On the execution platform, the three Celestial Dragons that Lin Xuan had thrown up lay sprawled like lifeless dogs, weeping and wailing in terror.
For the first time in their lives, they were truly, utterly afraid.
Accustomed to a life of absolute privilege, their recent experiences had felt like descending straight into hell. Yet, they had clung to the hope that they would eventually be rescued—even fantasizing about how they would punish Lin Xuan and his crew, or reprimand the Marines for their delayed response.
But never had they imagined that someone would actually dare to execute them.
Their underdeveloped brains couldn't comprehend why anyone would want to kill them. How dare these lowly creatures?!
"It hurts! You damn bastard, let me go! I'm a Celestial Dragon!"
"Those useless Marine trash! Why haven't they saved us yet?!"
"Stop! I'm a Celestial Dragon! You can't kill me! I don't want to die!"
The three Celestial Dragons shrieked and sobbed, their bodies trembling uncontrollably from sheer terror—so much so that their pants were soaked.
At that moment, several undercover Revolutionary Army operatives, disguised as reporters, swiftly angled their Den Den Mushi cameras toward the execution platform. Instantly, the pitiful, disgraceful state of the three Celestial Dragons was broadcast live to the world.
Across the globe, people watching the screens couldn't help but sneer in disgust.
How repulsive.
Absolutely nauseating.
Those who knew even a little about the Celestial Dragons wore cold, mocking smiles.
"Tch. This is what they call World Nobles?"
"Pathetic trash. They piss themselves over something like this?"
"I seriously don't get it—why does the Navy, the so-called 'symbol of justice,' bother protecting these idiots?"
This was the general sentiment among ordinary civilians. To them, the Marines still represented justice. The Celestial Dragons, on the other hand, were distant figures—many didn't even know they existed.
But for those who did know about the Celestial Dragons, the sight on the screen was nothing short of shocking.
After the initial shock, however, exhilaration surged through them.
Watching the three wretched figures on the execution platform, they felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
Who would've thought? The lofty, untouchable Celestial Dragons—brought to their knees like this!
At that moment, the deeper their past hatred for the Celestial Dragons, the greater their admiration for Lin Xuan became.
Publicly executing Celestial Dragons?
Only one man in the entire world would dare something so insane!
Some even began idolizing Lin Xuan, awestruck by his sheer power and audacity.
Meanwhile, the Marine squads dispatched to sabotage the broadcasts felt their hearts drop.
Damn it!
Earlier, they had been so engrossed in the intense battles at Sabaody Archipelago that they'd delayed their mission. Now, with the Celestial Dragons' execution being broadcast live to the masses, they knew—they were in deep trouble.
"Move out!"
The commanding officers barked orders, and their teams rushed toward the nearest screens. Another group fanned out, sealing off the surrounding area.
These civilians had seen something they shouldn't have. They couldn't be allowed to leave.
This was damage control. Fail now, and the consequences would be severe.
But just as they sprang into action—another force intercepted them.
The Revolutionary Army.
The Marine captains paled.
Why are they here?!
No time to think. They had to eliminate these Revolutionaries and complete their mission.
But then—their blood ran cold.
Among the Revolutionary ranks stood a swordsman, a high-ranking officer whose strength rivaled that of a Marine Vice Admiral.
The strongest Marine in this operation was only a Commodore.
Most of the Navy's elite had been deployed to Sabaody.
Outmatched, the Marines had no choice but to retreat.
Similar scenes played out across the world—Marine teams sent to stop the broadcasts were systematically blocked by Revolutionary forces.
Except for one squad.
They didn't encounter any Revolutionaries.
But when they stormed into a small tavern, they froze in horror.
Inside—the Red Hair Pirates.
And in the corner, that red-haired man sat drinking.
The Marine Commodore leading the squad nearly fainted on the spot.
Miraculously, the Red Hair Pirates didn't attack. Otherwise, none of them would've made it out alive.
In the end, the mission to stop the broadcasts had failed completely.
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On the execution platform, Lin Xuan's system notifications blazed nonstop.
He smirked.
For some reason, the three Celestial Dragons didn't seem quite so detestable anymore.
But to them, his smile was the grin of a demon.
They thought he was about to kill them—and promptly wet themselves again.
Ignoring them, Lin Xuan mused:
"Executions really do feel more official with a beheading, huh?"
Meanwhile, the Marines were in chaos.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku and Commander-in-Chief Kong urgently sent scouts to check on the bald monk's status while scrambling for a way to stop Lin Xuan.
But their scouts could only see a massive water sphere floating high in the sky—no way to tell what was happening inside.
And no matter how much they racked their brains, they couldn't devise a way to safely rescue the Celestial Dragons.
Sengoku even tried negotiating with Lin Xuan.
No use.
It was clear—Lin Xuan had made up his mind. The Celestial Dragons would die today.
"Damn it!" Kong snarled, his face twisted in fury. "Are we just supposed to stand here and watch that bastard execute three Celestial Dragons in front of us?!"
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