but these were essentially environmental disasters, indirect attacks and secondary damage caused by his abilities.

Today, this act of "national destruction" has completely buried that assessment report. He didn't need a tsunami or an earthquake to accurately determine the death of an aircraft carrier from several nautical miles away, and everyone's understanding has been completely rewritten.

The global order collapsed completely under this blow.

Before this, Jiang Zhen collected taxes globally, but he always felt that the United States was a troublesome country with strong military power, and that the United States was still the big brother at sea.

But now, the eldest brother's head has been chopped off in front of the whole world.

A Westerner, trembling, gazed at the burning sea and murmured a distraught sentence in English:

"Emperor of the Sea..."

Zhao Yuan sat on the speedboat next to him, still feeling dizzy from the shock of the Conqueror's Haki. Although he couldn't understand English, his sensitive nerves were still on edge.

"Brother Bai, what's that foreigner muttering about?" Zhao Yuan wiped the blood from his nose and asked Bai Fu beside him.

Bai Fu's mouth remained open for a long time before he finally closed it. His hands trembled slightly as he looked at the tall figure in the middle of the sea, took a deep breath, and said:

"The translated meaning is..."

"The Emperor of the Sea".

Chapter 116 Funerals of the Old Era

The smoke of war in the western Pacific gradually dissipated in the sea breeze, but the lingering power of the "destroyed nation" still suppressed the waves.

On the sea, the wreckage left by the aircraft carrier explosion is slowly sinking, with huge steel fragments and machinery intertwined, swirling beside the water pressure depression that Jiang Zhen forcibly evaporated.

Jiang Zhen casually slung the "Heaven-Shaking Blade" over his shoulder with one hand; the blade was still warm. He gazed at the ravaged sea, exhaling a deep breath. His voice, amplified by the vibrations, clearly echoed through every inch of the wreckage:

"The exercise is over."

After saying that, he habitually turned around, intending to order his men to turn the ship around and return to the New World.

However, as far as the eye could see, apart from the empty deck of the "Zhenhai", there wasn't a single person left.

Jiang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then pressed his temples helplessly and sighed, "These guys... They always brag about their improved life cultivation, but every time they activate their Conqueror's Haki, they run away faster than anyone else."

He walked to the ship's side, raised the heavy stone he was carrying on his shoulder, and waved helplessly at the dark mass of spectating ships in the distance, signaling that the danger had passed and that they should hurry back to set sail.

The signal had barely been given when the Cao Gang disciples, who had already shrunk to the edge of the horizon, regrouped.

Before the person even arrived, that almost morbidly frenzied shout had already pierced through the layers of water mist.

"Emperor of the Sea! Emperor of the Sea! Emperor of the Sea!"

The three leading figures, Master Feng, Zhao Yuan, and Bai Fu, shouted the loudest.

Zhao Yuan's face was flushed red. He stretched his hoarse neck, raised his hands high, and jumped and shouted.

Master Feng was even more straightforward, raising his long sword above his head and swinging it with each shout.

Bai Fu, who is usually very refined and composed, was now blushing and screaming wildly along with the crowd.

Jiang Zhen was about to stop him, but then he realized that this wasn't his hometown, and this should be a title, like "Shaking River Dragon," "Chief of the Canal Gang," or "Pillar of the East Sea," so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Alright, alright, stop shouting, your throat's about to burst." Jiang Zhen waved his hand as he looked at the people who had returned to the ship, pressing his palm down twice.

"That won't do, Chief!" Zhao Yuan rushed forward excitedly.

"That damn aircraft carrier and that American thing are nothing but a fart in front of you!"

Master Feng also joined in, his face solemn: "Chief, this isn't just us family flattering you. Listen, what's that noise over there?"

Jiang Zhen turned his head to the side.

The fleet of ships from various countries, originally there to watch the spectacle, hadn't dispersed. Western magicians lowered their staffs, Southeast Asian sorcerers rose from their seats, and the leader of the secret organization stepped to the most prominent position on the ship's side. Everyone, regardless of skin color, sect, or faction, bowed deeply towards the "Zhenhai."

Then, the phrase "Emperor of the Sea" echoed across the ships, eventually coalescing into a wave that transcended national boundaries.

“Emperor of the Sea…” Jiang Zhen repeated softly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. “It does sound more impressive than ‘World Destroyer’ or ‘King of the Outcasts.’ Oh well, since we’ve got these titles, let’s keep them. At least they sound cool.”

Then the roar of propellers came from the distant sky.

A helicopter with extremely low-key paint and no weapons mounted slowly approached and hovered at a safe distance not far from the "Zhenhai".

