In My Presence, You Dare Call Yourself a Swine!

The Celestial Dragon remained arrogant and overbearing:

"Who are you? Do you not know that I am a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon?!"

"If you dare lay a hand on a Celestial Dragon, the World Government will not let you go! The Marine Admirals will be here any second! You will be executed! Your family, your companions, all of them will die!!"

He was making a final struggle, attempting to use the names of the World Government and the Marine Admirals to intimidate Luo Tian.

"Me?"

Luo Tian sneered, walking slowly to the wall and looking down at the Celestial Dragon embedded within it:

"I am the pirate who hijacked the Heavenly Tribute, and I am the one who is going to kill you right now."

"Kill me? Heh... heh-heh-hahaha!!"

The Celestial Dragon burst into wild laughter, his voice filled with arrogance and unbridled conceit:

"What a joke! I am a Celestial Dragon! Who would dare kill me? Who could possibly kill me?!"

"Typical Celestial Dragon, still so stubborn even when death is at your doorstep. You really are nothing but a bunch of swine."

Why were these swine so impervious to reason?

In this situation, any normal person would have already been on their knees begging for mercy.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Luo Tian raised his hand and delivered several merciless slaps!

They were crisp and loud!

Every strike used a precise amount of force, designed to cause excruciating pain without killing him instantly.

"Ah--!!"

"You bastard... smack!"

"I will have you killed... smack!"

"Stop hitting me, I was wrong... smack!"

By now, the Celestial Dragon's already fat face was swollen like a literal pig's head, bruised and battered, with snot and tears streaming down.

Luo Tian examined him for a moment and nodded with satisfaction:

"Swine should look like swine."

He noticed a piece of parchment fall from the Celestial Dragon and picked it up to find a dense list of treasures written on it.

Clearly, this was the list of items the Celestial Dragon had come to demand as a new tribute from the Situna Kingdom.

Luo Tian casually delivered another slap: "Speak, where are the things on this list?"

"They... they are still in the national treasury of the Situna Kingdom."

The Celestial Dragon had been completely broken.

"In the national treasury, you say?" Luo Tian's eyes brightened slightly.

A national treasury... that was a good place.

The collection inside would likely not be much inferior to the Heavenly Tribute.

After all, it was the accumulation of a kingdom over many years.

Faced with such immense wealth, Luo Tian was tempted.

"Lead the way."

Luo Tian dragged the Celestial Dragon out of the wall as if he were a dead dog.

"I, I don't know where the treasury is." The Celestial Dragon's eyes darted around.

"Spatial Fold."

As soon as the words fell, the fingers on both of the Celestial Dragon's hands suddenly twisted and deformed, as if folded and wrung by an invisible force!

Fingers are connected to the heart, and the piercing pain instantly shattered his nerves.

The Celestial Dragon's eyes bulged, his entire face contorted in agony as he let out a shrill, miserable scream:

"Ah--!!!"

"I... I remember! I'll take you! I'll take you right now!!"

Luo Tian looked down at the Celestial Dragon crawling on the ground, his expression calm.

He slowly raised his right foot, his tone remaining indifferent:

"In front of me—you must refer to yourself as 'swine'!"

As the words fell, his sole came crashing down.

Bang--

Under the immense pressure, the lower legs of the Celestial Dragon were completely pulverized, crushed into a mass of mangled flesh.

"Ah--!!!"

A scream, even more harrowing than before, echoed through the palace.

The Celestial Dragon's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from the sheer agony.

Luo Tian remained expressionless, raising his hand to deliver several resounding slaps.

"Pa! Pa! Pa--"

The unconscious Celestial Dragon was jolted awake by the pain, struggling to open his eyes. His gaze was unfocused, leaving only instinctive terror behind.

Luo Tian reached out and grabbed the collar at the back of his neck, hoisting him up like a dead dog.

The Celestial Dragon's legs hung limply, the lower portions a bloody mess.

"Lead the way."

"Th-that way... go through the corridor... the innermost room..." The Celestial Dragon's teeth chattered, every word requiring a massive expenditure of effort.

Luo Tian said nothing more, dragging this pile of sludge toward the depths of the main palace hall.

The Celestial Dragon's body left a long, bloody trail across the smooth marble floor.

Finally, a massive alloy door appeared at the end of the hallway.

"Boom--!!"

Luo Tian raised his leg and kicked it.

The heavy alloy door, capable of withstanding heavy artillery fire, was blown inward and shattered!

Witnessing this scene, the Celestial Dragon was scared out of his wits.

Just how terrifying was this man's strength?!

Luo Tian stepped into the treasury.

Instantly, a room full of golden light and treasures rushed to meet him.

Luo Tian activated the Spatial Warehouse on his right hand.

An invisible gravitational field, like a giant whale inhaling water, swept the room clean of all its treasures.

A moment later, the once-full vault was left completely empty.

Luo Tian grabbed the Celestial Dragon, his figure flashed, and both of them vanished from the spot.

At the harbor, the luxurious flagship of the Celestial Dragons was docked in the prime position.

The massive ship was pure white, its hull carved with intricate patterns, and the flag of the World Government fluttered from the mast.

A gunshot suddenly rang out from the ship!

"Bang--!"

It was immediately followed by a young boy's cry of pain: "Ah-- it hurts so much!!"

Then came a voice filled with grief and pleading: "No... please, I beg you, spare Jieming!!"

The voice was young, yet carried a desperate tremor.

A young woman's sharp, malicious voice rang out immediately:

"A slave should act like a slave. Who gave you permission to talk back to me?!"

On the deck, a boy of about sixteen lay in a pool of blood.

He wore tattered, coarse clothing, and a bullet had torn a bloody hole in his lower leg.

The boy's face was twisted in agony, his forehead covered in cold sweat, yet he gritted his teeth, trying to prop up his upper body with his arms.

Another boy of similar age knelt not far away, his hands bound behind his back with rough hemp rope.

His eyes were filled with tears, fresh whip marks on his face, as he kowtowed desperately to a young woman:

"Lady Shaman Gong! I beg you! Jieming didn't mean to talk back to you!

He only wanted to take the whip for me... please spare him! I am willing to take any punishment in his place!"

The woman addressed as Shaman Gong stood in the center of the deck, wearing a gorgeous court dress, her eyes gleaming with the excitement unique to a sadist.

She held an exquisite small pistol in her hand, the muzzle still emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

"See clearly? This is the punishment for talking back to me!"

Shaman Gong's voice was shrill and grating. She stepped forward and kicked over Jieming, who had just managed to sit up:

"You little lowlife, get up at once! Did you hear me?!"

Shaman Gong's heel stomped fiercely onto Jieming's face, grinding down with force.

"Let Jieming go!" The kneeling boy could no longer hold back. Seeing Jieming's pained expression and the flowing blood, a surge of unprecedented fury shattered his fear.

He stood up abruptly, ignoring his bound hands, and rushed toward Shaman Gong with everything he had.

"Jesse! Don't!!" Jieming shouted with difficulty from beneath Shaman Gong's feet.

But it was already too late.

Jesse had only taken a few steps when an expressionless CP0 guard standing to the side moved.

He raised his leg and kicked Jesse hard in the abdomen.

"Pfft—"

Jesse was sent flying backward, slamming heavily onto the hard deck.