"Put away your killing intent. What are you trying to do to him?"
Itachi Uchiha stood upright, a katana strapped to his back. The stern-faced Uchiha Ninja, with two tear troughs beneath his eyes, appeared behind Uchiha Bingwei and shouted coldly.
Itachi Uchiha's appearance here had merely been a coincidence. But seeing someone bully a child, openly release killing intent, and use spiritual pressure to oppress a child—along with the fact that he had an adorable younger brother, Sasuke—Itachi Uchiha could not help but feel displeased. He immediately appeared behind Uchiha Bingwei.
He blocked the killing intent coming from Neji Hyuga.
Yet the instant he blocked the killing intent for Uchiha Bingwei, Bingwei's scalp went numb, every hair on his body stood on end, and his mind seemed to come under the gaze of an abyss. That gaze became countless tangible needles, stabbing every pore across his body with pain.
Neji Hyuga was like an abyssal Hell, provoking Itachi Uchiha's instinctive resistance to danger.
The moment his eyes met Neji Hyuga's Byakugan, its veins bulging, Itachi Uchiha saw an abyss—a blood prison, the dark horror of sinking into a bottomless chasm.
Faced with Neji Hyuga, Itachi Uchiha was instinctively provoked into opening his Sharingan. The three tomoe spun madly. Just as they were about to connect and transform into the Mangekyō Sharingan, he came to his senses and stopped it. He stared fixedly at Neji Hyuga with his three-tomoe Sharingan and forced out in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
Itachi Uchiha felt his heart pound in alarm.
When had the Hyuga Clan produced such a monster? Merely releasing killing intent made him feel fear and chill, forcing his Sharingan into autonomous resistance. It had nearly transformed to confront him.
"Neji Hyuga," Neji Hyuga replied blandly.
He had only intended