132 The Clash of Conqueror's Haki

"Who are you!" With a simple-minded expression, Weevil felt that the person before him was incredibly powerful, so much so that it stirred an irresistible urge within him to fight.

Compared to Weevil’s dullness, Miss Bakkin shrank back, her expression filled with wariness.

As the searing flames vanished, Xuan Ye stepped forward, staring coldly at the man holding a naginata, whose appearance bore a striking resemblance to Whitebeard. A ruthless thought crossed his mind: "Whitebeard, so you truly are his spawn."

At this point, whether Weevil was Whitebeard’s biological son or not no longer mattered to Xuan Ye. It was all meaningless; a clash with Whitebeard was inevitable, and this was merely a prelude.

"I’ve been looking for you for a long time. Today, neither of you will leave this island." He stomped his right foot heavily. Instantly, the ground fractured, countless fissures spread rapidly, and a wave of wind pressure swept outward.

"Mama, should I kill this person?" Weevil turned his head, looking blankly at Miss Bakkin beside him.

"Kill him! Otherwise, we’re going to die today!" Miss Bakkin hammered her cane against the ground, her expression laced with anxiety.

"Okay, I’ll listen to you, Mama." Weevil gave a foolish smile.

"Whitebeard would never have taken a fancy to someone like you." A look of disgust crossed Xuan Ye’s face; the sight of Miss Bakkin’s hideous features made his stomach churn.

By now, Xuan Ye was certain that even if Weevil was Whitebeard’s son, this old hag was certainly not Whitebeard’s woman.

Of course, there was a second possibility: that neither of them had any real connection to Whitebeard. But that was irrelevant. He wanted both of them dead, Whitebeard included.

Xuan Ye had said it before: regarding the matter of his master, everyone involved had to die. Even if it were merely a suspicion, he would not let them go. To him, his loved ones were the only things that mattered; everything else was expendable. Even if the entire world were to perish, what would it matter?

"Tianniao Xuan Ye Tang, just as the rumors say—arrogant, unruly, and conceited." Miss Bakkin’s aged face turned incredibly gloomy; she was furious.

Miss Bakkin was no fool like Weevil. She possessed great ambition. She loved treasure and wanted to gather all the riches of the world around her, which led her to keep a close watch on the trends of the world.

And as it happened, Xuan Ye was one of those figures she knew well.

"Since you know who I am, have you prepared yourselves for a fate worse than death?" His initially icy face twisted into a ferocious scowl, and a violent aura surged straight toward the heavens.

"Crack... crack..." Dark clouds pressed down, gale-force winds howled, and countless violet-red lightning bolts streaked across the sky as the world instantly erupted into chaos.

A tyrannical, supreme will, like that of an ancient predator, swept across the land carrying the crushing pressure of a monarch.

Her eyes wide with terror, Miss Bakkin turned pale. Fortunately, a tall figure stepped in front of her.

"How do you possess this kind of power, too?" Weevil spoke in a deep voice, a terrifying aura emanating from him as well.

"Boom..." An invisible collision tore the clouds apart. The ground beneath them shattered instantly, and the raging storm felt like the end of the world, filling the air with dread.

"Son, he’s a Marine, a disciple of that man. He’s here for revenge." Miss Bakkin’s lips trembled, and her legs shook. Even with Weevil shielding her, she felt as though she could die at any moment.

Xuan Ye’s eyes shimmered with cold light, and a terrifying urge for destruction welled up within him. It was as he suspected—the murder of his master’s family was inextricably linked to these two.

Furthermore, this guy had to be Whitebeard’s spawn. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly possess such potent Haoshoku Haki. Haoshoku was either innate or inherited, and looking at Weevil’s simpleton face, it couldn't possibly be innate. That left only one conclusion: inheritance.

"It really is you." His face twisted like a demon’s. Thinking of his master’s aged visage, and the loss of his master’s wife and little Xing, Xuan Ye’s hatred for the two before him reached the marrow of his bones.

"I will tear you both to pieces!" Gritting his teeth, an even stronger will, carrying unparalleled murderous intent, surged into the sky, crushing the very space around them.

"Hmph..." Weevil’s face went slightly pale as he let out a muffled groan, unable to stop himself from taking a few steps back.

"Son... son, you must hold on!" Miss Bakkin was struck with panic, her lips turning white as she looked in fear at Xuan Ye, who now resembled a vengeful ghost.

"Don’t worry, Mama. I will protect you." Weevil gritted his teeth, struggling desperately against the waves of crushing will.

Weevil couldn't understand why this person's power was so strong that even he was struggling to resist it. This had never happened since he first awakened his abilities.

"Whoosh... whoosh..." Terrifying flames erupted as Xuan Ye’s entire body began to burn with golden-white fire, and like a god of flame, he slowly levitated into the air.

"Protect? Hahaha... Today, you must die. I will ensure you are obliterated without a trace." His voice was cold as snow, and the heavy killing intent made even Weevil shudder.

"Hmph! I am the son of Whitebeard! If you want to defeat me, then come!" Weevil slammed his naginata into the ground and forced himself to take a step forward, his aura rising. Even so, he remained a tier below Xuan Ye’s overwhelming Haoshoku.

"Crack... crack..." Violet-red lightning struck from the sky. Above and below, the two locked eyes. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and Xuan Ye’s figure vanished.

"Swish..." Abruptly, like a phantom, Xuan Ye appeared ferociously before Weevil. His right leg, wreathed in golden-white flames, swung with immense force and a whistling sound, aiming a brutal kick at Weevil’s head.

In a flash, defying the laws of physics, Weevil’s massive frame shifted. His left hand turned pitch-black, and he unleashed a white shockwave, slamming it against Xuan Ye’s leg.

"Bang..." A burst of air pressure swept out, and the ground beneath them collapsed, forming a chaotic, massive crater in an instant.

Weevil slid sideways, forced back nearly ten meters. As for Xuan Ye, he flipped in the air and landed on the shattered ground, his expression dark.

"A Devil Fruit!" There was no mistake. This guy was a Devil Fruit user as well, for at the moment of impact, Xuan Ye had clearly felt a massive shockwave.

The sky roared and the earth crumbled. With a few meters between them, both stood ready, their expressions grave.

Without a word, Xuan Ye cracked his neck. His eyes turned golden-white, and his waist-length hair began to undulate as if made of living flame.

Surrounded by fire, Xuan Ye stepped forward slowly. With every step, his body underwent a transformation.

"One Hundred Million Degrees: Divinity."

He muttered the words, the ground exploded, and in the blink of an eye, Xuan Ye vanished from his spot.