He never expected Hancock to be so bold, daring to turn the tables and act like a master, all under Saint Ian's protection.
Saint Maserati's face instantly darkened, looking like it could drip water.
He stared at Hancock, his eyes icy, and gritted his teeth, "Saint Ian."
Saint Maserati's voice was very low, carrying a hint of suppressed fury, "Indulging a slave to beat a descendant of the Creator, isn't that inappropriate?"
"No matter what, Saint William is still the Young Master of the Manmaya Family."
He deliberately emphasized the words "slave" and "descendant of the Creator," attempting to use the Celestial Dragons' supreme rules to suppress Ian.
Ian smiled at his words.
He released Hancock and took a step forward, walking directly in front of Saint Maserati.
"What?" Ian's tone was light, yet it carried a suffocating sense of pressure, "You want to stand up for that good-for-nothing William?"
Saint Maserati's pupils contracted, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.
He wanted to straighten his back, to maintain his dignity as the second Crown Prince of the Holy Land, but his body seemed to disobey him, his feet uncontrollably retreating two steps.
Just two steps, yet it felt like being stripped naked in public, the feeling of humiliation instantly rushing to his head.
"Heh." The smile on Ian's face grew wider, "You're not up to it, Saint Maserati."
He extended a finger and lightly tapped Saint Maserati's chest.
"Undeniably, looking at the entire Holy Land, besides This Young Master, you are the most powerful among the younger generation. Your uncle, Saint Somaz, is a member of the God's Knights, and your grandfather is the Agricultural War God, Saint Shepherd Ten Pite."
With every sentence Ian spoke, Saint Maserati's face grew paler.
These were supposed to be his proudest assets, but now, coming from Ian's mouth, they became naked sarcasm.
"But what of it?" Ian's tone suddenly turned cold.
"Your uncle, Saint Somaz, must kneel on one knee when he sees This Young Master, because he is one of This Young Master's personal bodyguards!"
"Your grandfather, Saint Shepherd Ten Pite, must also bow his head and be respectful when he sees This Young Master!"
"You, by what right do you dare to stand out now and speak up for that good-for-nothing William?"
Ian's voice wasn't loud, but every word was scathing, like sharp knives, fiercely piercing the hearts of Saint Maserati and the other Celestial Dragon young masters behind him.
"Furthermore," Ian glanced around, his gaze sweeping over each of them, "it's true that you are the young masters of various families in the Holy Land. But don't forget, This Young Master is not only the Young Master of the Nerona Family, but also the only crown prince of this Holy Land!"
"It's bad enough that you good-for-nothings don't kneel and salute when you see This Young Master," Ian's eyes suddenly turned chilling, "but you even dare to look at This Young Master's woman!"
As soon as these words were uttered, the entire scene fell into a dead silence.
Saint Maserati completely froze.
He prided himself on his deep schemes, having already allied with the young masters of several other prominent families in the Holy Land, all for the purpose of one day being able to contend with Ian.
But every time he vowed to give Ian a piece of his mind when the opportunity arose, all his courage and backbone would vanish in an instant when truly facing Ian.
Especially when Ian flared up, that absolute oppressive feeling, originating from the depths of his bloodline and superior to all Celestial Dragons, made him almost unable to resist kneeling on the spot and worshipping him.
"What are you all standing around for?"
Gunko's cold voice broke the silence.
"Since you've seen the Young Master, why aren't you quickly kneeling in homage!"
Saint Maserati's body trembled, his knees buckled, and he was about to kneel.
Just then, an untimely voice rang out.
"By what right?"
Saint Ferrari, the Young Master of the Donquixote Family, actually went against the tide, stepping forward and roaring with a face full of anger, "We are all young masters, by what right should we kneel to him?"
With someone taking the lead, the others also seemed to find their backbone.
"That's right! The only one who can make us kneel is the Five Elders!" Saint Philip, the Young Master of the Sacherlz Family, also stepped forward.
"Saint Ian! You indulged a slave to beat This Young Master! I'm going to the Seat of Power! I'm going to complain to the Five Elders!" Saint William, who had been kicked flying by Hancock, now struggled to get up, clutching his stomach, and pointed at Ian furiously.
Seeing these good-for-nothings actually perk up, Saint Maserati's last bit of backbone was rekindled.
