The third time was this [Erudite] advancement quest. (Continued)

Adrian extended his right hand, condensing an almost tangible Spiritual Pressure Light Whip in his palm.

With a swish, the Spiritual Pressure Light Whip sliced through the air and wrapped precisely around Saint Mjosgard's neck, as though putting a dog leash on the Celestial Dragon.

Adrian pulled gently, taking care not to snap the Celestial Dragon's neck.

Under his strength, the Spiritual Pressure Light Whip instantly tore away the large bubble helmet on Saint Mjosgard's head that kept him isolated from the outside air.

Adrian flicked his wrist and casually tossed the bubble helmet down below.

A crowd of pirates immediately scrambled for it, smashing the bubble helmet to pieces in an instant.

Some pirates pocketed fragments of the bubble helmet as keepsakes;

some hung the fragments in the most conspicuous places on their bodies, flaunting them like medals;

and others ground the helmet fragments in their hands into powder with gritted teeth, as though they were crushing the Celestial Dragon himself!

Saint Mjosgard saw a blur flash before his eyes, and the bubble helmet on his head vanished in an instant. He let out another shriek.

Adrian frowned slightly and raised the Spiritual Pressure Light Whip again.

Crack!

The Spiritual Pressure Light Whip lashed straight across Saint Mjosgard's ugly face, leaving a vivid, blood-red welt that stretched from the corner of his mouth to his forehead.

The intense pain briefly brought the Celestial Dragon to his senses, and he looked at the man beside him.

"W-White Ghost?"

Saint Mjosgard trembled involuntarily, an unspoken terror spreading through his heart.

"Shh. Quiet."

Adrian raised his index finger to his lips.

Then he looked down below.

"My guests, although auction houses have an unwritten rule about keeping slaves intact, I'm sure you wouldn't mind buying a Celestial Dragon with a few missing