"Where is here?" Madara slowly opened his eyes and found that he was surrounded by a strange environment, and the old man named Kelder also disappeared.
It seems that the attack is not harsh enough! Madara thought secretly in his heart.
The old voice came from nowhere, but it echoed in Madara's ears, "Young man, now you are about to go through the test set by Asura God here! Go and kill as much as you like! I'm optimistic about you!"
Killing? I like this!
What Madara didn't notice was that his clear eyes were unknowingly stained with a few streaks of blood, which were particularly conspicuous even among the blood-red Tomoe Sharingan.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The sound of rumbling footsteps came in uniform order, and a group of elite soldiers who appeared to be fully armed shouted in order, approaching Madara step by step.
"Don't worry! I will kill you right now!" The corners of Madara's mouth turned up slightly, and fighting spirit appeared on his face unconsciously.
The next moment, Madara disappeared from the spot, and in the blink of an eye he was in the middle of the group of soldiers. Without hesitation, he turned the ninja weapon in his hand and started killing.
Each soldier fought desperately to resist, but in the face of Madara's monster-like power, everything was in vain.
Madara enjoyed the feeling of blood boiling all over his body. When he woke up, he realized that all his eyes were broken limbs and broken arms. There was no intact soldier on the bloody ground.
"Is that all?" Madara shouted unhappily and impatiently. He now felt that the hot blood all over his body was cheering for joy, and he could only cool it down with the life of his enemy.
Kelder's voice reached Madara's mind again, and he said rather gloatingly, "This is just the first step! Don't be happy too early!"
"Ho ho ho! Come on, I want to see what else I can do!" Madara's blood-colored eyes were so rich that they turned an abnormal deep red, and he sneered.
What Madara didn't notice was that the tone of his words unknowingly became extremely crazy, just like those Spirit Beast outside who only knew killing.
But soon, there were roars and dust flying in the distance, and a group of all kinds of Spirit Beast kicked up waves of dust and came towards here.
Asura God, nothing more than that!
Such an idea just flashed through Madara's mind, but he was soon dominated by that crazy killing intent. He laughed maniacally and charged forward with his weapon in hand.
Soon, after a burst of Bloodwind blood rain, Madara felt the power of blood continuously amplifying himself. The ground was covered with blood, and he looked up to the sky and screamed.
"Is this already under control? I think Asura God's assessment is too easy!" Kelder carefully observed Madara's reaction in the dark, and couldn't help but shook his head when he saw Madara's immersed in killing and unable to extricate himself.
"Keep going!" Madara fiercely cut the enemy in front of him into two pieces. There was no clarity in his eyes anymore, but incomparable madness, and he smiled arrogantly.
"Go! Go kill wantonly and dye this continent red with blood!" A faintly bewitching voice echoed in Madara's ears.
At this moment, Madara followed his own heart, and the murderous intention that had caused Bloodwind's bloody rain for decades in Shinobi World and had been practiced for more than ten years in the Douluo Continent burst out without reservation, and instantly transformed into the legendary Asura.
"Why don't you follow your own heart?" Madara's originally suppressed Sage Mode suddenly changed, and his bloody face became more ferocious, as if it were painted with real blood.
"Kill!" Madara only had this thought in his mind now. He looked at a city in the distance and rushed over without hesitation.
"I want to see who is next?" Madara only wanted one thing at this moment, and that was to kill until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
Just when Madara stood at the gate of the city and watched the people coming and going in the small town, the city's security forces also discovered him and swarmed out to surround him.
He is really weak and vulnerable!
Madara just watched indifferently as they surrounded him, then pulled out the red-stained Lian Dao and War Fan, and killed them.
But in a moment, the entire city seemed to have turned into a hell on earth. All the guards were killed, and ordinary people were running away in panic.
Madara walked step by step on the central street, his eyes filled with blood and no pupils could be seen.
"Oh! Mom!" cried a little girl who fell in the middle of the road, looking at the panicked crowd around her, looking for her mother who had just been separated from her.
This cry obviously attracted Madara's attention, so he walked over slowly, leaving a bloody footprint under his feet with every step he took.
When Madara stood in front of the little girl, a woman rushed over and hugged the little girl. Looking at the devil-like figure, her whole body trembled. "Mom is here! Don't be afraid, daughter!"
Madara remained unmoved, like a puppet controlled by murderous intent, mechanically and numbly raising his sickle dripping with blood.
At this time, Madara's consciousness had been pushed aside, and he could only watch this scene helplessly.
Did I gain power just to kill?
Madara's rock-steady hands began to tremble, and a struggling expression appeared on his face.
"No! No one can control me Uchiha Madara!" Madara's heart roared crazily, and the consciousness that had been pushed aside by murderous intent began to struggle violently again.
At this moment, Madara broke through the shackles of the originally accumulated murderous aura, completely controlled his blood energy, and truly became the unified soul.
"Is that so?" The moment Madara took control of his body, all illusions disappeared and shattered into pieces with a click like glass.
"I didn't expect you to pass!" Kelder looked at Madara with some surprise, not even a trace of murderous aura emanating from his body.
"The purpose of this assessment is not to test combat effectiveness!" Although Madara was asking, he still said firmly.
"That's right! The Lord God named it Heart's Trial!" Kelder nodded with a smile on his face.
"Asura God is not looking for lunatics who only know how to kill. There are many people like City of Slaughter, but no one has been recognized for so many years!" Kelder continued to explain.
"What he is looking for is someone who has a murderous heart, but can control his murderous intention and kill as he pleases, but is not a puppet who only knows how to kill!" Madara naturally continued what Kelder said.
"Yes! Obviously you passed! Congratulations!" Kelder clapped his hands and blessed.
The corner of Madara's mouth turned up slightly, and he said teasingly, "Then where is the other trial point? I think the game he made is quite fun!"
"You!" Kelder's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and the trace of goodwill he had finally shown towards Ben disappeared without a trace.
"Where's my reward?" Madara said matter-of-factly, without the slightest hint of politeness.
Why should I be polite when I have won something based on my ability?