Thunder Kingdom.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort spread like a tangible shockwave.
Saint Nusjuro finally moved. An icy, bone-piercing burst of Conqueror's Haki erupted, sweeping across the battlefield like a polar storm and forcibly dispersing the terrifying gravity field shrouding the island.
Yet, in that brief gap of mere seconds, several frail World Nobles who had never trained a day in their lives had already suffered their internal organs being crushed by the extreme gravity. Their breathing failed, and they suffocated to death, collapsing to the ground with purple faces, utterly lifeless.
"Trash!"
Saint Nusjuro cursed under his breath, berating both the dead Celestial Dragons and the enemies who had put his side in such a passive position.
He raised his head and looked at the pink dragon head in the air and the silver-haired figure standing upon it, his gaze as cold as ancient ice.
"Do you know what you've done, sinner... Willy Adams?!"
Floating in midair, surrounded by an invisible force field that kept him as steady as if he were standing on solid ground, Adams merely smiled faintly. His smile was filled with undisguised mockery and contempt.
"What did I do? I merely cleaned up a few beasts worse than pigs and dogs, making this world... just a little cleaner and better.
Such a trivial matter hardly deserved such 'praise' from those at the pinnacle of world power."
"Courting death!"
Saint Nusjuro's face darkened until it seemed as though water would drip from it. The First Generation Kitetsu in his hand—the cursed blade that symbolized calamity and destruction—was violently drawn.
The blade was wrapped in incomparably violent Armament Haki as he casually swung it toward the sky!
A massive sword wave radiating bone-freezing cold surged upward like a crescent of death from the underworld. Its power was several