Dominating Entrance! The Youths Named Jieming and Jesse!

The frail youth endured the churning, agonizing pain in his abdomen, struggling until he actually stood up once more, swaying unsteadily.

"Let, let go... of Jieming!"

Shaman Gong was stunned for a moment, then burst into even more frantic laughter.

"Commoner, you want to save him, don't you? Come on then!" She beckoned with her finger, full of contempt:

"With that body of yours that's about to fall apart? Such disgusting tenacity."

Shaman Gong turned to look at the other youth pinned beneath her high heels.

"Jesse, don't worry about me, or you'll die too!" Jieming roared with every ounce of his remaining strength.

Shaman Gong's smile turned even more cruel.

"Touching, truly touching." Shaman Gong sighed softly, her tone dripping with mockery:

"The bonds between slaves are always so cheap and ridiculous."

Shaman Gong grinned hideously and raised her pistol, aiming it at Jieming beneath her feet.

"Someone, hold that commoner down for me!"

Two CP agents in black suits stepped quickly behind Jesse.

They grabbed the youth's shoulders from left and right, pinning him in place.

"No—don't shoot!" Jesse, held fast, struggled violently and pleaded bitterly.

"I beg you, Lady Shaman Gong, we will do anything, please don't kill him!"

Shaman Gong turned a deaf ear.

Click.

The sound of the bullet chambering was crisp and cold.

Shaman Gong savored this moment.

Watching the slaves' pain, collapse, and despair, she felt a twisted pleasure welling up from the bottom of her heart.

Taking joy in torturing slaves, watching them struggle and resist, only to crush their hope completely.

To her, this was the ultimate enjoyment.

Every time she saw a life fade before her eyes, every time she heard a desperate wail, it made her feel the supremacy of her power.

Life and death, all decided in a single thought.

Jieming, pinned beneath her feet, suddenly roared, lifting his head with his final strength:

"Come on! Kill me! I've had enough!

But Jesse is innocent! Let him go!"

Shaman Gong raised her delicate eyebrows: "Oh? Pleading for your companion before you die? What a foolish spirit of sacrifice."

Her finger slowly curled around the trigger; she wanted to prolong the fear of these two slaves to the greatest extent, to savor every moment of their despair.

"No! Save us! Is there anyone who can save us—" Jesse was filled with despair at this moment.

But in this world, who would challenge the Celestial Dragons for the sake of two slaves?

Who would oppose the World Government for two insignificant lives?

The answer was no one. There never was.

Jesse closed his eyes, preparing to welcome the gunshot of his brother's death, and the inevitable fate of his own death that would follow.

Tortured to death, his body thrown into the sea, leaving not a single trace.

Just as if they, like ants, had never existed at all.

Hum—

An invisible force swept over like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire ship.

Space solidified at this moment.

Time seemed to stop flowing.

Everyone on the deck felt unable to move.

The World Government flag, fluttering in the wind, eerily froze in mid-air.

Even though Shaman Gong had already pulled the trigger and the bullet had left the barrel, it stopped in mid-air.

Tap, tap, tap...

Unhurried footsteps came from the direction of the pier.

Everyone on the ship rolled their eyes, looking toward the sound.

It was a young man with black hair and crimson eyes, his expression cold and stern.

He wore a black trench coat with an open chest, the hem fluttering without a breeze.

A pitch-black long blade hung at his waist, and his entire being radiated a suffocating aura.

The man walked forward step by step, his footsteps heavy, while dark red Haki crackled and exploded around him like lightning.

Furthermore, he was carrying something in his left hand.

Looking closely, it was a bloated figure, bruised and battered, with all four limbs shattered.

It was a Celestial Dragon.

A Celestial Dragon being held like a dead dog.

Luo Tian arrived at the shore and stopped; his figure vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already in the center of the deck.

He looked at Shaman Gong, a flash of red light crossing his eyes.

Swish! Swish!

The next second, Shaman Gong's right hand, which held the gun, was severed cleanly at the wrist, the silver pistol falling onto the deck along with her severed hand.

Almost simultaneously, the left foot she had been using to stomp on Jieming was separated at the ankle, the high heel and severed foot rolling to the side.

After a brief delay, blood gushed out from the clean incisions.

"Ah--!"

Shaman Gong let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Having lost a foot, she lost her balance and fell heavily backward onto the deck.

The frozen space resumed its flow at this very moment.

Luo Tian casually tossed the middle-aged Celestial Dragon he had been carrying onto the deck like a piece of trash.

"Is... is that Lord Saint Roz?!" The CP0 guard, dressed in a white suit and wearing a white mask, felt his pupils contract sharply.

This is impossible!

Shouldn't Lord Saint Roz be at the palace? With two other CP0 colleagues guarding him personally, how could he possibly appear here?

And in this state, his limbs clearly broken in a cruel manner, his face covered in bruises, one eye swollen shut, and blood constantly bubbling from the corner of his mouth.

Even more terrifying, this arrogant World Noble had just been carried like a dead dog, devoid of any dignity.

It's over, everything is completely over.

The CP0 guard's brain raced, but he felt only a chilling coldness.

The person before him had not only severely wounded Shaman Gong but had also beaten Saint Roz into a pulp, dragging him here like garbage.

What on earth were those two colleagues guarding Saint Roz doing?! How could they not even notice he had been abducted?!

Or could it be... that they were already...

The CP0 guard dared not think any further.

"CP0! Quickly... quickly save me! Kill this commoner--!!"

Saint Roz, as if grabbing onto a final straw, screamed with all his might.

He struggled to crawl toward the CP0 guard, but with his legs ruined, he could only writhe uselessly on the deck, leaving trails of blood behind him.

In his eyes, Luo Tian was an absolute devil.

He held no regard for the status of a Celestial Dragon, breaking his legs and crippling his hands... his methods were cruelly outrageous.

In Luo Tian's hands, he had truly felt the terror of death, fearing that in the next second, he would be decapitated.

In front of this man, the words "Celestial Dragon" seemed to have lost all meaning.

"Bastard! Release Lord Saint Roz immediately! Otherwise, you and your kin, friends, comrades, and everyone related to you will be sentenced to death by the World Government!"

The CP0 guard suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted sternly.

His fists were instantly covered in pitch-black Armament Haki, his Observation Haki fully activated, his spirit highly focused as he assumed the most rigorous combat stance.

No matter what, he had to save Lord Saint Roz first.

If he did that, even if he returned to Mary Geoise, his punishment might be lessened.

As for Shaman Gong, although her injuries were severe, she should be able to survive if treated in time.

The most important thing now was to stabilize the situation, wait for reinforcements, or... find a glimmer of hope.