"Great, the Pirate King's bloodline has finally come to an end!"
The Vice Admirals who were still conscious looked at the fallen Ace and breathed a sigh of relief.
The sudden, overwhelming Conqueror's Haki from Red-Haired Shanks had weighed heavily on them.
At a time like this, even at the fully prepared Marine Headquarters, they could not help but tremble with fear.
"Admiral Akainu actually killed the Pirate King's bloodline in front of Red-Hair without hesitation!"
The Vice Admirals who remained awake looked at Akainu, shocked by his iron-blooded justice.
Faced with the threat of a Yonko, he was completely unfazed.
This was a true Marine Admiral, Akainu who upheld absolute justice.
Unlike the elated Marines, pirates around the world watching the live broadcast were in mourning.
The bloodline of the Pirate King was dead.
Even with two Yonko coming to save him one after another, they still could not prevent the extinction of the Pirate King's bloodline.
Pirates everywhere saw this and fell into deeper despair.
The Marines still had three Admirals, yet only Shanks had come among the Yonko.
Would a second Yonko fall here today?
"Akainu!"
Garp's eyes were bloodshot.
The hope that had just risen was shattered, and he cast aside all restraint.
Garp clenched his iron fists, dark Armament Haki coiling wildly.
In the next instant, he threw a punch at Akainu with almost no sanity left.
It was twice as fierce as when he had just disciplined Luffy.
"Galaxy Impact!"
The force surged forward, unstoppable like a raging tsunami.
A single swing raised a gust of wind.
"Ice Wall!"
Aokiji, who had been watching Garp closely, acted at once.
In an instant, three thick ice walls blocked Garp's path.
Each wall was three meters thick and far harder than steel.
At the same time, Aokiji blasted a torrent of cold air at Garp.
He knew that three ice walls alone would not stop him.
As the cold spread, the scant moisture in the air crystallized into ice, falling like powder.
Boom.
Garp's fist smashed into the ice wall.
The thick, solid barrier exploded under the surging force, bursting into glittering shards.
In that brief pause, a chill wrapped around him.
Wisps of cold locked over his body, slowing Garp's movements.
Aokiji embraced Garp again, refusing to let him break free. "Please calm down, Vice Admiral Garp. You are a Marine."
If Garp attacked Akainu now, the entire Marine force would become a laughingstock.
"…"
Garp clenched his fists, fury boiling inside him, but in the end he let go.
There was nothing wrong with Akainu killing pirates. It was Ace's fault for becoming a pirate.
Maybe he should have broken Ace's legs before he set sail, making him a cripple for life rather than letting him die.
And now he had another grandson who was a pirate, and the way to deal with that was very clear.
"Fortunately, Aokiji stopped Garp, or this would have been disastrous."
Sengoku saw Garp restrained and let out a silent sigh of relief.
With Garp under control, there should be no more problems.
It was time to deal with the Red Hair Pirates.
However, Sengoku frowned as he looked at the Marines who had been stunned.
They had lost thirty thousand Marines in the battle with Whitebeard.
Now Shanks had arrived and knocked down the remaining Marines with his overwhelming Conqueror's Haki.
In this state, if the Marines fought the Red Hair Pirates again, the losses would be severe.
While Sengoku hesitated, the Five Elders descended from the platform and took the most eye-catching position in the venue.
The Five Elders stood in a row, four in Western suits and one in a white kimono.
Their demeanors were utterly relaxed, completely unaffected by Shanks' Haki.
Everyone present, and those watching the live broadcast worldwide, stared at the five highest authorities of the World Government, waiting to hear what shocking words they would say.
Pirates everywhere were surprised to find that the five supreme rulers were indifferent to the strongest Conqueror's Haki in the world.
Were they not just pampered rulers, but a group of powerhouses?
Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, standing in the middle, spoke first. "Saint Figarland Shanks, because of your background, we will give you a chance."
Saint Mars continued, "Leave here, and we will pretend nothing happened."
"If not, you and your crew can go keep Whitebeard company."
Saint Nusjuro held the First Generation Kitetsu, murder in his eyes.
At the same time, the Five Elders erupted with overwhelming auras, and colossal demonic shadows seemed to sway behind them.
The pupils of the three Admirals, Sengoku, and Garp shrank as they stared at the Five Elders in shock.
They had long known the Five Elders were strong, yet the pressure they now exuded still stunned them.
The momentum of these five was in no way inferior to that of an Admiral. They were true monsters.
The eyes of Sengoku and Aokiji flickered, and their old ideals quietly faded.
Akainu lowered his head respectfully, and only he knew what was in his heart.
(To be continued.)