Tsugikuni Yoriichi swept his long sword, and the blade's gleam flashed directly over the other man's neck.
The slave crawling on the ground with a Celestial Dragon on his back was still dazed as he reached up to touch his now-empty neck. Suddenly, he felt something warm on his back, and a thick stench of blood flooded his nostrils.
"Bang!"
As he slowly turned his head, a soft thud sounded beside his ear. A headless corpse slid off his back and fell straight to the ground, blood gushing out and quickly staining the entire ground red.
"!!!"
Seeing the magnificent yet familiar clothing on the corpse, the slave's confusion rapidly vanished, replaced by overwhelming terror. That terror did not last long before swiftly turning into wild ecstasy. The burly man rose to his full height, gave Tsugikuni Yoriichi a deep look, and immediately swung his fist at the nearest CP9 agent.
"A Celestial Dragon... a Celestial Dragon has been killed?!"
The CP9 agents were still reeling from the death of a Celestial Dragon. Everyone's attention was fixed on Tsugikuni Yoriichi, and none of them had anticipated the slave's sudden uprising.
"Boom!!!" With a muffled impact, one CP9 agent was sent flying by a punch from the rebelling slave mount.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi merely cast an indifferent glance at the burly man before his figure flashed, and he went straight into the crowd of slaves.
As sword light danced, Tsugikuni Yoriichi threw slave collars one after another into the distance. Explosions rang out through the streets as the collars binding the slaves were cut away by Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
After finishing all this, Tsugikuni Yoriichi stood among the crowd, raised his long sword, and shouted to the slaves:
"Your shackles have all been removed."
"From here on, use your own hands and feet