After Madara stomped Bishop Lin into a pulp, Spirit Hall's lackeys lost their backbone and scattered in all directions, while Spirit Hall's Golden Generation had long since vanished without a trace.
Madara did not care about that in the slightest. He had even deliberately let them go.
The three of them had even better talent than the Shrek Seven Devils before they consumed the Immortal Grade herbs. Killing them now would truly be a pity!
Only when the seeds of hatred Madara had planted in their hearts took root and sprouted, eventually raising three vicious wolves that chose their prey and turned to bare their claws at Madara, would it be time to reap the final harvest.
This was the wolf-raising strategy Madara had devised simply because he was far too bored!
As for whether Madara would be devoured by the vicious wolves he had raised, he had more than enough resolve. If he could not even suppress the wolves he had trained himself, then being destroyed by them would only be natural!
The reason Madara had slashed Yan's face to humiliate him was so that they would never forget this disgrace for the rest of their lives. As for why Yan was the unlucky one, who told him to act so arrogantly toward Madara before?
Thinking of the stormy hatred hidden beneath Yan's calm gaze before he left, Madara felt that the results had indeed been rather good.
I hope you won't disappoint me! Madara gazed toward the direction in which Spirit Hall's Golden Generation had departed and silently thought.
After packing his things, Madara left the campsite without the slightest attachment and hurried toward the location of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Lotus, which he had found by searching through those Soul Masters' memories with genjutsu. The snow