"That's right."
The bald member of the Five Elders nodded, a flicker of apprehension crossing his eyes.
"The black power he coats his blades with is even stronger than a Marine Admiral's Armament Haki. It can easily cut through any physical defense."
"What's even more frightening..."
He paused, his tone growing graver.
"...is that his slashes seem capable of directly killing concepts themselves!"
"This ability is already beyond our understanding."
The meeting room fell deathly silent.
For the first time, the five old men who stood at the pinnacle of the world's power found a young man to be an almost insoluble problem.
Just as they reached an impasse over Ye Chuan's incomprehensible power.
A gaze that seemed to pierce through time slowly fell upon them from the enormous throne in the deepest part of the meeting room-a throne that symbolized the center of the world's power, yet always stood empty.
It was merely a gaze, yet it carried a terrifying will that seemed intent on trampling the entire world underfoot!
"!!!"
The instant they felt that gaze, all five of the Five Elders paled and sprang from their seats.
Then, with utmost reverence and humility, they all fell silent and knelt deeply before the empty throne, prostrating themselves!
"Lord Imu!"
Only after a long while did the bald Elder dare to slowly raise his head and report respectfully.
Imu, the supreme ruler of the World Government, the true master of the Empty Throne.
A god hidden within the long river of history, who had lived for over eight hundred years.
That existence was the world's most closely guarded secret, unknown even to the Fleet Admiral.
An invisible will quietly resounded in the minds of the Five Elders, soundless, yet seemingly bearing the supreme majesty of the universe's creation and