Raiver lowered his head to look at the two trembling Celestial Dragons, smiling playfully.
"Having grown accustomed to being masters, you probably haven't experienced what it feels like to be slaves, right? Today, I'll grant you that wish."
As he spoke, Raiver's right hand manifested the Supreme Grade Sword Black Dragon, and with a single slash, he struck the backs of the two Celestial Dragons.
The blade was wrapped in Armament Haki, and the pain inflicted upon them was unbearable.
"Ah—!!"
The two Celestial Dragons let out heart-wrenching screams!
The sound was sharp and piercing, like the slaughter of pigs!
A wound instantly appeared on Saint Robert's back, with flesh torn and exposed.
Saint Sabi was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground.
"Wah... I'm in so much pain!!"
He cried out, his face twisted into an extremely ugly expression.
"Huff... huff..."
Saint Robert was already in too much pain to speak, only able to emit heavy gasps.
In his decades of life, he had never suffered like this!
From childhood to adulthood, he had always been served, praised, and knelt to!
When had he ever been treated like this?!
Another slash descended.
"Ah—!"
The two Celestial Dragons screamed again!
Raiver said coldly, "Crawl out like slaves."
Saint Robert trembled all over, enduring the intense pain as he got down on all fours and crawled forward.
Saint Sabi followed his father's example.
Raiver followed behind them at a leisurely pace.
Xingmian and Xingwan led the Hancock Sisters, closely following behind.
The group swaggered out of the auction hall.
Behind them, the auction hall fell into dead silence.
Only when Raiver's figure completely disappeared did the crowd dare to breathe.
"Phew..."
Someone let out a long sigh, collapsing into a chair, drenched in cold sweat.
"Is this... the World's Strongest Man..."
A noble muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock:
"The World Nobles, the Celestial Dragons... in front of him, they are like slaves and ants..."
Another noble clenched his fist, a fanatical light flashing in his eyes:
"This is how a man should be!"
A pirate nearby sighed with emotion:
"If Lord Raiver were still a pirate, the title of Pirate King would never have fallen to Roger."
Someone sneered:
"Hah, Pirate King? He probably doesn't even care for that title."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Indeed, what does the title of Pirate King mean to that man?
He is the God Slayer, the World's Strongest, the emperor of an empire.
The title of Pirate King might truly mean nothing to him.
...
Sabaody Archipelago, main road of Area 33.
The bustling street was filled with people coming and going, vendors hawking their goods, tourists passing through—a lively scene.
Suddenly, the crowd stirred.
"Look! What is that?!"
"Heavens... Celestial Dragons?!"
In the middle of the street, two Celestial Dragons dressed in luxurious robes and wearing oxygen masks were crawling forward on their knees like slaves.
"That's... Raiver! The World's Strongest Man!!"
Someone exclaimed in shock.
Whoosh—!!
The crowd instantly erupted into chaos!
Everyone frantically dodged to both sides, clearing an exceptionally wide path.
"Big news!"
A reporter trembled with excitement, frantically pressing the shutter of his camera:
"A Celestial Dragon being treated like a slave by the World's Strongest Man!"
"The same thing happened over a decade ago on Sabaody Archipelago!" someone nearby remarked:
"Back then, it was said the Marine Headquarters and the World Government acted as if they saw nothing!"
"Exactly! Will they choose to ignore it again this time?!"
In the center of the street, Raiver strolled leisurely, occasionally swinging his blade to strike the backs of the two Celestial Dragons.
"Ah—!!"
The two Celestial Dragons screamed in agony once more but dared not stop, forcing themselves to crawl forward desperately.
Saint Sabi crawled while weeping, his face twisted into an exceptionally ugly expression.
Saint Robert gritted his teeth, enduring the humiliation as he inched forward step by step.
Only one thought occupied his mind—
Survival.
As long as he could return alive, anything was worth it.
Saint Robert swore inwardly: Once I return to the Holy Land, I will spare no cost to destroy the Fengtian Empire!
Absolutely!
"Faster." Raiver's voice was languid.
Saint Robert clenched his jaw and quickened his pace.
On both sides of the street, countless people stared dumbfounded at the scene.
The lofty Celestial Dragons, who had only ever received bows and prostrations from others, were now crawling on the ground like slaves.
The sight was utterly shocking.
...
Holy Land Mariejois, Pangaea Castle, Power Hall.
The Five Elders sat around the circular table, the atmosphere suffocatingly tense.
Saint Saturn held a Den Den Mushi, listening to the report coming through, his expression growing increasingly grim.
Bang!
He slammed a fist onto the round table.
"Damn it—!!"
He gnashed his teeth, eyes blazing with fury:
"That bastard Raiver is humiliating Celestial Dragons on Sabaody Archipelago again!"
Saint Nusjuro sneered coldly: "Isn't that just his style? Deliberately opposing us."
Saint Mars said angrily: "He's trampling on the dignity of the Celestial Dragons! Trampling on the dignity of the World Government!"
Saint Warcury spoke slowly: "Moreover, he clearly doesn't consider the Non-Aggression Pact signed three years ago to mean anything at all."
Saint Ju Perer nodded: "Correct. Although the pact stipulates he does not attack Mariejois, his actions are clearly a provocation!"
The Five Elders spoke one after another, their anger mounting with each word.
Just then, a voice emanated from the depths of the great hall.
The voice was ancient and icy, carrying an indescribable pressure that echoed through the Power Hall.
"You, assemble all high-level combat forces that can be mustered, and surround and suppress Raiver."
The Five Elders jolted simultaneously, rising to their feet as one, turning toward the direction of the hall's depths and bowing their heads respectfully.
"Imu!"
The voice continued:
"Even if you cannot kill him, you must discover his weakness."
Saint Saturn raised his head, a flash of excitement in his eyes:
"As you command, Imu!"
He turned to face the other four:
"Mobilize our forces! This time, we must make Raiver pay the price!"
The Five Elders immediately issued orders, summoning the Giant King Harold.
At this time, Harold, in order to smoothly make Elbaf a World Government Affiliate Nation, had long since willingly become a lackey and even signed an Abyssal Contract with Imu.
He had not only gained terrifying power and an Undying Body but had also become absolutely obedient to Imu's commands, with not a shred of resistance left in him.
In addition, the Five Elders personally designated and dispatched Fleet Admiral Sengoku of Marine Headquarters, Marine Hero Garp, and the current Three Admirals—Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji.
Eleven top-tier powerhouses raced toward Sabaody Archipelago.
This time, the Five Elders were brimming with confidence, determined to utterly erase Raiver from existence.
Among these eleven, Giant King Harold was undoubtedly the strongest.
This giant king, who once rivaled Rocks on equal footing, not only saw his power skyrocket after forming a contract with Imu but also gained an immortal body.
Even the typically arrogant and self-assured Five Elders admitted that the five of them combined might not be able to defeat the current Harold.
As for the Marine side, the combat prowess of Garp and Sengoku went without saying.
And the current Three Admirals were widely regarded as the strongest lineup since the founding of Marine Headquarters.
Each of them had consumed an exceedingly rare Logia-type Devil Fruit, a rarity surpassing even Mythical Zoan types.
With such a lineup, the Five Elders truly could not conceive of any possibility of defeat.
Even if the Rocks Pirates were to rise from the ashes and reassemble in full force, they would stand no chance against this group.