Aokiji had no choice but to follow Dragon with a grim face. Dragon brought only a few of his closest aides into the Sacred Temple. Of course, Ye Chen wasn't about to miss such a spectacle.
Ye Chen entered the Sacred Temple with Lucci and the others. The moment they stepped inside, corpses filled their view. They lay strewn everywhere, piled high, with severed limbs scattered among them. It was a bloody, horrifying sight.
The Sacred Temple's plaza had been wrecked beyond recognition. In the distance, clusters of Celestial Nobles were still visible, huddled together like frightened lambs, each one jumping at shadows.
When they saw Dragon and his party enter, the surviving Celestial Dragons backed away, trembling from head to toe.
Only then did Aokiji grasp how terrible the carnage inside the Sacred Temple had been. Bodies lay everywhere, and the stench of blood hit him so hard he could barely stand. Tens of thousands of Celestial Dragons were dead or wounded. He was shaken and furious.
He turned toward Ye Chen. Ye Chen looked perfectly at ease, strolling along as though nothing had happened and leisurely taking in the "scenery."
A short while later, they came upon Vice Admiral Momousagi, who was leading a rescue effort for the wounded. Aokiji held back his anger. Momousagi stared at Dragon in surprise and reached for her sword, but Aokiji quickly stopped her with a look.
"Vice Admiral Momousagi, how many of the Holy Land's nobles were killed or wounded?" Aokiji asked urgently.
Momousagi spotted Ye Chen behind Dragon, and her expression turned cold. Murderous intent flashed in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to rush up and cut him in two.
Ye Chen remained strangely calm. Meeting her gaze, he smiled and looked her up and down. Before long,