Saint Saturn's hoarse voice carried barely suppressed fury, "You're challenging the World Government! Do you realize the consequences of this?"
"Gurarararara, old fool, I'm a Pirate."
Whitebeard's cloak flapped in the fierce wind, every fold speaking of his authority and defiance.
The lightning on his Murakumogiri grew even more brilliant, threatening to illuminate the entire dark battlefield.
"I've lived to this age and never feared you old fossils hiding in Mary Geoise!" Whitebeard laughed, not a trace of fear in his eyes.
The atmosphere once again reached peak tension!
Suddenly, without any warning, sinister black runes lit up on Saint Saturn's cane.
Those runes seemed like curses from the abyssal depths, emanating a terrifying, chilling aura.
As the runes flickered, the surrounding air seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, distorting as if space itself couldn't withstand the pressure of this mysterious power.
Saint Saturn slightly raised his head, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Arrogant! Do you think you alone..."
Before Saint Saturn could finish his words, a loud voice interrupted him.
"Who said he's alone?"
Following this voice, Big Mom's figure gradually materialized, the Napoleon Great Sword in her hand emitting a chilling gleam.
She raised it high before slamming it heavily onto the ground.
With a thunderous "Boom!", an overwhelming aura instantly erupted.
The powerful presence surged outwards from Big Mom like a raging tsunami.
She grinned widely and shouted, "Mamamamama... You old fossil, I've never fought a Five Elder before! Perfect timing to try today!"
Her words were filled with provocation and contempt toward Saint Saturn.
Meanwhile, on the other side, although Kaido was severely injured with wounds covering his entire body, blood continuously seeping from them and staining his already tattered clothes crimson red...
His innate arrogance and tenacity hadn't diminished in the slightest despite his injuries.
Gritting his teeth, he supported himself with both hands on the ground, struggling painfully yet determinedly to stand up.
Black-red lightning once again ignited around Hassaikai, the electricity coiling around his fists like angry dragons, crackling with "zizi" sounds that conveyed Kaido's resentment and fury.
His eyes widened fiercely as he stared fixedly at Saint Saturn, roaring.
"Saturn... release King!"
Saint Saturn's pupils contracted as he clearly felt the tsunami-like pressure emanating from the three Yonko.
Even as one of the Five Elders, who usually commanded respect and controlled vast resources and authority, he found himself in a difficult position under the combined pressure of these three powerhouses.
Especially Whitebeard and Big Mom at their peak!
These two old monsters had become several times stronger than before!
Cold sweat slightly dampened his back as he unconsciously tightened his grip on his cane.
A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, attempting to maintain his so-called dignity.
Witnessing this scene from afar, Marco and the others were stunned.
Marco's usually calm face was now filled with shock, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as if unable to believe what was happening before him.
Vista was so frightened that he nearly lost his grip, his twin swords trembling slightly with the reflected gleam becoming unstable.
He stammered: "P-Pops is... forming an alliance with the other Yonko???"
"This is unprecedented!"
Jozu stood nearby, his eyes showing both excitement and regret, "This makes things interesting... What a pity Ron isn't here!"
Seeing this, Saint Saturn's anger ignited.
He slammed his cane heavily onto the ground with a sharp "Clang!", his eyes bulging with rage, beard bristling as he roared furiously:
"You're making enemies of the entire world!"
However, his intimidation proved ineffective as Whitebeard's loud laughter once again shattered the silence.
"Gurararara! I'm Whitebeard!" His voice boomed with vigor, the Murakumogiri in his hand erupting with a surge of lightning.
The electricity seemed alive, dancing and crackling around the blade with a series of sharp, sizzling sounds.
Whitebeard's massive frame leaned forward slightly, like an unshakable, towering mountain!
He gripped the Murakumogiri in a reverse horizontal stance, his feet planted firmly on the ground.
Every muscle in his body tensed, coiled and ready to strike.
His gaze remained fixed intently on Saint Saturn, burning with a fierce, blazing battle spirit.
"Today, let this old man see... whether the blood of the Five Elders is the same red as ordinary people's!"
Instantly, the battlefield was thick with the smell of gunpowder. Everyone held their breath, their gazes tightly fixed on these powerful figures.
This unprecedented confrontation was like an arrow nocked on a bowstring—ready to erupt at any moment!
The entire battlefield was enveloped in an atmosphere of extreme tension.
A destructive storm was about to descend, sweeping everything into its vortex!
The two sides stood facing each other...
Whitebeard's thick, time-worn arms tightly gripped the hilt of his Murakumogiri, his eyes piercingly fixed on Saint Saturn as if to see through his very soul.
In his mind, fragments from that earth-shattering battle at God Valley decades ago flashed repeatedly.
"So that's how it is..." Whitebeard murmured inwardly, his voice barely audible. "This old thing appeared at God Valley back then."
As the floodgates of memory slowly opened, those long-buried images gradually grew clearer.
Back then, Saturn's appearance was considerably younger, as if time had yet to carve too many marks upon his face.
Yet that unique and powerful aura remained unchanged.
Recalling that brief encounter during the battle, Whitebeard remembered how Rocks instantly drew all of Saturn's attention, becoming the focal point of the conflict.
And now, this enigmatic member of the Five Elders had personally appeared and unhesitatingly taken King away—there must be some hidden scheme behind this.
"What are these old fossils plotting now..."
Whitebeard's gaze grew sharper, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, radiating an intimidating presence.
Stopping Saint Saturn wasn't some impulsive, reckless act, but a carefully considered decision.
The primary reason was to thoroughly understand why the World Government placed such importance on King of the Lunarian tribe.
This mysterious race was like ancient ruins shrouded in mist, full of unknowns and mysteries.
Now, after enduring the passed of time and countless changes, their surviving members could be counted on one hand, like sparse stars in the night sky.
"Capturing a kid from the Lunarian tribe..."