thefictionvixens Chapter 191 Acting on Behalf of Heaven, Slaying the Heavenly Dragon
Chapter 191 Acting on Behalf of Heaven, Slaying the Heavenly Dragon
Chapter 191 Acting on Behalf of Heaven, Slaying the Heavenly Dragon
The Celestial Dragons' procession slowly approached the auction house entrance, their suffocating arrogance spreading out as if it were a tangible reality.
Sitting atop the slave's back, Charlos Saint immediately spotted Jinbe, who stood like an iron tower and did not kneel. His fat face, hidden under the bubble hood, twisted with rage.
"You lowly wretch! You inferior merfolk! How dare you not kneel before the great Saint Charlos?!"
He screamed, his voice like a rooster being choked.
The head of security at the auction and the accompanying CP agents felt a chill run down their spines when they saw Jinbe.
As a former member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, they naturally knew of Jinbe's reputation and strength.
The security chief, steeling himself, stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Jinbe! If you know what's good for you, get out of the way! Don't block the Celestial Dragon's path! Do you want to die?!"
However, Jinbe ignored their threats.
His steady eyes were fixed on the Celestial Dragons, and his voice, loud and filled with suppressed anger, rang out like muffled thunder.
"Are you going in to buy slaves?"
"Do you know that those 'slaves' you treat as commodities are human beings, living, breathing beings, just like you?"
"We fish-people, just like you humans, have flesh and blood, joy and sorrow, family and friends, and the right to pursue freedom and happiness!"
"What right do you have?! What right do you have to price, buy, sell, and enslave them like livestock?! What right do you have to trample on their dignity and lives?!"
Jinbe walked forward resolutely, step by step, ignoring all the swords and guns pointed at him and the tense expressions of the CP agents.
Since the abolition of the Seven Warlords of the Sea's privileges, the Fish-Men have lost that fragile protective shield and have once again become victims of the slave trade.
He tried to appeal through formal channels, but his efforts were in vain and no one paid any attention.
Is this world truly reduced to nothing but naked brute force? Are so-called chivalry and justice so utterly vulnerable in the face of absolute power and privilege?
"Shut up! You lowly blue-skinned monster!" Charlos Saint was enraged by Jinbe's questioning. He pulled out his pistol again and pointed it directly at Jinbe.
"I, the Saint, will buy whatever I want! Slaves are slaves! It is their honor to become my slaves! If you don't move aside, I will kill you! I will also order your filthy Fishman Island to be blown to smithereens!"
Upon hearing the threat to flatten Fishman Island, Jinbe's massive body jolted violently, and his clenched fists trembled slightly from the extreme force.
He might disregard his own life and death, but he cannot gamble with the fate of his entire race.
Ultimately, that mountain-like will had to succumb to this ugly reality for the sake of its compatriots' safety.
He slowly loosened his fist, stepped aside to make way, and lowered his head, concealing endless humiliation and indignation.
The Celestial Dragons snorted smugly, and their entourage swaggered into the auction house.
Inside the auction house, the lights were focused on the central display stand.
Several iron cages held trembling fish-men, among them a beautiful mermaid with long blue hair like seaweed, a fish tail that shimmered like pearls, and eyes filled with tears of fear.
When they saw Jinbe walk in, a glimmer of hope instantly ignited in their eyes, but it quickly dimmed again, because they also saw the Celestial Dragons.
"Brother Jinbe," a young fishman prisoner whispered, his voice trembling with tears.
The Celestial Dragon Charles Saint's gaze was immediately drawn to the beautiful mermaid. He walked forward, captivated, and reached out his gloved hand, wanting to touch the mermaid's cheek.
"No!!" the mermaid screamed in terror, instinctively thrashing her tail in an attempt to avoid it.
Snapped!
The fish tail accidentally brushed against Charles Saint's arm.
"Ah! You wretched slave! How dare you defile this holy being!!"
Charles Saint was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He instantly flew into a rage and, without thinking, raised his gun again to aim at the terrified mermaid in the cage!
"Stop!!" Jinbe's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rush forward to stop them, but the distance was too great and it was too late!
boom!
Gunshots rang out!
Blood splattered onto the cold iron cage.
The young mermaid, her eyes still filled with longing for life and yearning for freedom, slowly collapsed and lost her breath.
"No!!!" Jinbe let out a beast-like roar, as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and his violent Haki was about to explode uncontrollably!
He was almost ready to disregard everything and tear this bastard who treated human life like dirt to pieces!
"Brother Jinbe! No!!" The other fish-man prisoners in the cage cried out in terror to stop him.
"Don't let us drag the entire Fish-Man Island down with us! If the Celestial Dragons get angry, our homeland will be finished! Please!"
Jinbe's fist, which was about to be thrown, stopped abruptly in mid-air.
