Whitebeard Dies!

ROAR!!

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. In that instant, Ron suddenly transformed into a lifelike silver-white Divine Dragon, its scales sharply defined. Dense lightning surged in every direction like a sea of white mist, scattering across the ground and carrying it through the skies with overwhelming majesty.

The Divine Dragon spread its four claws, stepping upon clusters of white clouds of lightning as it swam forward, gazing ahead.

It was clearly a transformation of something lifeless, yet everyone could discern an emotion found only in living creatures within those eyes.

That emotion was called indifference.

Just like a supreme ruler roaming the cosmos, it looked down upon all living things—supreme, tyrannical, and majestic.

Beneath that awe-inspiring pressure, all things were bound to submit.

Even the threat of death, enough to make one's limbs go numb with terror, seemed utterly natural and justified because of it.

Thunder and rain alike were the sovereign's grace.

"Something's wrong!!"

Suddenly, Whitebeard jolted awake and stared at the lightning in horror.

"My mind was actually influenced?!"

This had never happened before!!

No one had ever made him feel like submitting through sheer presence alone. The pride of a king could not be broken, even by weakness or injury.

Yet Ron had done it, even if only for a single second.

"This monster!"

However, even after snapping awake, Whitebeard realized that he could no longer make any response.

The inertia of the Human Cannonball had accelerated him to a terrifying speed, enough to crush an ordinary person flat. That single moment of distraction had already brought him into a point-blank collision with the silver-white Divine Dragon, leaving him no chance to counterattack.

BANG!!!

The white dragon opened its jaws and clamped Whitebeard within them, forcing him to make a ninety-degree turn while flying backward.