He suddenly straightened his back and said coldly, "Right! We want to complain! You can discipline us, but you cannot allow a lowly slave to beat a Celestial Dragon! This is an insult to the Celestial Dragons, and an open challenge to the status and dignity of the Creator's descendants!"
Saint Topman Oss, who had been silent, also took a step forward at this moment, standing shoulder to shoulder with Saint Maserati, and said in a deep voice, "My grandfather is the Legal War God! Even if you are the Crown Prince of the Holy Land, you cannot allow a slave to defy their superiors! This is a blatant challenge to the authority of the Celestial Dragons!"
Looking at the Celestial Dragon young masters who had suddenly become assertive, Nami and Kaya behind Ian immediately became nervous, the two girls instinctively leaning closer to Ian, their small hands tightly gripping the corner of his clothes.
Even Princess Sally was so scared she didn't dare to breathe, silently taking a step back and standing in a line with Nami and Kaya.
Only Princess Anna remained calm.
She had been with Ian the longest, so she understood her Young Master's temperament very well, as well as how heaven-defying her Young Master's status in the Holy Land truly was. These few clowns in front of them were only qualified to sit at the same table as ants in her Young Master's eyes.
Her Young Master hadn't flared up yet, most likely because he was thinking of how to make it more enjoyable.
Indeed.
The smile on Ian's face not only didn't disappear but became even brighter.
He walked past Saint Maserati, directly in front of Saint Donquixote Ferrari, smiling amiably.
"Saint Ferrari, you've really latched onto a big shot now, successfully mixing into Saint Maserati's circle."
"I have to say, you do have some luck. If that idiot Saint Donquixote Homing back then hadn't lost his mind and insisted on giving up his Celestial Dragon status, leaving the Holy Land with his wife and the Doflamingo brothers, would the position of Young Master of the Donquixote Family have fallen to you?"
Hearing the name Doflamingo, Saint Ferrari's pupils suddenly contracted, but he still mustered the courage to say, "Their family are traitors to the Celestial Dragons! They are not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as This Young Master!"
"Is that so?" Ian smiled like a fox, "If This Young Master remembers correctly, Doflamingo tried to return to the Holy Land several times, and although he was always rejected, This Young Master doesn't mind giving him a chance."
"What do you think would happen to your Donquixote Family if Doflamingo regained his Celestial Dragon status and returned to the Holy Land?"
"Don't forget, you all haven't stopped verbally attacking his family over the years. Purely in terms of bloodline, Doflamingo is the most legitimate Young Master of the Donquixote Family; you are merely a descendant from a collateral branch of the Donquixote Family from eight hundred years ago."
Boom!
Saint Ferrari's mind buzzed, a complete blank.
Doflamingo is coming back?
That madman! That devil!
If he came back, with his methods, would he, this 'Young Master,' have a good life? Not only him, but perhaps the entire Donquixote Family in the Holy Land would be overthrown by him, because according to the intelligence he had gathered, Doflamingo had re-established a Donquixote Family in Dressrosa!
"Saint Ian! You don't have that power!" Saint Ferrari could no longer maintain his composure, roaring exasperatedly, "Even if you give him a chance, he can't possibly return to the Holy Land! The Five Elders won't agree!"
"Right! None of us will agree!"
Saint Maserati and the others echoed.
Saint Topman Oss even took an angry step forward and said in a deep voice, "Not only will all of us prevent Doflamingo from returning to the Holy Land, but the entire Holy Land, including the Five Elders, will not agree."
Looking at this group of foolish people united in their hatred, Ian's playful mood surged, and he said with a beaming smile, "It seems that during the time This Young Master was away from the Holy Land, you all forgot the fear of being dominated by This Young Master."
"Since that's the case…"
The smile on Ian's face instantly vanished, "Then This Young Master will let you all see clearly. Does This Young Master, indeed, have this power!"
Before the five young masters of the Holy Land Celestial Dragon families could react, Ian suddenly turned his head to look at Gunko and said in a deep voice, "Gunko, which of them looked at This Young Master's women just now?"
Hearing this, Gunko unhesitatingly raised her hand and pointed at Saint Maserati, Saint William, and Saint Topman Oss.
"Very good!"
Ian nodded, and said bluntly, "Gouge out their eyeballs!"
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