That laugh was unbearably grating.
Even Killer B couldn't help glaring at him in anger. "You laughing at your daddy?"
"Hahaha—uh?"
Pu Shi's laughter cut off abruptly.
He glanced at Killer B, his shovel-shaped face full of fury.
How dare he speak to the noble Ōtsutsuki Clan like that?
He couldn't beat Uchiha Jin, so he had no choice but to put up with the humiliation.
But now some little octopus monster dared to laugh at him?
Without another word, Pu Shi's Sharingan changed again!
His previously feeble, near-death state immediately recovered considerably!
He didn't attack. He simply turned to Uchiha Jin and shouted furiously:
"Let me absorb him! Let me absorb him! Once I've drained him, you can refine me again!"
That was right. This was Otsutsuki Puushiki's scheme—or strategy, if you wanted to call it that.
After speaking, he turned to Killer B, a trace of relish and resentment in his eyes.
It was as if he were saying, You were laughing, weren't you? You were mocking me, weren't you?
Come on! Keep going!
Future Sasuke covered his face. He could barely stand to watch.
If he hadn't seen it for himself, who would ever believe it?
A guy like this was actually a top-tier boss from their timeline!
And he'd turned their world upside down!
Jiraiya's mouth twitched too. He'd never expected the legendary, noble Ancestor of Chakra—the Ōtsutsuki Clan—to be like this.
How was this any different from some lowlife getting beaten up in a street fight and calling over his big brother?
Was the only difference that the other guy wasn't as pale as he was?
Or not as tall?
Or not as thin?
Killer B was dumbfounded by the sight.
Wait, man?
Did you even know which of us was the enemy and which