"Golden Emperor, you're asking for death!"
Sengoku glared coldly and stepped forward, blocking the outpouring Conqueror's Haki. Although it wasn't aimed at them, if anything happened to the Celestial Dragons, it would be a disaster.
Because Sengoku blocked it, the Celestial Dragons didn't feel a thing.
But the sudden gale, Chaos's dramatic entrance, and the darkened skies now filled with thunder and lightning had left their faces a little pale.
They had clearly still been frightened.
The pirates who were still standing or swaying unsteadily also had constantly changing expressions.
The Golden Emperor was way too cocky.
And way too arrogant.
He simply didn't take them seriously. Was he trying to put them in their place right from the start?
A lot of people were looking rather displeased.
Now that Sengoku had stepped forward, they all watched coldly from the sidelines.
"Isn't that Marine Admiral Sengoku?"
"Oh, and Vice Admiral Tsuru!"
"Borsalino, long time no see! What do you think of my proposal? Join me in becoming the most arrogant men in the world!"
Chaos flicked his Golden Maple Leaf earrings, a habitual gesture.
As if he'd only just noticed Sengoku and the others, he smiled and waved at Borsalino.
He looked so flippant that it was clear he didn't take them seriously at all.
"Sengoku, is that the Golden Emperor?"
Saint Roswald was very displeased. He didn't like the way the other man had made his entrance.
He'd stolen the spotlight from him.
Unforgivable!
"Yes."
"Capture him. I want to make him my slave."
Saint Roswald's eyes were full of greed as he looked at the Golden Warriors kneeling on the ground and the miniature Goddesses of the Heavens. They were just like the gold the CPO had delivered last night, completely pure.
Saint Roswald's order made Sengoku furrow