The Dark Clone Breaks into the Flower Room

Outside the Flower Room, the Dark Man came to a stop. Several figures blocked the path ahead.

They stood like statues before the entrance to the Flower Room, each of their auras as deep as an abyss, their gazes as cold as ancient ice.

The leading man appeared to be in his sixties. His slightly graying blond hair was meticulously combed, his face as stern as a marble statue. A simply adorned yet dangerous-looking rapier hung at his waist.

Garling's gaze fell upon the Dark Man. There was no surprise, no anger—only absolute indifference.

He slowly drew his sword. The crisp, lingering sound of the blade leaving its sheath was especially piercing in the suddenly silent surroundings.

"God's Knights, attack."

The Dark Man raised his hand, and a long blade condensed from pure darkness appeared in his grasp. The blade reflected no light, as though it could devour all illumination around it.

But just as he prepared to swing, countless thorns erupted from Saint Somaz's palm. Black as ink and covered in barbs, they wrapped around the Dark Man's blade and stopped his movement.

At the same time, a member of God's Knights wielding a long-handled scythe and another wielding dual rapiers while wearing a gas mask appeared behind the Dark Man. Their weapons were coated in Armament Haki as they slashed down fiercely!

The Dark Man did not dodge. Visible ripples suddenly burst from his body, dark red lightning exploding through the air as the ground cracked, shattered stones flew, and the entire corridor trembled.

The attacks of the two God's Knights members who had ambushed him from behind stalled, their bodies momentarily sluggish. That fleeting delay decided life and death.

Even with his blade bound by thorns, the Dark Man still swung it in a small arc. Conqueror's