That savage killing intent became an invisible crushing pressure, instantly destroying Marshall D. Teach's last psychological defenses.
"Lorne! Let me go! I know I was wrong!" Tears and snot streamed down Teach's face as his hands clawed futilely at Lorne's iron-like arm.
His fat body writhed desperately in midair, but he could not break free of that vise-like hand.
"Pops! Save me! I'm your son!" Seeing no response from Lorne, Teach turned to Whitebeard in the distance and pleaded shrilly.
"It was just a moment of weakness! I'll never do it again! Please save me!" Teach's voice had turned hoarse, and tears and snot smeared his entire face.
Lorne's gaze was icy. He wasted no words, feeling nothing but utter disgust for this piece of trash.
He despised treacherous scum like this most of all, someone who would kill the father who had raised him with his own hands for the sake of his ambitions.
"Lorne, I can tell you every secret I know!" Teach's facial muscles twisted as he gasped for breath.
"I know where Rocks's treasure is! I know the World Government's secrets too! As long as you spare me, I'll be your dog!" To survive, Teach had completely abandoned his dignity.
"Do you think I care about any of that?" Lorne's voice was frosty, without a trace of warmth.
Lorne stared coldly at Teach and abruptly tightened his right hand.
Crack!
Teach's throat bones shattered with a teeth-grating crunch, and his pleas instantly became agonized gurgles.
"If you're done talking, then die." Lorne gave a low grunt, and the Divine Dragon Lightning within him erupted instantly.
Blue-green and red lightning coiled around Lorne's right arm like giant pythons, radiating a destructive aura.
"The Show Stopper!" Lorne growled, driving both legs hard against the ground.
Boom!
The ice