The cabin door opened, and a US official, dressed in a sharp suit but with a deathly pale face, almost lost his balance in the fierce sea wind. He gripped the door handle tightly with one hand, while frantically wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with the other.

The helicopter lowered its sling, and the official practically tumbled and crawled to Jiang Zhen's side.

“Mr. Jiang…” The official spoke fluent Chinese, though his voice trembled, his attitude was extremely humble.

Jiang Zhen looked at him: "Oh, something's up?"

The official, head bowed, lacked even the courage to look Jiang Zhen in the eye. "On behalf of all participants in this joint maritime security exercise, I sincerely thank Mr. Jiang for his full cooperation today. This exercise, with the joint participation of both sides, has achieved its intended objectives and laid a solid foundation for further deepening cooperation in the field of maritime security..."

"Speak quickly if you have something to say..." Jiang Zhen was a little impatient and extremely disliked this kind of beating around the bush.

"Here's the thing—to thank Mr. Jiang for his tireless efforts in personally guiding this exercise, Congress has specially approved a sum of money... as a thank-you fee, totaling 50 billion US dollars."

"Furthermore, we are deeply concerned about the disturbance caused to Mr. Jiang's flagship and accompanying vessels during this exercise. Therefore, we have specially prepared twenty new-generation fully automated offshore floating drilling platforms, which we are donating to New World free of charge as a symbol of our spirit of friendly cooperation."

Master Feng and Zhao Yuan exchanged a glance and smiled with satisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhen patted his thigh and chuckled, "Oh? There's money to be made? You Americans are indeed generous."

"Should I express my gratitude?"

"No! No need!" The representative's throat felt like it had been suddenly choked, and his refusal was almost broken.

He took two steps back, his leather shoes hitting a crack in the wood grain of the deck, nearly tripping him. He waved his hands frantically in front of him. "No need to trouble Mr. Jiang anymore! Our place is small, far away, and the climate isn't suitable—no need for you to make the trip! Absolutely not!"

"Alright then, since there's nothing else, shall we head out?"

The representative, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, hurriedly stepped back, bowing as he did so, saying, "No, it's alright! Mr. Jiang, please feel free! You may sail freely in this sea area! You may sail freely in all the outer seas of the world!"

When he finished speaking, he had already retreated to the side of the sling, grabbed the rope, and almost pulled himself up, as if afraid that if he was a second late, Jiang Zhen would say something like that he wanted to go back to the mainland to express his gratitude.

Jiang Zhen's "Zhenhai" slowly returned to port and disappeared at the horizon.

.....

Late at night, in the western Pacific Ocean, at the exercise site, several fleets quietly appeared.

Countless professionals, clad in advanced diving gear, leaped from the ship into the sea. Their orders were absolute—not to salvage bodies, not to recover equipment, but to retrieve the data collectors installed on the sunken vessel at all costs.

The next day, the world was shaken.

The news from the Western Pacific was like an unprecedented magnitude 10 earthquake, instantly sweeping across the desks of every political leader and the outposts of every supernatural organization around the world.

In the photo, the dent in the sea left by Jiang Zhen's "Broken Country" strike is clearly visible, like a scar that can never heal.

"The US aircraft carrier fleet... just like that, gone?" a high-ranking official asked in a daze.

"They're not gone, they've been 'erased.' From today onward, we can't use any old evaluation systems to assess these superhumans. A walking natural disaster has already emerged that can modify global nautical charts in minutes and redraw coastlines at any time. What will be next? Who can guarantee there won't be another one?"

"The old era is over."

This battle in the Western Pacific not only sank the United States' aircraft carrier, but also completely destroyed the United States' post-war maritime hegemony.

Everyone understood a cruel truth: from this moment on, global dominance of the oceans had completely changed hands. That man had completed his coronation.

A maritime emperor was born.

The days of the old maritime hegemons have come to an end, and the will of the new emperor will surge with the tides to every corner of the world.

Chapter 117 Sea Laws - The Venerable One's Twelve Articles

As the massive shadow of the Zhenhai slowly cut into the harbor of New World Island, the coastline had already turned into the ocean.

It wasn't a flag, it was human heads.

Not only the gang members, but also the island's supernatural beings, rushed to the dock like madmen after learning the outcome of the battle in the Western Pacific.

Every inch of space where people could stand was packed with people. Some climbed trees to get a better look, while others, unable to see anything clearly, still tiptoed and desperately pushed their way forward.

"They're back! The gang leader's ship is back!"

Zhao Yuan stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the sea of ​​people. His hands trembled slightly, but at this moment, he could hardly suppress the fervor of his rekindled old dream.