Nangong Yan sensed three auras flying toward him. One carried a sacred presence, like the Buddha himself; one was violent and frenzied, like erupting magma; and one was razor-sharp and swift, like an aurora streaking across the sky.
"Sengoku, Akainu, Kizaru... Tsk, tsk. The three of you actually came together to kill me. What exactly is the reason?"
"Could there have been survivors from that branch I wiped out?"
"Still, even if my trail hasn't been extremely secretive, it hasn't been conspicuous either. The Marines finding my location so quickly is quite impressive."
With a turn of thought, Nangong Yan more or less understood why they had come to encircle him. His figure flashed out of the castle, and he stepped through the air toward the west.
It was not that Nangong Yan wanted to avoid battle. It was simply that if they fought here, the destructive power of Admiral-level combat would likely completely destroy Doflamingo's headquarters.
He flew all the way to the shore and stood atop a tree resembling a banana tree. Watching the three men rapidly charge toward him, Nangong Yan drew Eastern Emperor and slashed repeatedly. Three silver-white sword energies over a hundred meters long flew toward them.
Among the three, Sengoku unquestionably possessed Admiral-level strength. Vice Admiral Akainu and Vice Admiral Kizaru could already be considered quasi-Admirals. The moment an Admiral position became vacant, the three of them could be promoted, and their strength was formidable.
Of the three, Kizaru took the lead due to his Devil Fruit ability. Seeing the incoming sword energy, a trace of seriousness appeared on his normally indifferent face.
He pointed forward with his right hand. Dazzling golden light gathered at his fingertip, and an incomparably condensed golden laser tore through the sky, instantly piercing the center of the sword