Luo Tian gave a cold laugh. "I don't have any relatives, but I do have a few friends. Rocks, Whitebeard Newgate, and Golden Lion Shiki. You can have the World Government execute them whenever you like. I have no objections."
Only then did the CP0 guard finally get a clear look at Luo Tian's face.
"Y-Why are you here?!"
The CP0 guard turned pale with shock.
The man before him was none other than Luo Tian, an officer of the Rocks Pirates, the New World's dominant force!
His fearsome reputation had long since shaken the upper echelons of the World Government.
The terrifying strength Luo Tian had displayed during the earlier raid on the Heavenly Tribute was still fresh in everyone's minds:
He had overpowered Black Arm Zephyr head-on, gravely wounded Headquarters Staff Officer Tsuru, and even fought Iron Fist Garp to a standstill!
Damn it! On his very first assignment escorting a Celestial Dragon, he'd run into this monster?!
It seemed the colleagues assigned to protect Saint Roz hadn't simply been useless. They had likely all been killed by Luo Tian.
This was bad.
But the duty of protecting a Celestial Dragon could not be neglected.
If he fled now, the World Government would never forgive a CP0 agent who abandoned his post.
If he died fighting here, at least his family would receive compensation.
And if he managed to save the Celestial Dragon from Luo Tian, he might not only avoid punishment when he returned to Mary Geoise—he might even be promoted for his service!
So even an officer of the Rocks Pirates like Luo Tian was worth killing.
With that thought, a look of resolve flashed through the CP0 guard's eyes.
He took a deep breath, burying all his fear and replacing it with a near-manic fighting spirit.
"Soru!"
He charged forward without hesitation, driving the Armament Haki coating his fist to its limit as his body became a blurred white streak.
"Rokuogan!"
His target: Luo Tian's heart.
Luo Tian remained expressionless. His eyes flickered red as he glanced at the charging CP0 guard.
"BOOM!!!"
In the next instant, the CP0 guard was struck by an invisible sledgehammer and sent flying!
His chest caved in, the sound of his ribs breaking crisp and clear. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he sailed through the air, painting a ghastly arc behind him.
He flew across the entire deck, smashed through the railing, and finally traced a parabola before crashing heavily into the sea in the distance.
"What?! The CP0 officer was killed in one move!"
"Damn it! How did we run into that monster, Luo Tian?!"
Luo Tian slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the remaining Cipher Pol agents on deck.
His eyes were calm, yet everyone they fell upon felt as if they'd been plunged into an icy abyss.
"WHUMM—"
Conqueror's Haki erupted.
Infused with the power of Space Quake, it locked precisely onto every Cipher Pol agent aboard the ship and swept over them.
The agents' bodies all shuddered at once. Then blood flowed from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths as they collapsed, their gazes quickly going blank and the breath of life vanishing in an instant.
The deck fell utterly silent.
Saint Roz's mouth hung open, but he couldn't make a sound. Terror constricted his throat, and his obese body trembled in a pool of blood.
Shaman Gong curled up on the ground, still feeling the agony of her severed limbs.
At last, she understood—the man before her really would kill a Celestial Dragon.
In his eyes, their status as World Nobles was worth nothing.
Jesse and Jieming stared in shock, unable to understand what had just happened.
A moment ago, they'd been in the depths of despair. The next, those arrogant Cipher Pol agents had fallen like stalks of wheat.
That man hadn't even lifted a finger. He'd only looked at them.
Just then, a lavish golden door leading out of the cabin was suddenly shoved open.
A bloated Celestial Dragon with a fat face and sleepwear stumbled out, rubbing his bleary eyes and grumbling.
"What's all the noise?! Can't a person get any sleep?
You miserable commoners..."
His words cut off.
His sleepiness vanished instantly.
Saint Donahue's eyes widened as he took in the carnage on the deck:
His sister, Shaman Gong, lay in a pool of blood, her hands and feet severed.
His father, Saint Roz, was sprawled nearby like a dead dog, all four limbs crippled.
And in the middle of the deck stood an unfamiliar man in a black coat.
"Who did this?! Who dared attack the World Nobles, the Celestial Dragons?!"
Saint Donahue roared in fury. "And what are you useless fools doing lying on the ground? Sleeping isn't allowed here! Get up, all of you!"
He hadn't realized the people on the ground were dead. He thought the Cipher Pol agents were slacking off.
Donahue? He really was a fool!
A father with four crippled limbs, a sister with her hands and feet severed, and him, looking like a fool himself.
"Who are you? Who allowed a commoner like you on board?" Saint Donahue shouted arrogantly, pointing at Luo Tian.
"Kneel! Get down on your knees and bow to me this instant! Then cut off both your hands, and I might consider letting you keep your worthless life!"
That was the typical Celestial Dragon way of thinking.
In their minds, there were only two kinds of people in the world: Celestial Dragons and commoners who should kneel before them.
Any offense had to be punished in the most brutal way possible.
Luo Tian slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes fixing on the Celestial Dragon who had just come out.
Saint Donahue finally realized something was wrong.
He saw the fear in his father's eyes, an expression he'd never seen on a Celestial Dragon before.
He saw the bodies scattered across the deck. Every Cipher Pol agent was dead. They hadn't been slacking off or sleeping; they were truly dead.
Finally, he saw Luo Tian's eyes.
Those crimson eyes held no reverence and no fear.
Only indifference, and undisguised killing intent.
When Saint Donahue finally understood what those eyes meant, a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Warm liquid seeped uncontrollably from his crotch, soaking his pajama pants and forming a puddle on the deck.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something—to threaten him, to beg for mercy—but terror clamped down on his throat, and all he could manage was a strangled, choking "guh-guh."
Luo Tian slowly walked over to Saint Roz and gave a cold laugh.
"I believe I just heard you say something you shouldn't have. Did you call yourself 'Saint'?
I told you: in front of me, you're to call yourself a pig!"
Saint Roz jolted at his words.
Damn it! He'd actually forgotten about that.
But after calling himself "Saint" for decades, how could he switch to calling himself a pig so quickly?
Saint Roz hurriedly denied it and begged for mercy. "No! No! I didn't call myself Saint!
Ah—damn it, a pig! This pig didn't call himself Saint..."
Luo Tian said nothing. He simply began to draw the Supreme Grade Blade, Black Dragon, slowly.
"I'm a pig! Please don't kill me, sir!
No! A pig is a pig! Please don't kill this pig! Please don't kill this pig!"
Luo Tian still said nothing. He raised his long blade and brought it down!
"Don't—this pig doesn't want to die yet!"
With that, there was a wet splat, and a pig's head flew through the air, landing right in Saint Donahue's arms.
"Ah!" The sight of his father's head scared Saint Donahue into unconsciousness.
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