Chapter 118: He Killed the Seven Warlords

The sound fell to the ground.

Byande slowly closed his eyes and drew his last breath.

The others hanging here with him had long since lost their breath, and corpse spots had even appeared on their bodies.

Ah Jin was speechless; only the iron crutch in his hand began to spin, summoning a whistling sound that tore through the air.

Unlike Xiang Keluo, he was much more familiar with the guards of the Raven Port's lower levels.

Compared to someone as complex-minded as Xiang Keluo, he preferred simple people like the former Palu; Byande was one of them.

Their thinking was very simple.

If you treat me well, I will treat you well; if you act as a good lord, I can give you my life.

For these people, Ah Jin felt a certain respect in his heart.

And now Byande hung dead before him, for nothing more than a ridiculous reason...

"Insult?"

"Now I'd like to try what Xiang Keluo said: replacing the king here."

Speaking thus, Ah Jin slowly turned around.

He saw countless soldiers surging from all directions, tightly surrounding him in the middle.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! It's right there!"

"It's that man, who entered King Sterli's execution ground without permission!"

"I...!"

Before the guard could finish speaking, Ah Jin's figure rushed from afar, crashing into the crowd with a boom...

Boom!

After a single explosive roar.

The bodies of countless soldiers were directly knocked flying, rolling dozens of meters, their armor shattered along with them.

Some unlucky souls, struck by the iron ball at the tip of the crutch, burst apart on the spot, splashing into a mist of blood.

In an instant, a large area around Ah Jin was cleared.

The guards who should have been surrounding him all showed fear in their faces, retreating wildly until they could not even hold their weapons steady.

Whether it was the fierce power Ah Jin had just unleashed or the countless comrades flying backward, all told them this fact:

The opponent before them was a monster impossible to fight with force!

"Retreat!"

"Use the guns!"

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, yet all gripped their flintlock rifles tightly, as if doing so could dilute their instinctive fear.

No matter how strong his power, his body is made of flesh and blood; it cannot withstand blades, let alone firearms!

Holding this thought, the crowd instantly pulled their triggers.

Immediately, countless flintlock rifles spat fire, and a rain of bullets shot toward Ah Jin, merging into one.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

At this moment.

In everyone's eyes, they had almost already seen Ah Jin's miserable form, riddled with holes like a sieve.

But their consciousness was called back by a voice devoid of any emotion:

"Where is that scum named Sterli?!"

The soldiers looked up and saw Ah Jin, amidst the hail of bullets, walking toward them step by step.

Those bullets, everywhere present, seemed to be actively avoiding his existence!

"I... I remember now!"

In shock.

The guards suddenly realized, connecting the face before them with a wanted poster pasted in the port:

"This... this guy is Ghost Ah Jin, a top executive of Gao Wen's pirate crew!"

"A great pirate with a bounty exceeding twenty million!"

"Run!"

Accompanied by a cry of despair, the guards who had gathered in the port instantly lost their will to resist, throwing down their flintlock rifles one by one and fleeing for their lives.

The entire port fell into chaos in an instant.

Xiang Keluo, who had just disembarked from the ship, hurriedly arrived with the others.

He had intended to scold Ah Jin a few times for his impulsiveness, which had ruined the plan for this trip.

But upon seeing Byande and the others, already without breath, a killing intent as substantial as matter rose up, making those around him feel a chill.

Clang!

The claw blade left its sheath, flashing with a sinister cold light.

Xiang Keluo's gaze, however, cooled in that instant, and even the killing intent surrounding him seemed to vanish completely.

Only Ah Jin, standing beside him, could sense that the killing intent had not vanished at all, but had been completely compressed within Xiang Keluo's body.

At this moment, even the perception of Observation Haki toward Xiang Keluo was greatly weakened!

"It seems the Goa Kingdom really needs to change its king!"

Keluo's voice was indifferent, sparing every word:

"Go."

The words fell to the ground.

Keluo stamped heavily beneath his feet, stood shoulder to shoulder with A Jin, and vanished into the harbor in an instant.

At the same time.

In the center of the Wang Cheng of the Goah Kingdom, within a vast palace.

Stride sat upon the Wang Zuo, looking down at the servants kneeling prostrate below, once again feeling the pleasure power brought.

He was originally a descendant of the Goah Kingdom's nobility; in his youth, he was adopted by Sabo's father, Otluke III, and successfully pushed aside Otluke III's original heir, Sabo, seizing the right of succession for himself.

Now, with Otluke III's support, he had ascended the throne of the Goah Kingdom, precisely at the peak of his pride and satisfaction.

"How dare the people of Crow Port still ask me for money?"

Recalling the scene from not long ago, Stride shrugged, a twisted smile appearing on his face:

"Not taxing you is already my gift."

"Truly ignorant of life and death."

"The lesson given last time was insufficient; now, the lives of these commoners should be enough to make them remember."

To the side.