Looking into the desperate and pleading eyes of his compatriots, he was overwhelmed by immense pain and helplessness.
He slowly lowered his head, his clenched fists so tight that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood seeped from between his fingers.
On the back of his broad hand, a strange mark, seemingly formed from congealed blood, had quietly appeared, emitting a faint glow.
Just as this intertwining of despair and anger reached its peak.
A clear, ethereal voice, carrying a hint of otherworldly detachment, drifted leisurely from the dome above the auction house:
"To treat all living beings as straw dogs, and to abuse one's privileges to commit tyranny—how is such behavior any different from that of a demon?"
"With a chivalrous heart, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens, he was willing to suffer all kinds of humiliation for the sake of his people. Such integrity makes him a true hero."
"It's a pity that chivalry is ultimately bound by the burdens of the mundane world. He may have the strength to move mountains, but he can hardly follow the path in his heart. It's lamentable, admirable, and tragic."
Everyone looked up in astonishment and saw that a crack had been opened in the stained glass dome above the auction house, and two figures floated down.
One of them, with an air of otherworldly grace, held a phantom image of a god-slaying whip. The young man was handsome and aloof, with divine eyes on his forehead. It was none other than Taigong Wang and Yang Jian!
Charlos, a Celestial Dragon, hated being looked down upon, and he angrily pointed at the two of them.
"Who do you think you are?! How dare you stand on ground higher than this holy being! Get down here and kneel down!"
Taigong Wang didn't even bother to look at him, his gaze falling directly on Jinbe, who was trembling and suppressing his anger. His tone was calm but went straight to the heart of the matter.
"Lord Jinbe, I have a question. Just now, an innocent mermaid died tragically before your eyes. Your anger was enough to set the heavens burning, so why—did you not dare to take action?"
Jinbe suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse: "Who—are you?!"
Taigong Wang gently shook his head and flicked his whisk: "We are just traveling through this world when we encountered injustice and wanted to act on behalf of Heaven."
He turned to Yang Jian, "Erlang."
"Receive the imperial decree."
Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, his figure had already transformed into a gentle breeze.
In the next instant, all the CP agents, security personnel, and even the hidden experts in the auction house felt a blur before their eyes as their vital points were struck by invisible energy. They all groaned and collapsed to the ground, instantly losing all their fighting ability!
The whole process was so fast that no one even saw how Yang Jian made his move!
"What?! You—you dare attack World Government officials and Celestial Dragons' guards?!"
The auction house owner was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, screaming in a show of bravado but inwardly weakness.
"The navy will be here soon! You're all dead!"
However, Taigong Wang simply smiled faintly, flicked his finger, and an invisible wave swept across the necks of all the slaves. Those deadly explosive collars instantly lost all function and fell off like scrap metal.
Charlos Saint and the other Celestial Dragons only now truly felt fear as they watched Yang Jian approach step by step.
They screamed, "No—don't come any closer! I'm—a member of the world's nobility! How dare you touch me—"
Taigong Wang's expression turned cold, and the God-Slaying Whip appeared in his hand, radiating immense heavenly might. He began to enumerate his crimes:
"Indulging in arrogance and debauchery, treating human life as worthless, and indiscriminately killing innocent people for personal gain—this is the first crime!"
"Trampling on human rights, buying and selling living beings, and enslaving all things—this is the second crime!"
"Abusing power for personal gain, threatening ethnic groups, and undermining world stability—this is the third crime!"
"Three crimes combined—this is an unforgivable offense!"
Amidst the Celestial Dragons' pig-like screams, curses, and pleas, Yang Jian remained expressionless, swiftly and decisively annihilating all these so-called world nobles with a single stroke of his blade! Without the slightest hesitation.
The entire auction house was deathly silent; everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events and the ruthless and decisive methods employed by the two individuals.
Jinbe watched everything unfold before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions—a sense of satisfaction at finally getting revenge, but also a deep sense of unease.
He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Taigong Wang and Yang Jian.
"Many thanks to the two righteous men for their help in seeking justice for my compatriots! I will forever remember this kindness!"
"But attacking a Celestial Dragon is an unforgivable crime. A Marine Admiral will arrive in an instant. You two must leave immediately! This place—I, Jinbe, will bear the full responsibility for this crime!"
Taigong Wang waved his hand, his face regaining its unfathomable smile, and his gaze fell once again on the bright red mark on Jinbe's hand.
"No problem, no problem. Your Excellency's noble character is admirable. However, I'm afraid the Admiral won't be able to arrive anytime soon."
"It seems that you and I have quite a connection."
"Would you do me the honor of visiting a nearby teahouse, where we could share a cup of tea and have a casual chat?"
His invitation seemed casual, but his gaze seemed to penetrate everything, firmly locking onto that mark that resembled an ark.