The Celestial Dragons' Strictest Father!

Luo Tian heard this and offered a cold, ruthless smile:

"I have no relatives, though I do have a few friends: they are Rocks, Whitebeard Newgate, and Golden Lion Shiki.

You can tell the World Government to go execute them whenever you like; I have no objections."

Only then did the CP0 guard clearly see Luo Tian's face.

"You... why are you here?!"

The CP0 guard was struck with terror.

The man before him was none other than an executive of the New World overlord, the Rocks Pirates—Luo Tian!

His fearsome reputation had long since shaken the upper echelons of the World Government.

During the previous raid on the Heavenly Tribute, the terrifying strength Luo Tian displayed remained vivid in everyone's memory:

He had suppressed Black Arm Zephyr head-on, severely wounded the headquarters staff officer Tsuru, and even fought Fist Garp to a standstill!

Damn it! This was his first time escorting a Celestial Dragon, and he had run into this monster?!

It seemed his colleagues tasked with guarding Saint Roz had not been idle; they had likely all perished at his hands.

This was trouble.

However, the duty to protect a Celestial Dragon allowed for no failure.

If he fled now, the World Government would never forgive a CP0 agent who deserted his post.

If he died in battle here, at least his family would receive a pension.

And if he could save the Celestial Dragon from Luo Tian, he would not only avoid punishment upon returning to Mary Geoise, but might even be promoted for his service!

Therefore, Luo Tian, an executive of the Rocks Pirates, was worth killing.

At this thought, a flash of resolve crossed the CP0 guard's eyes.

He took a deep breath, burying all his fear deep within his heart, replacing it with a near-maniacal fighting spirit.

"Soru!"

He lunged forward aggressively, pushing his Armament Haki to its limit over his fists, his entire body blurring into a white shadow.

"Rokuogan!"

Target: Luo Tian's heart.

Luo Tian remained expressionless, a faint red glint flashing in his eyes as he merely glanced at the charging CP0 guard.

"BOOM—!!!"

The next instant, the CP0 guard's body was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, sending him flying backward!

His chest visibly caved in, the sound of shattering ribs audible and crisp. While still in mid-air, he spewed a torrent of blood, the crimson mist tracing a harrowing arc through the air.

He flew across the entire deck, smashed through the railing, and finally traced a parabola before crashing heavily into the distant sea.

"What? The CP0 agent was killed in one hit!"

"Damn it! How could we run into a monster like Luo Tian!"

Luo Tian slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the remaining members of the CP organization on the deck.

His eyes were calm, yet everyone he looked at felt as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Hum—"

Conqueror's Haki erupted.

The Haki was infused with the power of a Space Quake, locking onto every CP agent on the ship with precision before sweeping over them.

The CP agents' bodies shuddered in unison, then blood began to pour from their seven orifices. They collapsed one after another, their eyes rapidly glazing over as the breath of life vanished in an instant.

The deck fell into an immediate, deathly silence.

Saint Roz opened his mouth, but no sound came out; extreme terror gripped his throat, and his obese body trembled in the pool of blood.

Shaman Gong curled up on the ground, the agonizing pain from her severed limb still lingering.

She finally understood—the man before her would truly kill a Celestial Dragon.

The status of World Nobles was, in this man's eyes, worth nothing.

Jesse and Jieming were dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

A second ago, they had been in the abyss of despair; the next, those arrogant CP agents had fallen like wheat.

The man hadn't even moved; he had simply taken a look.

Just then, a luxurious golden door inside the cabin was shoved open with a bang.

A bloated, fat-eared Celestial Dragon in pajamas walked out, rubbing his sleepy eyes and cursing.

"What's all the noise?! Can't a man get any sleep!

You lowly commoners..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Sleepiness vanished in an instant.

Saint Donahue opened his eyes wide, staring at the carnage on the deck:

His sister, Shaman Gong, lay in a pool of blood, her limbs severed.

His father, Saint Roz, lay slumped to the side like a dead dog, his four limbs crippled.

And, in the center of the deck, stood a stranger wearing a black trench coat.

"Who is it?! Who dares to lay a hand on the Celestial Dragons, the nobles of the world?!"

Saint Donahue flew into a rage: "And you bunch of trash, what are you doing lying on the ground? Sleeping is not allowed here! Get up, all of you!"

He was completely oblivious to the fact that the people on the ground were dead, still assuming the CP agents were just slacking off.

Donahue? He really lived up to the name!

A father with crippled limbs, a sister with severed hands and feet, and a man with that signature "Don" attitude.

"Who are you? Who gave a lowly commoner like you permission to board this ship?" Saint Donahue cursed arrogantly, pointing a finger at Luo Tian:

"Kneel! Kneel down and kowtow to me immediately! Then cut off your own hands, and perhaps I might consider sparing your dog life!"

Typical Celestial Dragon thinking.

In their perception, there were only two types of people in the world: Celestial Dragons, and the commoners who should be kneeling before them.

Any offense had to be punished in the most brutal way possible.

Luo Tian slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes locking onto the Celestial Dragon who had just walked out.

Saint Donahue finally sensed that something was wrong.

He saw the terror in his father's eyes, an expression he had never seen on the face of a Celestial Dragon before.

He saw the corpses covering the deck; all the members of the CP organization were actually dead. They weren't slacking off or sleeping; they were truly dead.

Finally, he looked into Luo Tian's eyes.

In those scarlet pupils, there was no awe, no fear.

There was only coldness and undisguised killing intent.

When Saint Donahue truly understood the meaning behind those eyes, a chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

His legs went weak, and with a "thud," he collapsed to the deck.

Warm liquid uncontrollably seeped from his crotch, soaking his pajama pants and forming a puddle on the deck.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to threaten, wanting to beg for mercy, but extreme terror gripped his vocal cords, leaving him only able to make a "gurgling" sound, like someone suffocating.

At this moment, Luo Tian slowly walked over to Saint Roz and smiled coldly:

"I seem to have heard you say something remarkable just now. Did you refer to yourself as 'this Saint'?"

"I said, in front of me, you are to refer to yourself as—a pig!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Roz was startled.

Damn it! He had actually forgotten about that.

But after decades of using the catchphrase "this Saint," it wasn't so easy to switch to calling himself a pig.

Saint Roz hurriedly begged for mercy and denied it: "No! No! This Saint didn't say that!"

"Ah—damn it, it's a pig, the pig didn't say that..."

Luo Tian remained silent, simply drawing the Supreme Grade Blade Black Dragon slowly.

"I am a pig, my lord, please don't kill me!"

"No, that's wrong! The pig is a pig, my lord, please don't kill the pig! My lord, please don't kill the pig!"

Luo Tian still didn't speak; he raised the long blade and swung it down!

"No—the pig doesn't want to die yet!"

As the words fell, a wet "thwack" sounded, and a pig-like head flew through the air, landing right in Saint Donahue's arms.

"Ah—" Seeing his father's head, Saint Donahue fainted from terror on the spot.