Someone Is Flying in the Sky

On the Wushen year, in Puhai, at Kaitai Dock.

A thunderclap came from the west, streaking across a thousand miles, destroying ships with a single blow! Annihilating the enemy! Exterminating demons!!

The Steel Armor Divine Thunder, traveling at ten times the speed of sound, was unleashed.

The sonic boom and shockwave exploded outwards, like an invisible heavy hammer smashing against a wall of air, making those kneeling and kowtowing see black spots, their nostrils filled with a strong metallic scent, as if their throats were being choked, making it difficult to breathe.

Many laborers, already weakened by hidden ailments, coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Compared to the ironclad ships that had encountered such terrible misfortune, merely spitting blood was nothing.

Upon the surging great river.

Dozens of water pillars, nearly three hundred meters high, erupted in an instant! Below these water pillars were distinct wave-like channels. These channels, which exposed much of the riverbed, were generally tens of meters deep, dividing and encircling the ironclad ships. The hulls of most ironclad ships were pierced!

Even worse, some, due to their slender and small bodies, were directly snapped in half!

The river surface was filled with exclamations and wails.

The soldiers of the foreign powers on the ships, enduring the violent bombardment, were directly blown into the water, their bodies shattered beyond recognition, countless numbers of them! Many were pierced by flying shrapnel, becoming bloody water gourds.

What happened next was the true disaster for these damaged but not yet sunk ironclad ships. The riverbed, exposed by the Steel Armor Divine Thunder, maintained its shape for a few seconds due to inertia, and then the mighty river water began to flow back!

The instantaneously returning river water created a terrifying pressure difference for the structurally damaged ironclad ships. In the face of this pressure difference, the ironclad ships of this era were no different from the softest, smoothest egg custard. The river water, under the terrifying pressure, transformed into a solid mass, easily tearing through iron armor and ripping apart human bodies!

It was as if a water god was enraged.

Steel cried out, torrents roared.

Dozens of warships before Lan Yi turned to dust in the snap of a finger, all sunk, burying the soldiers on board at the bottom of the river. Cruise ships and cargo ships observing from afar scrambled to flee the scene!

From this moment on.

Lan Yi proved one thing to all the onlookers: he alone possessed Daoist Arts capable of annihilating the military might upon which the empires of this era relied. In other words, Lan Yi, possessing this power, would naturally become the divine emperor of this decadent and declining empire.

Everyone would revere him as they would a god.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

Even though Lan Yi did not intentionally target the people on the dock, the majority of them still suffered varying degrees of damage when the Steel Armor Divine Thunder was fired. Except for a very small number of fanatics, most people were running far away, driven by instinct.

Seeing the many foreign ironclad ships on the river, which had once been so imposing and used for target practice, now sunk to the bottom of the river, many people were overjoyed to tears.

What satisfaction!

They wished they could shout loudly, wish they could roar, wish they could pound their chests in release!

Lan Yi, suspended in mid-air, slowly descended.

Bang!

Several bullets, their tips faintly red and spinning, were blocked by the strong magnetic field woven by Cang Hua. Lan Yi raised an eyebrow at the sight.

He was in a very good mood, an extremely good mood. There were still experts?

The shots were fired by a squad of foreign police officers.

Whether it was due to extreme foolishness or extreme bravery, after Lan Yi had annihilated dozens of warships, they saw the descending Lan Yi and felt there was an opportunity. They remembered the many charlatans and sorceresses who had been shot and killed by foreign guns, and they actually aimed at the slowly descending Lan Yi and pulled the trigger.

They immediately felt a fierce malice coming from all directions.

Swish!!

Cang Hua instantly extended and swept across!

The distance was only two hundred meters, and white hair arrived in an instant. Before this group of concession police could react, the rifles in their hands were cut into pieces.

Having finished, Lan Yi, with the shimmering energy ring behind him, strode towards the city without looking back.

"They are yours now."

Lan Yi dropped this sentence.

These foreign police officers, not only in the concessions but also outside, had often acted tyrannically, committing rape and plunder. Now that their guns were gone, and the Immortal Master had personally spoken, with an Immortal Master who could destroy ironclad ships backing them, did they need to say more about what they should do?

Lan Yi's steps were ethereal, his entire being moving as if he were shrinking the ground into inches, and from afar, the faint sounds of venting roars and screams could be heard from behind him.

Relying on violence to vent beastly desires.

One must realize that one day, you might lose your violence and become the target of venting.

The imperial fleets that protected overseas Chinese and their property and carried out punishments on the Yangtze River were annihilated in a single day.

This event was like a stone thrown into a pond. After creating ripples, the subsequent disturbances, like rushing waves, began to brew and ferment across the country and internationally.

Puhai International Journalists' Club.

"The rise and fall of the nation concerns every common man."

"Today, all fellow martial artists have been invited by this humble Huo to participate in the Jingwu Gymnastics Association, and I am deeply grateful. By promoting physical, intellectual, and moral cultivation among our people, only when all compatriots advance together in body, intellect, and virtue can our great China once again stand tall among the world's nations."

"Only with national confidence can there be Chinese confidence!"

On the stage, Huo Yuanjia, who had recently become a symbol of national integrity and dignity, was giving a speech with the demeanor of a grandmaster. His words resonated strongly with the various martial arts figures invited.

When they were practicing their punches and kicks, foreign guns and cannons bent the backs of the Chinese people.

To be left with only a martial arts school passed down from ancestors, where one could only practice punches and kicks, possessing a heart full of passion but unable to do anything, how tragic that was. Huo Yuanjia, who had defeated the strongman O'Brien today, had spoken words that were now telling all martial arts practitioners:

Compared to the impassioned martial artists.

The foreign journalists below, who were attending the establishment of the Jingwu Gymnastics Association and preparing to interview the hot news figures, felt that the ancient Eastern Mighty Lion, though a declining old empire, still had some lingering spirit that could burn.

As for whether this lingering spirit could awaken the vast and decaying body, that remained an unknown. After all, there were plenty of ants eager to feast on this sleeping elephant.

The feast of division would not wait for you to wake up and finish your training before the knives came down.

Nong Jinsun, listening to the undisguised, superior comments from the foreign reporters beside him, maintained a calm expression, but a shadow of gloom fell over his heart.

Yes, his childhood friend was working hard.

He himself was also working hard.

But it was still too slow. They had been standing still for too long and had fallen too far behind. Catching up now was no simple matter. But no matter how difficult, it had to be done. Not doing so meant the ruin of the country and the extinction of the race!

Just as Nong Jinsun was silently clenching his fist, rumbling sounds echoed from afar.

"Hmm? What's that noise? Where's the cannon fire?"

The distant rumbling caused the speech to halt.

Nong Jinsun frowned and called Huo Yuanjia's disciple, Lu Bing, to go out and see what was happening. Lu Bing was clever and adaptable; if something major were to occur, he wouldn't be caught off guard.

Less than fifteen minutes after Lu Bing went out, he ran back into the club, panting. He was so out of breath that he exclaimed loudly.

"In the sky! Someone is flying in the sky!"

"They'll be here any moment!"

"Master, what should we do?!"