"Roar—!!!"
The Dragon King was completely enraged.
It frantically beat its wings, steadying itself in midair.
Its golden vertical pupils were bloodshot as it fixed a murderous glare on the two ants that had wounded it.
At the same time, the dozen or so adult Thousand-Year Dragons nearby noticed their leader's predicament.
Some of them promptly gave up chasing Luffy, letting out shrill cries.
They changed direction and swooped toward Zoro and Sanji like a squadron of diving fighter jets, screeching all the way!
The situation reversed in an instant!
Zoro had just landed and had not even caught his breath when two enormous dragon claws closed in from both sides.
"Tch, troublesome!"
Zoro raised his swords to block, but two fists could not fend off four hands. He was forced back step after step.
Sanji was in even worse shape. Three Thousand-Year Dragons surrounded him, their sharp beaks and claws weaving a net of death that forced him to dodge desperately, unable to even unleash his kicking techniques.
"This is bad... At this rate, I'll be worn to death!" Cold sweat streamed down Sanji's forehead.
Just then.
From the massive deep pit that had been blasted open came the sound of loose stones tumbling down.
"Cough, cough..."
A hand reached out and grabbed the edge of the pit.
Then Ronan's figure slowly rose from the dust.
His clothes were already shredded, blood stained the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaved violently.
Yet the Zhangba Iron Spear in his hand remained as steady as a rock. The light in his eyes had not dimmed in the slightest—it had become frighteningly bright instead!
"Now that was satisfying..."
Ronan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and rolled his somewhat stiff neck, producing a crisp crack.
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