Death!

"Swain?" Chelint's heart gave a slight jolt. He had long heard of that name.

In the Holy Land's rumors, Swain was someone destined to be made a slave, yet he was also a dangerous figure steeped in legend.

He had once killed his father's stand-in, a battle that had shocked countless people. Moreover, Swain's title of "Godslayer" hung like a dark cloud over the hearts of all the Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land.

Chelint knew that he would eventually have to compete with this man, but he had never expected that here and now, he would engage in a life-or-death battle with someone who was also entangled with Swain.

"Die!" Little Mihawk said coldly, his voice like ice, enough to send chills down one's spine.

The short blade in his hand once again gave off a terrifying aura, as though it had come from hell itself, carrying endless killing intent.

An eerie light flickered across the short blade, as if it thirsted for the nourishment of blood.

With life and death on the line, Chelint had no choice but to pull himself together.

One moment of carelessness here would cost him his life.

Meito Storm Dance rang out repeatedly, as if responding to its master's killing intent.

Chelint roared, "Kamui!"

Conqueror's Haki, mixed with an unmatched majesty, erupted from his body in an instant.

That momentum swept outward like surging waves.

Kamui sword energy dyed everything around them red, as if dragging the entire world into a blood-red battlefield.

Saint Garling had always been a top-tier powerhouse, capable of holding one side even during the battle at Valley of Gods decades ago.

As his son, Chelint had naturally inherited his father's powerful genes. Fighting spirit blazed in his eyes, and his heart was filled with the desire for victory.