[A/N: I have split this chapter into two parts; it was too long.]
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BOOM!
The orb shot up, spinning like a drunk star before slamming into an outstretched hand. A pressure followed—heavy, suffocating, like Mount Tai was squatting on their chests.
"Who is the lord here...?"
A figure descended slow, like a god too bored to care. His flaming white robe glowed in the dusty haze. The fiery lotus beneath him spun lazily, like it just woke up from a nap. Behind him, two dozen disciples floated in formation, faces smug enough to make saints reach for alcohol.
The pirates' faces dropped faster than their balls. White robes. A lotus. This wasn't just some righteous prick—this was the righteous prick.
And they were fucked.
