A Wild Ironclad

The oilcloth-wrapped box was completely empty.

There was no elixir of immortality, not even a blade of grass.

"John, you did well. You discovered this was a trap in time and helped me put on this fine performance."

"Not only did we withdraw safely, we also disposed of a batch of disobedient professionals from the Great Xin Dynasty."

Leonard patted John on the shoulder. "Great Britain will not forget your honor."

"Professor Leonard, the credit isn't mine alone. It belongs to everyone."

Blond-haired, blue-eyed John raised his wineglass, his expression fervent. "For the Empress and glory, we shall bask in the sunlight alongside Great Britain."

"Bask in the sunlight together."

"Bask in the sunlight together..."

The foreigners aboard the super ironclad raised their glasses one after another, celebrating this moment of glorious victory.

Looking at the tiny coastline in the distance, they seemed to already see a future in which Great Britain's flag flew across this ancient land.

Yet just as their cheers reached their peak—

The sky suddenly went dark.

It was neither clouds blocking the sun nor an eclipse.

It was a hand.

A hand so vast that words could not describe it, blotting out the sky and sun as it thundered down from the highest heavens.

Its palm lines were clearly visible, each one a surging river, bearing a terrifying pressure that could not be resisted.

"Heaven and Earth Manifestation! A Sage has made a move!"

Far away, a Grandmaster lurking in the shadows, who had originally intended to pick up the scraps, raised his head in terror and cried out involuntarily.

"Who is it? The old Celestial Master of Mount Longhu? That Martial Saint in the South? The Buddhist Order's World-Honored One? Which Sage is it?"

He frantically guessed in his mind, running through every patriarch