Public slaves.
They could do whatever they wanted with them.
Just don't kill them.
Those three conditions sent a chill crawling up the spines of every pirate present.
This wasn't simple humiliation. It was about grinding the Celestial Dragons into the dirt—into the filth—and making them endure torments worse than hell.
"Th-this..."
For a moment, everyone hesitated.
After all, the aura of the World Nobles had been deeply ingrained in people's hearts for centuries.
Even if they knew the Celestial Dragons were useless parasites, the fear and reverence they had inspired for so long weren't easily shaken off.
Many glanced around instinctively, waiting for someone else to make the first move.
Seeing no one step forward, Luo Tian took the lead.
He walked up to Saint Donahue and looked down at the Celestial Dragon, who lay sprawled on the ground, trembling all over.
"Celestial Dragons..."
Luo Tian's voice was calm, yet carried a chilling edge.
"Strip away that layer of pigskin, and all you'll find is a bunch of bloodsucking swine."
Before the words had even faded, he raised his right foot and stomped down hard.
His target was Saint Donahue's right hand.
"Crack!"
The clear snap of breaking bone was accompanied by the dull squelch of crushed flesh.
Saint Donahue's right hand was instantly mangled. His palm bones were shattered, his flesh crushed to pulp, and blood spread across the stone slabs.
"Ah—!!!"
A shriek, more beast than human, rang across the harbor.
Saint Donahue's eyes bulged, blood vessels webbing across his eyeballs.
The excruciating pain sent him straight into unconsciousness.
The entire harbor fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the hand crushed beneath Luo Tian's boot, then at the blood-soaked sole as he slowly lifted his foot.
A crewman who had been ready for this immediately