The Celestial Dragon remained arrogant and domineering:
"Who are you? Don't you know I am a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon?!"
"Daring to attack a Celestial Dragon, the World Government will not let you go! A Navy Admiral will arrive soon!
You will be executed! Your family, your comrades—all will die!!"
He was making a final struggle, trying to intimidate Raiver Sky with the names of the World Government and the Navy Admirals.
"Me?"
Raiver Sky sneered, walking slowly to the wall and looking down at the Celestial Dragon embedded within it:
"I'm the pirate who previously robbed the Celestial Tribute, and the one who will kill you now."
"Kill me? Heh... hehe, hahaha!!"
The Celestial Dragon laughed maniacally, his laughter filled with arrogance and conceit:
"A joke! I am a Celestial Dragon! Who dares kill me? Who can kill me?!"
"Truly a Celestial Dragon, still so stubborn even with death at your doorstep. You really are a bunch of swine."
Why is this swine so stubborn?
If it were a normal person in this situation, they would have long been kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
Raiver Sky raised his hand and delivered several merciless slaps!
Sharp and loud!
Each slap was executed with skillful force, causing intense pain without immediately killing him.
"Ah—!!"
"You bastard... smack!"
"I'll have you killed... smack!"
"Stop hitting me, I was wrong... smack!"
By now, the Celestial Dragon's originally plump face had swollen into a genuine pig's head—bruised, swollen, and covered in tears and snot.
Raiver Sky examined him for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction:
"A swine should look like a swine."
He noticed a piece of parchment that had fallen from the Celestial Dragon's body. Picking it up, he saw it listed numerous treasure names.
Clearly, this was the list of items the Celestial Dragon had demanded the Kingdom of Situna to offer as renewed tribute.
Raiver Sky casually slapped him again: "Speak. Where are the things on this list?"
"They... they're still in the Kingdom of Situna's national treasury."
The Celestial Dragon was completely beaten into submission.
"In the national treasury?" Raiver Sky's eyes gleamed slightly.
A kingdom's national treasury... that was a good place.
The collection inside probably wouldn't be much inferior to the Celestial Tribute.
After all, it was the accumulation of a kingdom over many years.
Faced with such immense wealth, Raiver Sky was tempted.
"Lead the way."
Raiver Sky pulled the Celestial Dragon out of the wall, dragging him like a dead dog.
"I... I don't know where the treasury is." The Celestial Dragon's eyes shifted evasively.
"Space Folding."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Celestial Dragon's ten fingers suddenly twisted and deformed, as if folded and wrenched by an invisible force!
The pain from his fingers shot straight to his heart, instantly overwhelming his nerves.
The Celestial Dragon's eyes bulged, his entire face contorted in agony as he let out a piercing scream:
"Ah—!!!"
"I... I remember now! I'll take you there! I'll take you there right now!!"
Raiver Sky looked down at the Celestial Dragon prostrate on the ground, his expression calm.
Slowly raising his right foot, his tone remained indifferent:
"Before me—you must call yourself 'swine'!"
As the words fell, his foot came down.
Thud—
Under the immense crushing force, the Celestial Dragon's shin completely shattered and exploded, ground into a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
"Ahhh——!!!"
A scream more agonizing than before echoed through the palace.
The Celestial Dragon's eyes rolled back as he passed out from the pain.
Raiver Sky remained expressionless, raising his hand to deliver several sharp slaps.
"Smack, smack, smack—"
The unconscious Celestial Dragon was jolted awake by the pain, struggling to open his eyes with a dazed gaze that held only primal fear.
Raiver Sky grabbed the collar at the back of his neck, lifting him like a dead dog.
The Celestial Dragon's legs hung limply, his shins a bloody mess.
"Lead the way."
"Th...that way... through the corridor... the innermost part..." The Celestial Dragon's teeth chattered, each word requiring tremendous effort.
Raiver Sky fell silent, dragging this worthless heap deeper into the main palace.
The Celestial Dragon's body left a long trail of blood on the smooth marble floor.
...
Finally, a massive alloy door appeared at the end of the corridor.
"Boom——!!"
Raiver Sky simply lifted his leg and kicked.
The heavy alloy door, capable of withstanding cannon fire, was sent flying inward and shattered!
Witnessing this, the Celestial Dragon was scared out of his wits.
Just how terrifying was this man's power?!
Raiver Sky stepped into the national treasury.
Instantly, a room full of golden radiance and glittering treasures greeted him.
Raiver Sky extended his right hand and activated the Space Warehouse.
An invisible gravitational field swept through like a whale sucking in water, vacuuming up all the treasures.
Within moments, the once-filled vault was completely empty.
Holding the Celestial Dragon, Raiver Sky flickered and both vanished from the spot.
...
At the harbor, the Celestial Dragon's luxurious giant ship was docked at the prime location.
The massive vessel was pure white, its hull carved with intricate patterns, the mast flying the World Government's flag.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the ship!
"Bang——!"
Followed by a young boy's cry of pain: "Ah—it hurts!!"
Then came a voice filled with grief and desperation: "No... I beg you, spare Jieming!!"
The voice was young but trembled with despair.
A young woman's sharp, malicious voice immediately retorted:
"Slaves should know their place! Who gave you permission to defy me?!"
On the deck, a boy of about sixteen lay in a pool of blood.
He wore tattered coarse clothing, a bloody hole torn in his shin by a bullet.
The boy's face was contorted in agony, his forehead covered in cold sweat, yet he gritted his teeth and tried to push himself up with his arms.
Another boy of similar age knelt nearby, his hands bound behind his back with rough hemp rope.
Tears welled in his eyes, fresh whip marks on his face, as he kowtowed desperately to a young woman:
"Lady Saint Shaman! I beg you! Jieming didn't mean to defy you!
He was just trying to block the whip for me... Please spare him! I'll take any punishment in his place!"
The woman addressed as "Saint Shaman" stood at the center of the deck, wearing an ornate court dress, her eyes gleaming with the peculiar excitement of a tormentor.
In her hand was an elegant small pistol, its barrel still emitting faint smoke.
"See? This is the punishment for defying me!"
Saint Shaman's voice was piercing and harsh. She stepped forward, kicking Jieming who had just managed to sit up:
"Little vermin, get up now! Do you hear me?!"
Shaman Gong's heel pressed viciously against Jieming's face, grinding down with force.
"Let Jieming go!" The kneeling youth could no longer restrain himself. Seeing Jieming's pained expression and the flowing blood, an unprecedented fury overwhelmed his fear.
He sprang up abruptly, disregarding his bound hands, and charged recklessly toward Shaman Gong.
"Jiexi! Don't!!" Jieming shouted with difficulty from beneath Shaman Gong's foot.
But it was too late.
Jiexi had only taken a few steps when an expressionless CP0 guard moved from the side.
He raised his foot and delivered a vicious kick to Jiexi's abdomen.
"Thud—"
Jiexi was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the hard deck.