The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

A beam of light appeared without warning beside Junzi, less than a meter away from her!

In an instant, it transformed into the face of Kizaru Borsalino, with his cynical smile!

"Yo~"

Kizaru uttered his signature, drawn-out exclamation.

"Could you please... move aside for a moment?"

"If the marshal's orders are not carried out..."

As he spoke, Kizaru swept his right leg horizontally, delivering a standard light-speed kick that slammed down towards Junzi's head!

"I'd lose my job!"

"Kizaru?!"

Junzi's pupils constricted sharply!

Her entire attention was focused on Guern and the two "wings".

Who would have thought that even with all the divine knights dispatched, there would still be a naval admiral who was not restrained!

She had no time to think or launch a full-scale counterattack; at the critical moment, she could only rely on her fighting instincts to suddenly bend over and lower her head!

The lightning-fast kick grazed past the back of her head, wiping away her flying hair!

A few strands of hair drifted down slowly.

We narrowly escaped!

But then came the crisp sound of a bubble bursting.

A "pop" sound rang out.

Despair has returned!

A hand with a bear paw print was pressed against her face!

Bartholomew the Great Bear, the "Tyrant"!

Junzi's eyes widened to their limit in an instant, peering through the slit!

She didn't even see where the hand came from!

Was Kizaru's lightning-fast frontal kick a feint?!

The real killer move is this slap?!

She was not given any chance to react or break free.

Palm, flesh ball ability, activated.

The next second, the short, almost negligible groan disappeared.

From the moment Gern gave the order to the moment Junzi was sent flying, the entire process took only two or three breaths.

Silence has returned to the entrance of Pangu City.

All that remained was that lonely wooden table and chairs, with Den Den Mushi (snail phones) scattered on them...

And then, take another step, as if nothing had happened.

Continue towards the Pangu City archway entrance

The three of them, Gern, Enel, and Barrett, strolled away.

The king's stroll was unstoppable.

Pangu City is right before our eyes.

Hall of Power, among the flowers...

The final stage has begun.

Chapter 731 Multiple Fronts Unfold: The Hall of Power (Part Six)

Pangu City, the Hall of Power.

In stark contrast to the war-torn, ruined landscape outside.

This hall, located in the heart of Pangaea and symbolizing the core of the world government's power for eight hundred years, remains solemn and empty.

At the far end of the hall, on the remaining two chairs, sat the only two remaining members of the Five Elders.

Shepard X. Pitt Saint.

Marcus Mazsaint.

The former supreme leader of the world government held the highest power in the world government.

Sitting in this empty, cold hall now, I felt a sense of desolation.

Of course, they weren't the only two people in the hall.

A person was lying on the sofa in front of the Five Elders' chair.

Or rather, a "creature" that has fallen into a deep sleep in an extremely relaxed, even languid, state.

Tall and slender, resembling a human-shaped Qilin.

A single antler atop his head, wild, long hair covering his serpentine neck

He had a pair of long beards and eyebrows like flames.

Zoan-type Mythical Zoan-type Dragon-Dragon Fruit (Kirin Form) Awakened Form!

Although he appears in the awakened form of a Zoan-type Devil Fruit.

But she was dressed exceptionally elegantly. Her dark, high-necked, button-down trench coat reached to the top of her boots and was impeccably tailored.

Wearing light-colored long gloves; a delicate bow tie around her neck.

He wore a dark cape adorned with ornate epaulettes.

Most noticeable was a light-colored armband on his left arm, clearly bearing the emblem of the Knights of God!

Member of the Knights of God - Saint Qilingom.

Similar to the Celestial Dragons, who are world nobles, his head was also covered by a transparent resin bubble hood.

The mouth and nose are covered by a device similar to a breathing mask.

At this moment, this divine rider is comfortably lying on the sofa.

Eyes closed, chest rising and falling gently with even breathing.

A translucent snot bubble representing deep sleep

It swelled and contracted at the tip of his nose with each breath.

The atmosphere in the hall was oppressive.

Suddenly, Piet Saint spoke first, his voice dry and hoarse, breaking the silence.

"The earthquake... is coming."

His gaze was fixed on the two heavy doors in the hall, each over ten meters tall, adorned with patterns of "divine scriptures".

next second.

"boom!!!!!!"

The two large doors of the Hall of Power were blasted to pieces by lightning from the outside!

The rubble swept into the hall!

Backlit, three figures strolled out and entered this hall that symbolized the highest power in the world.

The leader, Gern, had his marshal's coat hem fluttering slightly, his expression calm.

On the left, Enel, his eyes arrogant and indifferent.

On the right, Barrett, the tallest and most imposing of the three, swallowed most of the light from the doorway, grinning widely.

"Tianzhen, is it really necessary to go this far?"

Mazsan slowly stood up from his seat, forcibly maintaining a tone of "rationality" and "admonition," attempting a final "communication."

"Isn't it good to maintain... the balance of the world?"

The order of the past eight hundred years, while having its drawbacks, has at least brought relative peace.

Destroying all of this will only bring endless chaos and bloodshed!

Gern didn’t even answer Mazsaint immediately.

Instead, his gaze swept across the hall, passing over the two outwardly fierce but inwardly cowardly Five Elders.

Then, he slightly twitched the corners of his mouth upwards, turned his head, and pointed at Enel beside him.

"Tsk."

"I didn't expect that as soon as I walked in... I would hear a dog barking?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in the empty hall.

"you......"

"presumptuous!!!"

Saint Pitt and Saint Maz instantly felt their blood rush to their head, their faces turning from white to red, and then from red to green!

As one of the Five Elders, how could I have ever suffered such blatant humiliation, treated like a stray dog ​​on the street?!

But they could only stand there, trembling with anger, unable to utter a complete rebuttal.

"I thought... only two half-dead old men were left."

At this moment, Barrett, who had been observing silently, spoke up, looking at Chiringom on the sofa with great interest.

"I didn't expect... there's a rather interesting... mythical beast species hidden here?"

His words drew attention to the divine rider who had been "sleeping" the entire time.

It seemed that only then did Gern notice the presence of Chiringom Saint on the sofa.

His gaze fell upon the other party's peculiar awakened form.

His brow furrowed slightly, especially when he saw the badge of the Knights of God on his left arm.

"I never expected... there was a divine rider hidden inside."

Clearly, the Hall of Power should only have two weakened Five Elders as expected.

The moment Gern finished speaking.

"Boom!"

On the sofa, the snot bubble on the tip of Chiringham Saint's nose, representing his deep sleep, burst.

Then, her eyes slowly opened.

Chiringom blinked, his gaze not yet fully focused.

First, he looked around somewhat sluggishly.

Then he slowly turned his gaze to the three terrifying figures at the door, and finally, it landed on Gern.

"uh-huh?"

"It's here...? It seems a little faster than expected?"

As he spoke, he calmly braced himself on the sofa and slowly sat up.

Then, he reached down and picked up a...

It was a halberd with an extremely peculiar design, its blade asymmetrical trident.

Instead, it is a trident with one long blade and two short blades, with a strange curve. The long blade is curved like a crescent moon, while the short blades are like fangs.

Chiringom gripped his trident, casually resting it on the ground as a cane as he stood up.

Then he turned his head and looked at the two Elders, whose faces were ashen and whose breathing was unsteady.

He revealed a smile that was both slightly apologetic and carefree.