Even the wind in the Forest of Death carried the scorching remnants of chakra. The ravine carved open by the Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion still hissed with white smoke, and the severed tree roots bore traces of having been burned completely to charcoal.
What... what a terrifying strike...
Kusa Ninja Jia stood frozen, half his face stinging from the blast. Even the snake-like hiss he wanted to release caught in his throat—he could not stop coughing up blood.
When that silver-white blade of light swept past, he had thought he would be cleaved in two along with the forest.
He had never expected it.
Just a brush with that energy.
And he was already gravely injured.
The severely injured Kusa Ninja Jia suddenly opened his mouth. A pair of hands reached out from inside, tore him open, and a soaking-wet Kusa Ninja Jia crawled out. Although he had recovered, Qingwu keenly noticed that the flame of his life had grown much weaker.
Qingwu dusted off the hem of his clothes, turned, and leaned against the tree trunk that was still barely standing. The silver radiance of his tenseigan faded, but the pale blue markings on his face had yet to disappear completely, lending him an air of casual menace. "Good, as long as you understand."
He glanced at Kusa Ninja Jia and said lazily, "Don't bother with any pathetic tricks. Otherwise, I might decide this show is boring and take the stage myself to tear it down."
Hyuga Seigo, you really are terrifying.
Is this the tenseigan mentioned in the intelligence?! To think the Hyuga Clan's Byakugan could evolve into something this powerful.
"Yes, yes!" Kusa Ninja Jia hurriedly replied, his voice trembling even more than when he had flicked out his tongue earlier. Not a trace remained of the