Uchiha Madara crossed his arms!
He looked arrogantly at Uchiha Jin just like that. "Junior, make your move!"
Clearly.
Madara possessed the attitude of an elder watching a junior perform at this moment, not believing for a second that Uchiha Jin had the capability to threaten him.
Yet hearing these words caused the corners of Uchiha Jin's mouth to twitch frantically.
Good grief!
It was one thing to act cool in front of ordinary people, but now he even dared to act cool in front of him?
He should at least look at Senju Hashirama's reaction; he was Senju Hashirama himself, after all, and he was still willing to place his trust in someone!
Oh well, never mind!
It was useless to bicker with Uchiha Madara about this now. Since Madara dared to put on such an airs, he just hoped the latter wouldn't regret it later.
With that thought, he immediately raised the Zanpakutō high.
Hado #90: Kurohitsugi!
Surging spiritual pressure gathered on Uchiha Jin's Zanpakutō.
Accompanied by his swing, boundless spiritual pressure suddenly crashed down.
The air within a radius of thirty zhang seemed to be instantly evacuated, and then the earth surrounding Uchiha Madara tore apart as the entire space was dyed in an ink-black hue.
Almost in an instant.
Six pitch-black barriers rose silently, closed in, and transformed into a huge coffin that completely sealed him within.
There was no light inside the coffin, no wind...
Only countless black blades condensed from spiritual pressure manifested simultaneously within the dark Kurohitsugi, surging like a torrential rain in reverse, like ten thousand intersecting swords.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Endless black blades pierced and slashed from every direction, attempting to completely shred Uchiha Madara inside the Kurohitsugi.
Uchiha Madara: "..."
At this moment, he wore a baffled expression.
What on