When Madara silently returned to the Shrek Academy, he found that Grandmaster was packing his luggage, looking like he was going to leave as soon as possible.
"Are you leaving?" Although Madara's words were a question, his tone was extremely determined.
"Since you know Clear Sky Douluo, you should also understand the grudge between the Tang Family and Spirit Hall! Spirit Hall will never let Xiao San go. I'm going to find a way out for him!" Grandmaster packed his luggage without looking back, as if he had already expected Madara's arrival.
"Before I fall, no one can hurt Xiao San!" Madara just leaned at the door and watched Grandmaster pack his bags, his calm tone seemed to be stating a fact.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your lover?" Madara asked with a raised eyebrow.
Grandmaster's movements were obvious, and then he tried his best to hide his unnaturalness. "Forget it! It's not like I won't come back!"
There's a problem!
Grandmaster is gone. As for where exactly he went? Madara didn't know and didn't ask! Grandmaster said he would try his best to find a way out for Tang San. There is no doubt about this!
As for how to make Spirit Hall, the overlord of the entire continent, give up the pursuit of Tang San, it depends on Grandmaster's ability!
But before that, the safety of Tang San had been handed over to Madara!
This was the last match of the Heaven Dou sub-field. After the Shrek Academy finished, he stayed in the field to participate in the award ceremony hosted by Xue Ye himself.
"Grandmaster, has left!" Madara said truthfully to the returning teachers and students of the Shrek Academy.
As for what to do when you leave? They Shrek people already know this!
However, under Madara's observation, Liu Erlong seemed to be slightly abnormal, and his whole body was filled with a terrifying low pressure, which made everyone stay away for fear of suffering.
Even though they represented Shrek Academy and completed an unprecedented 12-game winning streak in the history of mainland China, they were not so happy about it, but rather frowned upon.
Because the storm is coming!
Madara put down the last sharpened Kunai, and took off the scythe and War Fan that never left his body from behind. In front of him were various ninja tools neatly arranged in rows and rows.
Madara suppressed his rising aura of terror. What he was sharpening was not the ninja tool but himself! The original him is slowly waking up in his current body.
With each sharpening of the knife, Madara's fighting and killing intent would become larger and purer. The man who once stood on the top of the mountains and despised the entire Shinobi World slowly walked towards this place, and got closer and closer.
Dai Mubai They were just standing outside Madara's gate, and they could already feel the thick scarlet aura that seemed to be suppressing something coming out of Madara's back.
"As far as I know, Brother Madara has only sharpened his knife so carefully twice!" Oscar lay down by the door and swallowed. Even with his strong body, he felt a little cold for no reason.
"When?" The fat man put his plump head on top of Oscar's head and asked pretending to be calm.
"Once was when I met Titan Giant Ape! Once was when I was fighting against Dugu Bo!" Dai Mubai answered this question for Oscar in a very serious tone.
"Is the matter really that serious?" Dai Mubai walked in with a few people, but as soon as he stepped in, he felt as if his body suddenly sank, as if he had stepped into Gravity Domain.
The beast that has been sleeping in Madara's body for so many years is gradually waking up, activating himself and eager to try for the fierce battle that will follow.
This battle is inevitable, not only because of the responsibility as an older brother, but also because of the burning flame of excitement in Madara's body.
Madara slowly turned his head and did not turn on Sharingan. Those black and white eyes were full of indifference to life and disdain for all living things. "What do you think?"
Tang San did not arrive at this moment. At this time, he should have endured the severe criticism from Flender Liu Erlong and other teachers, and he could not escape at all for a while.
"We Seven Monsters are one, and we should also contribute if Tang San has something to do!" Zhu Zhuqing walked in with Xiao Wu and other girls at this time, and said righteously as he walked.
"Just you? Who do you think you are?" Madara sneered, and the aura that seemed to be hiding something was released without any scruples, making everyone feel as if they were immersed in an illusion like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
In his ears were the cries of the dying people, and in front of his eyes was the lingering resentment. It was as if the air here had become thicker, with a strange sweet smell of blood.
In this scarlet world with a blood moon hanging high, a demon holding a scythe and War Fan slowly approached them with a bloody smile. In spite of their helplessness and even pleading, he swung down the scythe of death and slit their throats.
Who do you think you are?
Madara's words were like thunder exploding in their ears. The bodies of everyone present felt as if they had been struck by lightning and became paralyzed. Even moving a finger became extremely difficult.
They all underestimated Madara, thinking that just because their strength had improved, their cooperation was more tacit, and they had more people, they could stop Madara?
Are you kidding me? That is Uchiha Madara who can be the enemy of the entire world and defeat it! The man who made the whole world taste pain!
"Go back and have a good rest tonight! All you can do is stop Xiao San for me!" Madara said lightly, letting everyone struggle out of the illusion of having their throats cut by the man in front of them. Everyone took a few steps back and looked at Madara with a shocked look on his face, who didn't even move and was just sharpening his knife.
The clanging sound of sharpening sickles seemed to resound in everyone's hearts. This was the whisper of Asura's minions.
This time Shrek's people didn't say much anymore, but quietly retreated.
Is this the opponent I originally chose? It's no longer possible to describe him as terrifying!
Dai Mubai left at the end of the crowd. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at the blood-red shadow that cast a long shadow under the sunlight. He couldn't help but think rather self-deprecatingly.
Some ancient doors were slowly closed Dai Mubai with a creaking sound, and the last ray of light before the blood-like sunset disappeared in the courtyard.
"I once said that my Uchiha Madara brother, even a god, cannot move! Who moves? Then who will I kill?" Madara said to himself as he caressed the blood-red Kunai in his hand.
Madara doesn't want to experience the pain of losing a loved one again, that's why Madara pursues power so persistently.
Now, just like Shinobi World decades ago, someone has extended their claws to Madara's younger brother, so Madara has no choice but to chop them all into pieces!
Madara is wearing a blood-red Battle Armor. Not only the Storage Ring, but also the former ninja tool bag is neatly filled with ninja tools. The sickle and War Fan are pinned behind his back with a cold light. His hedgehog-like long hair and domineering face make him look extremely unruly.
The bright moon hanging high in the sky seems to be as white and flawless as the Bai Yu plate, crystal clear and translucent, but soon it will be stained with blood by such a night!
Just eat some appetizers tonight, and the real feast begins tomorrow on the way to the Spirit Hall!
So, how about trying some dessert before the meal?
The dark night is coming, wake up, it's time to hunt!