Prison Riot: Golden Lion Shiki Descends!

"Not good!"

Aokiji and Noah's expressions changed. Almost in unison, they blurred into motion and shot out from the entrance to Impel Down.

They moved in slightly different ways. Aokiji raced across the waves, leaving a narrow path of ice and snow wherever he passed.

Noah flew using Geppo, touching down on a wave crest every hundred meters to push off again. He was even a little faster than Aokiji, moving like a dragon through the sea.

But the warship was simply too far away—twenty or thirty kilometers. No matter how hard they pushed themselves, they could not reach it in an instant.

All they could do was watch as the falling island drew closer and closer to the ship...

Hum!

Just then, a figure suddenly soared from the deck.

A sword flashed free. A sweeping arc of white sword light rose from the warship's deck and slashed toward the massive island bearing down on it.

Boom!

Amid a deafening roar, the island split straight down the middle. Its two halves crashed separately into the deep sea.

The warship between them pitched violently in the towering waves, but in the end, it survived by a hair's breadth.

"Thank goodness..."

Noah instinctively slowed and let out a breath. He turned to Aokiji. "Was that Warden Babulou?"

"Yeah."

Aokiji wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Warden Babulou isn't just a Cold-Cold Fruit user. He's a powerful Great Swordmaster, too."

"But things are still looking bad."

Noah sighed and looked toward the distant sky. "To drop an island from that kind of height..."

"Only one man can do that," Aokiji finished grimly.

The two stood side by side on the sea, heads slightly raised, their gazes grave.

Neither said the name aloud, but they both knew the one and only answer—

Golden