If Godzilla had stayed on land, Hao Shuai might have had to put in some effort to deal with it. But it had stupidly run back into the sea—wasn't that just letting Hao Shuai do whatever he wanted with it?
Hao Shuai hovered above the sea. He gently clenched his right hand, and the golden Sea Emperor's Trident appeared in it.
Endless magical power poured into the Sea Emperor's Trident. The once-calm sea instantly erupted into churning waves, deafening roars shook the air, and the entire ocean seemed to come alive.
Suddenly, a giant hand made of seawater rose from beneath the surface. Its palm held a roiling ball of water, inside which the hundred-meter-long cowardly king—no, Godzilla—was trapped, roaring in panic.
The waves roared, dark clouds gathered overhead, and boundless hurricanes whipped up monstrous tides.
As each wave rose higher than the last, the giant hand climbed ever higher, and the water giant's body emerged from the sea and slowly stood upright.
When the water giant finally stood, its colossal body, towering over a thousand meters and blotting out the sky, left the nearby American fleet and everyone watching via satellite speechless for a long time!
This was beyond anything mere humans could accomplish. Even the seven fleets that Rice Country took such pride in were no different from children's toys before such might.
At that moment, Hao Shuai had become synonymous with a god in their minds.
Hao Shuai had no time to care what the onlookers thought. He landed atop the water giant's head and looked down at Godzilla, struggling inside the ball of water in its palm. "Submit, or die?!"
"Roar~~ Roar~~"
Godzilla roared furiously at Hao Shuai, the one truly responsible for all this. Translated, it meant: "Godzilla will never be a slave!!"
It didn't