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Just as Wuchen had previously used Yasaka Magatama to ambush the Sand Village's supply unit, the same scene descended once again. The dazzling light instantly engulfed the entire battlefield, mercilessly reaping the lives of the Sand Village shinobi.
Those fortunate enough to be killed instantly were truly blessed by the heavens. Those who were riddled with holes or directly dismembered died with faces full of unwillingness, their pupils dark, their expressions struggling. Their state of death gave one a feeling of being utterly ravaged.
"The heavens are vast, yet life is so fleeting."
Looking at the countless corpses of Sand Village shinobi on the ground, Wuchen murmured, his words sounding somewhat profound. Upon closer reflection, one could discern the philosophy embedded within them.
For Wuchen, there was no one left in this world who could contend with him one-on-one. The empty apex of existence was the direction he would pursue for the rest of his life.
"No matter what damned Ten-Tails or Uchiha Madara, anyone who blocks my path will only find death!"
His youthful face was filled with ferocity, and a violent aura, accompanied by a thick smell of blood, emanated from him. The chilling, dense killing intent could even cause people to hallucinate forests of corpses and piles of white bones.
By now, only the heavens knew how many people Wuchen had killed, and the killing intent accumulated throughout his body naturally grew by leaps and bounds.
"What an incredible jutsu!"
Uzumaki Kushina gasped involuntarily, seeing the Sand Village shinobi almost instantly wiped out. She couldn't help but tremble with fear at the thin, slender figure in the sky.
"Is that a Super S-rank Ninjutsu? How come I've never heard of the Uchiha clan having such a jutsu…"
Jiraiya also looked grimly at the scattered corpses. The golden light bullet's range had included him, but it hadn't hit him or any Konoha shinobi, indicating Wuchen had done it intentionally.
In other words, if Wuchen had wanted to, the Konoha shinobi might also have become sacrificial victims alongside the Sand Village shinobi in that instant.
"No, this brat is definitely not as simple as he appears. The Uchiha clan's ninjutsu doesn't involve this kind of golden ninjutsu, and this seems to be a type of taijutsu." Jiraiya was indeed Jiraiya. With his sharp eye, he instantly saw through Wuchen's façade, proving that his title as one of the "Three Sannin" was not for show.
"But… if this kid's ninjutsu isn't Uchiha's, where did it come from…? He created it himself? What a joke!"
Jiraiya instantly felt his thought was utterly idiotic. If the move just now was something Wuchen created himself, Jiraiya would rather believe he was a god descended from heaven…
"I… will… kill… you!!!"
Seeing his side's shinobi annihilated by Wuchen in a single move, with barely one in a thousand left, blood flowing like rivers, and not a single one of the thousands of ninja corpses on the ground able to stand, the Fourth Kazekage immediately flew into a rage, his eyes almost bursting. He furiously slashed towards Wuchen's direction.
The problem was, Wuchen was in the sky, and he couldn't reach him…
"Empty words are useless, Fourth Kazekage. You'd better sign the truce agreement obediently, otherwise, not only you, but even your Land of Wind might not survive."
Jiraiya blocked the Fourth Kazekage's path. Looking at the ferocious Fourth Kazekage, he warned coldly, "Do you know why your Sand Village supply unit hasn't arrived after all this time…?"
"My apologies, five days ago, they were all annihilated by me. As for the little raccoon's condition, I'm not sure, but with such vigorous vitality, it shouldn't be dead…"
Wuchen smiled as he looked at the Fourth Kazekage.
"Did you do it?"
The Fourth Kazekage's forehead instantly bulged with veins. He gritted his teeth and said, full of hatred towards Wuchen.
"Who knows."
Shrugging his shoulders, Wuchen neither admitted nor denied it, but the mocking curve of his lips clearly implied, Yes, it was me, and what can you do, clinging to life as you are now?
"You!!!"
The Fourth Kazekage roared in fury, a mouthful of old blood uncontrollably spewing out. His body was already swaying, showing signs of collapsing at any moment, as powerless as a willow branch.
"By the way, I have another piece of news for you. Your Sand Village… might be finished too!"
"Whoosh!"
Just then, a black shuriken suddenly flew at him, its target locked onto Wuchen.
"There's always a fish that slipped through the net trying to ambush me."
Sighing, Wuchen looked at the sharp dagger, but merely smiled faintly. He didn't dodge or evade, his face full of leisure, his contemptuous gaze clearly disregarding the dagger, treating it as nothing.
"Be careful, get out of the way!"
The first to warn Wuchen wasn't anyone else, but Uzumaki Kushina, who had previously had grievances with him. This surprised Wuchen. He stared at the sharp kunai, his scorn vanishing in an instant, his eyes then returning to their usual placid state.
"Whoosh!"
The black kunai passed through Wuchen's head, but there was no burst of brains. The moment the kunai pierced Wuchen's head, only a golden light flashed, and then the kunai passed right through.
This bizarre scene left everyone wide-eyed.
"Where did this kid get so many strange ninjutsu…" Jiraiya naturally saw everything Wuchen had just demonstrated, and couldn't help but feel envious.
"Rasa, how is your body?"
While everyone's attention was focused on Wuchen, Chiyo quickly flashed beside the Fourth Kazekage. Seeing his deeply sunken chest, her face instantly turned ashen.
Her cloudy eyes scanned the surroundings, secretly vigilant. Sand Village had suffered heavy losses; its elite shinobi were annihilated by Wuchen in a single move. Now, only the two of them remained…