When the bandits surrounded the Thorn Queen Ship, Oldest was lying on the deck with his eyes closed, resting.
Only when the other side called out his new title did he open his eyes.
"Strange. I just changed my name, and someone already knows it?"
Oldest murmured under his breath.
He simply stood up and sized them up. "I'm Oldest. What do you want?"
The leader was already growing impatient. He waved a hand. "Trash, take your men and get off this ship, or I'll take your life right now!"
Oldest was stunned.
Trash...
That word was...
Oldest sank into a curious mood.
"Interesting. No one has ever dared speak to me like that. Even the Heir of Chaos Will only dares call me by my title, not insult who I am," he murmured.
The leader heard him and laughed. "I've been on this road for countless years. I've seen plenty of greenhorns like you who know nothing and can do nothing but brag."
Oldest smiled silently.
"Then you should see this."
He raised his hand and spread his fingers.
The leader had no time to react. He vanished from where he stood.
The next second, he appeared in front of Oldest, who clamped a hand around his throat.
"Don't move. If you do, I'll snap your neck."
Oldest spoke softly.
The leader finally realized he'd picked a fight with someone formidable.
"Brother, I was in the wrong today. P-please let me go, and we'll leave right away," he said with a forced smile.
"Really?"
"Really."
Oldest thought for a moment, then let go.
The leader flew into the sky in a panic, activated every defensive measure he had, and hid behind all his men.
Once he was sure he was safe, he roared, "Attack together! Kill them!"
The instant