"Bastards! Useless, every last one of you!"
Their hands ached from all the slapping, but the representatives of the ten Holy Land Royal Families did not stop. When the World Government was founded, there had been twenty royal families. Apart from the Donquixote Family, which had been driven out of the Holy Land, and the Nefertari Family, which had refused to move there, eighteen royal families had remained.
In this disaster, eight of those families had been wiped out. The Holy Land had been destroyed, and the dead and injured numbered more than fifty thousand. Of course the royal families were furious.
The Five Elders did not dare move. None dared use Armament Haki to block the slaps. At that moment, they were no more than five ordinary old men. Even members of the Royal Family who could barely lift a finger could beat them until their faces were bruised and blood ran from their mouths.
Little Zhuge said nothing and simply watched. After a while, he raised a hand. "Enough. I bear some responsibility for this too. I was careless. I never expected Ye Chen to gain Golden Lion's ability, much less lie low in the Demon Cave for two whole years. It seems that evil sprout has grown strong."
Until now, Little Zhuge had never taken Ye Chen seriously. He had treated him like a cat toying with a mouse. Now he knew he could not afford to be careless again.
If he had personally confirmed Ye Chen's death two years ago, none of this would have happened.
"Then..."
Sengoku had stood to one side the entire time, hardly daring to breathe. After a disaster of this scale, he had no idea how to set things right.
Little Zhuge ordered, "We'll act as though this never happened!"
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