"All the key players have been held up. Now we'll see whether it's real or not."
The atmosphere at the scene was oppressive.
All the key players from the Richest Group had been held up, but there were still plenty of powerful people present who hadn't made a move—especially the Marines, the Flying Pirates, the Shichibukai, the Underworld Emperors, and the Revolutionary Army lurking in the shadows.
Everyone stared unblinkingly at the ten-colored haze.
It hadn't moved once since it appeared.
Many people deeply suspected that the ten-colored haze wasn't the Golden Emperor at all, and that the Richest Group was simply putting on a show. Otherwise, there was no way he wouldn't make a move in a situation like this.
A great many people finally felt reassured.
That man's glorious history was simply too terrifying.
He was dead.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
He was alive.
Everyone kept holding their breath.
He was a magnet for trouble. The sea had never known peace while he was alive. Every so often, he'd make the headlines—not by changing the existing order, then by upending conventional wisdom.
Just think about it.
When that man was alive, the whole world was in an uproar. It was an uproar many people couldn't bear; he made too much trouble.
So many people didn't want the man to come back from the dead.
"Has he really been resurrected?"
"Is it real or not?"
At that very moment,
many people clenched their fists and watched.
All it would take was one brave soul to step forward and reveal the truth in that nerve-racking moment.
Even Whitebeard, Blackbeard, and the others fighting the key players spared a moment to keep an eye on it.
"Gyahahaha!"
When it came to sheer dominance, the Golden Lion was in a