In the eyes of the Wang Fei, Sally, who had golden curly hair, a trace of worry appeared:

"Crow Port itself is not our territory; we have no right to tax it."

"Moreover, I have heard that Crow Port relies on the currently most prominent pirate knight, Gao Wen, whose bounty has been set at two hundred and forty-eight million Berries."

"If Gao Wen attacks us—!"

"Enough!"

Before Wang Fei Sally could finish speaking, Stride interrupted her:

"We are a member of the World Government; attacking us openly is equivalent to attacking the World Government!"

"Even if I give him ten guts—!"

Boom!

Before Stride could finish speaking, the palace doors exploded directly; splintered wood scraped past his face and pinned itself firmly into the chair behind the Wang Zuo.

It also forced him to swallow all the words he had not yet spoken.

So close!

Just a little closer!

I... I am dead?!

Never before had Stride felt fear like he did now.

So much so that even his body trembled uncontrollably, his face instantly turning as pale as death.

"Guards! Guards!"

Coming to her senses, Wang Fei Sally shouted frantically, but no one responded to her call; only two figures with cold faces walked in shoulder to shoulder.

A Jin, holding the iron cane in his hand, said coldly:

"Are you the king of the Goah Kingdom? The one named Stride?"

"Y-yes... it is me!"

Stride nodded repeatedly, his face displaying an expression of extreme flattery, completely lacking the majesty and posture of a king, looking exactly like a dog submitting to power.

Even though he did not know how to fight, nor understood what had happened.

He could still judge that these two people, who could kill their way into the royal palace despite countless guards, could naturally take his life in an instant.

And compared to life and death, what did dignity and the throne amount to?

A Jin walked forward step by step, a vicious smile gradually curling his lips:

"Byande asked me to deliver a message for him; he wants to know when he offended you."

"Byande?"

Stride froze, searching through all the memories in his mind, but could not find this name.

"D-do I... know him?"

"If it was before, I forgive him now; I... I... I forgive his offense."

"So... you don't even know his name."

A Jin's eyes cooled, carrying naked killing intent; he said lightly:

"As for forgiveness, I think you should say it to him personally."

"Good, I... I will say it personally!"

At this moment, Stride, desperate to save his life, could no longer care about anything else; as long as he could get these two monsters to leave, he would do anything!

"Good."

A Jin nodded, then swept the iron cane in his hand horizontally, attacking Stride's head directly.

Bang!

Flesh, bone, and blood sprayed outward; Stride's headless body twitched twice before slowly falling to the ground, with gushing fresh blood flowing from the arteries.

Wang Fei Lisa, splattered all over with flesh and blood, rolled her eyes and immediately lost consciousness.

"Stop!"

Until this moment.

A frantic voice finally came from the side of the palace; Otluke III, who had hurriedly arrived, looked at his adopted son lying on the ground with a shattered head, his face extremely ugly, and shouted in anger:

"The Goa Kingdom is a member of the World Government! Do you know what you are doing?!"

"Let alone you, even pirates of the Grand Line, even the Seven Warlords, once confirmed to harbor thoughts of usurping a kingdom, face only one fate: death!"

Xiang Keluo's expression did not change:

"Then do you know what this fellow has done?"

"At most, it is just the lives of a few commoners..."

"Commoners?"

Xiang Keluo raised an eyebrow, the blood-stained claw knife in his hand flashing with a chilling cold light, and said calmly:

"You treat them as slaves, but Gao Wen, that fellow, treats them, and us, as people."

"Besides..."

Saying this,

a hint of mockery gradually curled at the corner of Xiang Keluo's mouth:

"The World Government shouldn't care about the right of succession to the throne, should it? Otherwise, how could the Goa Kingdom have fallen into your hands?"

"Whether it is the king who died for no reason, or the princes who have perished one after another, are these not obvious suspicions?"

Outeluck III muttered that things were bad, yet his face remained impassive as he denied:

"I do not know what you are talking about."

Xiang Keluo's expression did not change; he turned to look at Outeluck III before him, his gaze playful.

He suddenly abandoned the thought of killing him on the spot.

After all, even if he killed Outeluck III here, it would only result in another king.

But if Outeluck III remained here to succeed to the throne, and Gao Wen held leverage over him, then the room for maneuvering would be much greater.

Thinking of this,

Xiang Keluo looked at Outeluck III, a smile appearing on his face:

"Whether it is true or not, you know in your own heart."

"Besides, Striley is dead and he has no heirs. With your skill, with a little maneuvering, could the throne not be yours?!"

"Moreover, according to Gao Wen, you should have an heir, shouldn't you? A true heir flowing with your blood."

"His name is Sabo, right? His current strength is far greater than you imagine; according to Gao Wen, he might even be stronger than Gao Wen, that fellow."

In Outeluck III's mind, Sabo's face instantly floated up, and he roared in anger:

"Are you talking about that rebellious son who is in the garbage mountain, consorting with the lowly commoners?"

(End of this chapter)