A massive reversal in air pressure slammed the castle gates open.
Kaido gathered his aura, trying to locate Whitebeard's presence—but failed.
What?! I can't sense him?!
Big Mom was equally stunned.
She snatched a soldier who had been knocked over and roared,
"Where is he?!"
"He's still at sea... 100 miles away!"
"What?!"
He was a hundred miles away… and he'd already shaken Whole Cake Island?
Both emperors stood frozen in shock.
But it had to be true. Neither of them could feel Whitebeard's current position.
Kaido's body expanded rapidly, then morphed into his Azure Dragon form, launching into the sky.
At last, through the roiling pressure waves, he saw the source of the tremors.
Far in the distance—nearly a hundred miles out—he spotted the shadow of a lone ship.
Kaido's expression darkened.
"Linlin! It's Whitebeard—he's really here! I see that old bastard's ship!"
Big Mom's face twisted with fury as she looked toward her collapsing castle.
"Is that so?! Then what the hell are we waiting for? If he punches again, Cake Island will be completely destroyed!"
Her castle—like most of her structures—was made of delicate sweets.
The thing she feared most was vibration.
That one punch had already reduced 20% of the island's buildings to rubble. Her favorite castle was visibly tilting.
But what truly disturbed her was how Whitebeard had bypassed all defenses.
They hadn't even noticed him arrive.
What they didn't know… was that Whitebeard's current strength had advanced far beyond their comprehension.
Within a hundred-mile radius, if he could sense your position—
He could use his Gura Gura no Mi (Tremor-Tremor Fruit) to launch a devastating long-range strike.
He'd named this move: Space Shock.
An ultra-long-range assassination technique.
Perospero and Katakuri rushed in behind Big Mom, while other officers converged on Cake Island after receiving the emergency alert.
At the same time, the Three Calamities of the Beasts Pirates also sprang into action.
King the Wildfire transformed into his massive Pteranodon form, wreathed in flames, soaring toward Whitebeard at high speed.
He was the fastest among them.
Meanwhile, aboard Whitebeard's ship...
"Marco, stay here," Whitebeard said, a cruel grin spreading across his face.
"I'm going to enjoy myself."
He casually tossed his naginata to the ground.
The moment that expression crossed his face, it meant one thing:
Whitebeard was going all out.
And in the past decade, no one had drawn that from him.
Now reborn in a young body, he'd waited for this moment for a long time.
BOOM.
The ship rocked violently.
Marco blinked—and Whitebeard was gone.
He had leapt over a thousand meters into the air, hurling himself like a cannonball.
The hundred-mile distance? Gone in an instant.
"Sheesh... even powered up, he's still terrifying," Marco muttered, black lines forming on his face as he watched the tsunami swell behind him.
The people on Cake Island are not going to enjoy this.
BOOM!!
Whitebeard landed with explosive force on the island's coast.
Flames roared upward.
He glanced up to see King flapping above him.
"Hey, birdie. Enjoy standing over this old man's head?"
King was too stunned to respond.
Whitebeard? Rejuvenated?
Wasn't this guy on his deathbed not long ago?!
He spun around, trying to report the news to Kaido—
But a voice thundered in his ears.
"The old man's talking to you, brat. Leaving before you answer? Not very polite."
A pulse of shock burst through the air.
King's pupils dilated in terror—then he was engulfed in blinding white light, hurled straight toward the center of the island.
Everything in his path shattered—buildings, walls, even air.
Anyone caught near the path simply bled out through their orifices before the vibration even touched them.
Big Mom's brow furrowed.
She reached forward instinctively—only to find a white sphere forming in her palm.
"This is—?!"
Before she could finish, the ball slammed into her, launching her through several buildings.
Katakuri's eyes widened as the smoke cleared.
"That's King! Whitebeard blasted him across the island like a toy!"
"What?!" someone shouted. "Isn't Whitebeard still a hundred miles away?!"
Kaido, now in dragon form, looked horrified.
Even if he didn't want to believe it, only Whitebeard could play this kind of "ball game."
He's not just stronger. He's monstrous.
Kaido lashed his tail, accelerating through the air.
And then he saw it—the figure that haunted his worst memories.
"Whitebeard... it really is you!"
"Yo, brat. I spared your life for your country's sake once. But now?
Since you're still standing here… get ready to die."
Whitebeard raised his hand.
The entire space twisted.
Half of Cake Island tilted at a horrifying angle.
Kaido, suspended in the sky, suddenly dropped uncontrollably.
But he wasn't new to this.
He'd fought Whitebeard many times before.
Before hitting the ground, he shifted fully into his dragon form and charged, roaring—
"RAIMEI HAKKE!!" (Thunder Bagua!)
He swung his kanabo with all his might.
But Whitebeard didn't even blink.
He threw a single punch.
Haki? Please.
You call that Haki, boy?
Let me show you the power of the gods.
One punch.
One swing.
They collided.
