The Myriad Worlds!

Zoro's low roar exploded amid the blizzard.

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The sound was not deafening. It carried none of the Celestial Dragons' lofty roars, none of the thunderous surges of demonic energy. It was like the first cracking spring thunder in the depths of winter—harsh, cold, unstoppable.

"Three Sword Style Secret Technique: One Great Three Thousand Great Thousand Worlds!"

As the final syllable fell, the violent dark gold demonic aura suddenly collapsed inward. The blizzard was forcibly torn apart. Within a hundred-meter radius, the howling wind and snow instantly fell silent. The air was mercilessly drained away. Wrapped in dark gold light, Zoro vanished from where he stood. He turned into a wisp of breeze too swift for the naked eye to catch. That breeze held no warmth—only absolute sharpness.

Bang.

A deep sonic boom suddenly erupted in midair. The shockwave swept the air clear, and a visible white ring of air thundered outward from where Zoro had just hovered. His body had already turned into a dark gold meteor, ripping through the thick black sky as it plunged downward with world-ending force, aimed directly at Saint Killingham's heart.

Before the freezing blade even touched his skin and flesh, a deadly stabbing pain had already pierced Saint Killingham's nerves. The Celestial Dragon's pupils violently contracted into two needle-thin points. His Observation Haki screamed warnings, his mind shrieking for him to flee, but Chopper's emerald vines had nailed his body firmly in place. He could not move.

His bloodshot eyes spun desperately, the corners tearing open and seeping black blood. Yet he still could not keep up with that terrifying speed.

Too fast.

So fast that it had completely surpassed the limits of