Kill a Few Celestial Dragons for Fun

The Five Elders had just been discussing the Fifth Emperor. Now they were seething with rage!

The expensive porcelain cup in Jaygarcia Saturn Saint's hand shattered. Scalding tea soaked into the Persian carpet, but he didn't even notice.

He stared at the figure who had detonated Raigo on the screen. Rage and unspeakable horror twisted his voice into a shriek. "He—how dare he be so brazen?! Declare war on gods like this?!"

Environmental God Saint Marcus Mars's face turned livid, veins bulging on his forehead. "That madman! Destroying the Marines wasn't enough? Now he's using a live broadcast to humiliate the entire World Government?!"

The former Marine officers who had survived the catastrophe at Marine Headquarters and been transferred to guard the holy land went pale as sheets. Cold sweat drenched the hands gripping their weapons.

The Snap that had detonated Raigo, the apocalyptic scene on the screen—they knew better than anyone how terrifying and untouchable the "Fifth Emperor" was.

The global broadcast and its terrifying declaration crushed the holy land's paper-thin illusion of safety.

"We must find a way to counter that power as soon as possible!" Environmental God Saint Marcus Mars had barely finished speaking when a sudden, brazen laugh cut him off.

"Zehahaha! Zehahahaha—!!!"

Heavy footsteps approached, accompanied by unrestrained laughter.

The ornate doors to the council chamber, symbols of supreme authority, were shoved open without ceremony. A mountain of a man in a black cloak strode in. Marshall D. Teach—Blackbeard.

The Five Elders merely glanced up. None looked surprised, and none rebuked him for barging in.

They had invited him as part of their plan, even if the greedy jackal always brought an obnoxious air of arrogance with him.

"Zehahaha! My lords, how are your discussions going?" Blackbeard bared his gap-toothed grin, his ambitious eyes sweeping