The sky shattered.
Waves rolled back into the sea from the sheer pressure.
The ground fractured.
Clouds split in half.
Kaido's eyes went wide in disbelief.
The bones inside his body cracked audibly.
His kanabo—shattered.
THUD.
Kaido crashed to his knees.
Blood surged from his mouth and pooled beneath him.
Why can't I move...?
Move… MOVE, damn it!
But the more he struggled…
The faster his body collapsed.
Whitebeard looked down at Kaido, who had collapsed on the ground, and said indifferently:
"Don't bother struggling. I'm no longer someone you can resist.
The power of my vibration didn't dissipate externally—it entered your body, carried by my Haki.
When your organs and meridians are completely ruptured, not even the best doctor can save you."
The power of the Gura Gura no Mi (Tremor-Tremor Fruit) was terrifying in itself.
But now, Whitebeard had chosen an Earth-type Divine Law after merging with the divine realm—making his vibrations even more devastating.
Techniques he couldn't use before were now not only possible, but perfected.
The Four Emperors had been left behind ever since the gods descended.
The era had changed.
Kaido didn't understand Whitebeard's words—he simply writhed in place.
But each movement only worsened the trauma inside him.
In a matter of moments, blood poured from his heart, and his internal organs—ravaged by the vibrating force—ceased to function entirely.
One of the Four Emperors... Kaido of the Beasts...
Was dead.
"Big... Big Bro?! What did you do to my brother, Whitebeard?!"
Queen broke into a cold sweat the moment he realized something was wrong.
There was no more sound from Kaido.
Could it be...?
No, it couldn't be...
Just thinking about it terrified him.
They had only just clashed. Even if Kaido wasn't as powerful as Whitebeard, he couldn't have died that fast.
There had to be a mistake.
"A couple of deluded fools," Whitebeard sneered.
"Now that you know Kaido's dead—what are you still standing there for?"
He threw two casual punches.
Boom! Boom!
Queen and Jack the Drought were both blasted into the sky, blood spraying from their mouths.
Even awakened Zoan users were nothing in front of Whitebeard now.
He marched forward without resistance.
Anyone who got in his way...
Died.
One punch split the sky.
Another shattered the ground.
He was like a war god, leaving destruction in his wake.
By the time Big Mom staggered to her feet—supported by her sons—Whitebeard was already standing in front of her.
The entire island was cloaked in smoke and fire.
Countless soldiers had died in an instant.
Half of Whole Cake Island had already sunk into the sea.
"Where's Kaido?! Why is Whitebeard here?! Did he run away?!"
Big Mom's voice was hoarse with rage and disbelief.
He promised to fight beside me…
And now he's gone?
Perospero, still trembling, whispered:
"Mama... Kaido is dead...
His body... it's on the coast..."
"What did you say?! That's impossible! Kaido doesn't die—he's unkillable!"
Big Mom grabbed her son by the collar and pulled him close, her eyes wild.
But the fear in Perospero's expression said everything.
Kaido's death had left a deep scar in his heart.
And it reminded her—
Whitebeard had returned to his prime.
His strength was now beyond anything they'd imagined.
Perhaps... the era of her Totto Land was over too.
Katakuri calmly adjusted his scarf beside her and stepped forward.
"Mama, you should run.
With Brother Perospero's help, there's still time to escape into the sea.
I'll hold him off."
Then he turned to face Whitebeard.
"Stop right there, you old monster...!!"
Katakuri activated his Mochi-Mochi Fruit's Awakening ability.
His arm rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant mace, spinning with brutal force.
This was his strongest technique.
If this couldn't hurt Whitebeard, then...
He wouldn't survive the next second.
At least let me buy Mom some time.
That was his only thought.
But reality was cruel.
Whitebeard reached out with one hand.
Caught him effortlessly.
His Haki surged.
Katakuri's Devil Fruit ability was instantly nullified.
"You're brave. For that, I'll let you live."
And with that...
Whitebeard slammed Katakuri into the ground like a ragdoll.
BOOM.
The impact echoed across the entire island.
Katakuri's eyes rolled back.
His limbs twitched.
He was out cold.
No fancy powers.
No Devil Fruit tricks.
Just raw Haki and unmatched strength.
Whitebeard crushed one of the most powerful commanders of the Four Emperors...
With a single throw.
He looked up.
Big Mom was already fleeing toward the coast, with Perospero dragging her along.
She looked like a frightened dog.
"Shame.
You have such a loyal son... and yet you never cherished him."
"Then die together—with your island."
Whitebeard took a deep breath and clenched his right fist.
A surge of azure blue vibration crackled around it.
The entire island began to tremble—screaming under the pressure.
"By the will of the gods—
I sentence your nation, Charlotte Linlin,
to be destroyed."
The gigantic sphere of light erupted from his fist—
It engulfed half the island instantly, expanding further by the second.
It wasn't a battle anymore.
It was a divine execution.