The terrifying power shot straight into the sky, the domineering aura made people unable to breathe, and the billowing clouds were stirred up and rolled over.

Each of the guard slaves turned into a human wall to block the body of Saint Karolava.

The leaders were CP0 Guernica and Joseph, their two masked faces expressionless, only their slightly trembling bodies expressing fear.

The petals on the fist are flying, like the most beautiful dream.

Unimaginable terror and dominance rose from the ground, and the jet-black figure looked like a real King of Ming! The clothes on his body had long been torn by the bulging muscles, leaving only the white collar.

The fist struck, and dark domineering energy filled their entire pupils.

"If you can't stop it, you will die!"

In the midst of great fear, Guernica and Joseph subconsciously chose to avoid it. Fear made the domineering force weak, and it collapsed under Chen Qun's fist.

The nimble skills of the past are dull, like a rusty machine, stiff and stuck.

Move, move!

My heart was roaring, my steps were moving, and at the last moment I finally managed to turn sideways when the fist came. I wrapped my arms around him to block, but the wind of the fist just passed by and my body was thrown far away.

boom!

All the figures standing in front of the fist were as fragile as rag dolls, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and thick blood splattered on the cover of Saint Karolava's head.

Saint Karolava's eyes widened in disbelief, like a fish suffocating after leaving the water. The round glass cover was covered with blood and lay limp on the ground.

Boundless fear engulfed his heart, his eyes were so frightened that he wanted to close his body, but he was frozen in place and unable to do so!

In his eyes, the pitch-black fist moved forward inexorably, like a huge mountain pressing down straight down, making it impossible to breathe or escape.

Bang!

Like a child playing with soap bubbles, the round cover cracked open lightly. He breathed the outside air for the first time, and the thick smell of blood filled his nose.

His eyes grew wider and wider, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. His stupid but exquisitely trimmed hair was broken and fell back. He was trying to say something in his mouth.

At the same time, under the wind of the fist, he heard small cracks in his skin, which were so clear that the cracks became longer and longer, running through the entire face.

There was no time left for him to regret. The fist seemed unhappy, but it came to him easily.

Pass!

The fist hit his face, and in an instant, without any obstruction, the head of Saint Karolava exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and little bits of bright red liquid splashed onto the people around him.

"It turns out...the blood of the Celestial Dragons is also red."

Chen Qun finally stopped his hand and stood upright, staring at his right fist. On the dark fist, bright red blood was mixed with white slurry, dripping downwards, and dripping onto the ground with a soft "plop" sound.

Chen Qun stared at the mutilated, headless corpse in front of him. The clothes that were as luxurious as a space suit were covered with plasma. The surrounding area was like a hell of flesh and blood. All the creatures standing in front of his fist were left with only broken pieces of flesh, mixed with various colors.

"Saint Karolawa!"

"Dragon people...Dragon people are actually dead!"

As if their faith collapsed, many people, whether it was the navy or the black-clothed guards, collapsed to the ground. For them, under the long-term propaganda, the Tianlong people have long been like gods and cannot be blasphemed.

But at this moment, they witnessed the death of a Celestial Dragon with their own eyes, without any other fluctuations, just like an insignificant slave, easily deprived of life.

Among the slaves, someone quietly raised his head, and a drop of blood slowly flowed from his cheek to his mouth.

Scanning the corpse on the ground, the slave's eyes seemed to have firelight. He subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that fell to his mouth clean.

Does the blood of the Celestial Dragon have the same stench?

"It's over..."

Rand collapsed on the ground, his white navy uniform already stained with various colors from the sprayed liquids. He never expected that his superior actually killed a Celestial Dragon.

Needless to say about the status of the Celestial Dragons, this time, the world government will really go crazy!

"Justice?"

He remembered that time when he was chatting with Chen Qun, the man stood on the bow of the boat and said calmly: "My justice is freedom and justice."

"Freedom of justice..."

"This justice is too heavy."

He smiled bitterly and did not make any move, because it was of no use anymore. He looked at this man in awe, his terrifying back was like a demon god.

He couldn't imagine what would happen next. According to usual practice, a general would be coming soon!

"It's over..."

Guernica also fell to the ground, facing life and death. As an agent, he thought he would have been relieved long ago.

But at that time, facing Chen Qun's terrifying power, for some reason, a sense of fear emerged in my heart. I ran away unconsciously.

Moreover, the terrifying fist wind just passed by. Even though they were covered with armed domineering energy, both arms had been completely destroyed and fractured. The severe pain reminded him all the time that his hands were completely useless!

The scene that happened on the ship made his eyesight go dark, and he still can't believe what he saw before him until now.

Someone really dared to take action against the Celestial Dragons, and actually killed the Celestial Dragons!

The physical pain is far less than the inner fear. As a member of an intelligence organization, the seriousness of this matter is far more terrifying than what others see.

As a poorly protected person, a more tragic end awaits him.

He looked at the headless corpse of the Celestial Dragon and sat there completely.

Joseph beside him was also silent. Compared to Guernica, his injuries were lighter. Thanks to his tall stature, only one right leg was broken.

At this time, he was also disappointed with the scene on the court.

"Will the Celestial Dragons also die?"

A murloc murmured, his mind seemed to go blank, even though he knew that the other murloc was the culprit for the murlocs becoming slaves. But even the most rebellious murloc never thought of killing a celestial dragon.

"What an admirable determination!"

Standing on the sea with wooden clogs on his feet, Jinbei was also shocked. For him, he was carrying the entire murloc tribe behind him! Putting himself in his shoes, even if he could kill the opponent, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.

Because...that would bring terrible disaster to the entire fish-men clan!

Even he, faced with the unreasonable demands of the Celestial Dragons, could only defeat the opponent's navy and guards, and then leave.

"But, the storm is coming!"

He looked back at the members on the boat with some solemnity.

"We have to leave as soon as possible."

Whoosh!

"Fishman Karate·Sameru Palm Base."

The strong muscles were exerting force, and the body jumped up and onto the Celestial Dragon ship. Gizdamon and Maha were in a state of confusion and did not have time to stop them.

"This old man from the navy, if you don't mind, let me give you a ride."

"How brave."

Chen Qun's deep thoughts were interrupted, and he raised his head to look at him doubtfully.
Chapter completed!