Upon hearing this, Raiver Sky smiled coldly:
"I have no relatives, but I do have a few friends. They are Rocks, Whitebeard Newgate, and Golden Lion Shiki.
You can tell the World Government to execute them anytime. I have no objections."
It was only then that the CP0 Guardian got a clear look at Raiver Sky's face.
"You... Why are you here?!"
The CP0 Guardian was horrified.
The man before him was actually Raiver Sky—an Officer of the Rocks Pirates, the overlords of the New World!
His fearsome reputation had long shaken the upper echelons of the World Government.
The terrifying strength Raiver Sky displayed during the previous Celestial Tribute heist was still vivid in his memory:
He suppressed "Black Arm" Zephyr head-on, severely injured Headquarters Staff Officer Tsuru, and even fought Iron Fist Garp to a standstill!
Damn it! On his very first mission escorting a Celestial Dragon, he had to run into this monster?!
It seemed his colleagues guarding Saint Luo hadn't been incompetent—they had likely all been killed by him.
This was trouble.
But the duty to protect a Celestial Dragon could not be neglected.
If he fled now, the World Government would never spare a CP0 who deserted in the face of the enemy.
If he died fighting here, at least his family would receive compensation.
And if he could save the Celestial Dragon from Raiver Sky, not only would he avoid punishment upon returning to Mary Geoise, but he might even be promoted for his merits!
Therefore, Raiver Sky, an Officer of the Rocks Pirates, was worth killing.
With this thought, a glint of resolve flashed in the CP0 Guardian's eyes.
He took a deep breath, suppressing all his fear, replacing it with a near-mad fighting spirit.
"Shave!"
He charged forward fiercely, pushing the Armament Haki covering his fist to its limit, his entire body transforming into a blurry white shadow.
"Six King Gun!"
Target: Raiver Sky's heart.
Raiver Sky's expression remained unchanged, a faint red glint flashing in his eyes as he merely glanced at the charging CP0 Guardian.
"BOOM——!!!"
The next instant, the CP0 Guardian's body was sent flying back as if struck by an invisible giant hammer!
His chest was visibly sunken, the sound of his ribs shattering crisp and audible. While still in mid-air, he vomited blood violently, a mist of blood drawing a tragic arc through the air.
He flew across the entire deck, smashed through the ship's railing, and finally traced a parabolic arc before crashing heavily into the distant sea.
"What? The CP0 Guardian was killed in one move!"
"Damn it! How did we run into a monster like Raiver Sky!"
Raiver Sky slowly turned his head, his eyes sweeping over the remaining CP organization members on the deck.
His gaze was calm, yet it made everyone it fell upon feel as if they had been plunged into an icy abyss.
"Bzzz—"
Conqueror's Haki erupted.
Infused with the power of Space Oscillation, the Haki precisely targeted and swept over every CP Agent on the ship.
The CP Agents' bodies shuddered simultaneously, then blood flowed from all seven orifices as they collapsed one after another, their eyes rapidly glazing over, the breath of life vanishing instantly.
The deck fell into dead silence in an instant.
Saint Luo's mouth hung open, but no sound came out. Extreme terror gripped his throat, his obese body trembling amidst the pool of blood.
Saint Shaman curled up on the ground, the intense pain from her severed limbs still present.
She finally understood—this man before her would truly kill a Celestial Dragon.
The status of a World Noble was utterly worthless in this man's eyes.
Jiexi and Jieming stared in stunned silence, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.
One moment they were trapped in the depths of despair, the next, those arrogant CP Agents had fallen like wheat.
The man hadn't even lifted a finger—he had merely glanced at them.
Just then, an ornate golden door in the cabin was violently shoved open.
A bloated, pig-faced Celestial Dragon in pajamas emerged, rubbing his drowsy eyes while cursing furiously.
"What's all this racket?! Can't you let a person sleep?!
You lowly scum…"
His words cut off abruptly.
All drowsiness vanished instantly.
Saint Donquixote's eyes widened as he took in the gruesome scene on the deck:
His sister Saint Shaman lay in a pool of blood, limbs severed.
His father Saint Luo was slumped nearby like a dead dog, all four limbs crippled.
And standing at the center of the deck—a stranger in a black trench coat.
"Who?! Who dares lay hands on a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon?!"
Saint Donquixote erupted in rage: "And what are you useless trash doing lying on the ground? Sleeping isn't allowed here! All of you, get up for this Saint!"
He hadn't realized the people on the ground were already dead, mistakenly thinking the CP Agents were slacking off.
Donquixote? How fitting—he truly lives up to his foolish name!
A crippled father, a dismembered sister, and him with his idiotic appearance.
"Who are you? Who gave you permission to board this ship, you lowly scum?" Saint Donquixote arrogantly shouted, pointing at Raiver Sky:
"Kneel! Kneel and kowtow to this Saint immediately! Then cut off your own hands—this Saint might consider sparing your wretched life!"
Typical Celestial Dragon mentality.
In their worldview, there were only two kinds of people in the world: Celestial Dragons, and lowly scum who ought to kneel before them.
Any offense must be punished in the cruelest manner possible.
Raiver Sky slowly raised his head, crimson eyes locking onto the newly emerged Celestial Dragon.
Saint Donquixote finally sensed something was wrong.
He saw the terror in his father's eyes—an expression he had never witnessed on a Celestial Dragon's face before.
He saw the corpses littering the ground—every single member of the CP organization was dead. They weren't slacking off or sleeping; they were truly dead.
Finally, he saw Raiver Sky's eyes.
In those crimson orbs, there was no reverence, no fear.
Only indifference, and undisguised killing intent.
When Saint Donquixote truly understood the meaning behind those eyes, a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the deck with a "thud."
Warm liquid uncontrollably seeped through his pajama pants, forming a puddle on the deck.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something—to threaten, to beg for mercy—but extreme fear strangled his vocal cords, allowing only choked, gurgling sounds to escape.
Then, Raiver Sky slowly walked over to Saint Luo and smiled coldly:
"I believe I just heard you say something quite remarkable. Did you just say 'this Saint'?
I told you, in my presence, you shall refer to yourself as—swine!"
Upon hearing this, Saint Luo jolted in panic.
Damn it! He had actually forgotten about that.
But how could he possibly change a decades-old habit of saying "this Saint" to calling himself "swine" so quickly?
Saint Luo hurriedly begged for mercy and denied: "No! No! This saint never said that!
Ah—damn it, it's the swine, the swine never said that..."
Raiver Sky remained silent, only slowly drawing out the Supreme Grade Sword Black Dragon.
"I am a swine, my lord, please don't kill me!
No! The swine is the swine, my lord, please don't kill the swine! My lord, please don't kill the swine!"
Raiver Sky still did not speak, raised the long blade, and with one slash, brought it down!
"Don't—the swine doesn't want to die yet!"
As the words fell, only a thud was heard, and a pig's head flew out, landing right in Saint Donquixote's arms.
"Ah—" Seeing his father's head, Saint Donquixote was directly frightened into a dead faint.