The chakra inside Lin Mu was burning and condensing at a furious pace.
One wooden spear after another appeared in his hands, only to be hurled forward an instant later with terrifying strength.
Whoosh-
Whoosh-whoosh-
The spears flew at incredible speed. Even a glancing hit tore away a large chunk of flesh.
"Aaaaaah! How is this possible?"
"I don't want to die! I still don't want to die!"
"We were only following orders! Please spare our lives!"
"Monster! Monster! You're a monster!"
Cries of terror, pleas for mercy, and curses rang out without end.
Any enemy ahead whom the wood dragon caught was crushed beneath it.
As for those fleeing in different directions or the faster jonin, Lin Mu shot them down with spears.
Ding! Congratulations, host! You have killed an upper-tier chunin. Reward: 80 gold coins. Ding! Congratulations, host! You have killed a lower-tier jonin ×1. Reward: 300 gold coins. Ding! Congratulations, host! You have killed a middle-tier jonin ×1. Reward: 400 gold coins.
A string of notifications kept ringing out, and by now, Lin Mu was consumed by bloodlust.
Who knew how many dark deeds these lackeys of Shimura Danzō had committed, or how many innocent lives they had taken?
And now, of all people, they had come after him.
Then I'll slaughter every last one of them!
"Die!"
Lin Mu roared, narrowing his eyes as he aimed at the fastest figure ahead.
A spear appeared in his hand. His chakra surged wildly into it, strengthening it as much as possible to give it even greater piercing power.
"Drop dead!"
With chakra coating the soles of his feet, Lin Mu planted himself firmly on the wood dragon's head. He spun once, then hurled the spear forward with all his strength.
Whoosh!
The shrill sound of