Slaughter nine million, and stand supreme among heroes

Kangetsu watched all this, her gaze sweeping lightly across the mountain of corpses Blood Sea before finally settling on Uzumaki Ziyan!

"The ultimate victor of this war will be only one person, and that is me, Uchiha Kangetsu. This battle has brought together nearly half of the ninja clans from the entire Warring States Period, but in the end, they will all die here, die in this forest, die on this land!"

The Uzumaki Clan will be destroyed, the Hyuga Clan will be destroyed, and all the clans here, big and small, will be destroyed. This era is mine to rule, this era is mine to end. You are nothing but pawns in my hands, stepping stones beneath my feet!

Kangetsu stood high above, hands clasped behind his chest, his eyes cold yet domineering, like a supreme emperor, unfathomable. One could only silently guess at Kangetsu's divine will, but the profound aura emanating from him made everyone tremble!

This scene was earth-shattering, shaking the very souls of everyone present. As the strongest figures of this era, any one of them would have been a renowned figure during the Five Kage Era. Yet, as everyone watched this scene, a thunderous roar rose within them, and their expressions changed, their eyes revealing solemnity and shock.

Kangetsu looked at these people, and that was all.

However, at this moment, Uzumaki Ziyan of the Uzumaki Clan looked at Kangetsu with fear and trembling. But the hatred and anger in his heart made Uzumaki Ziyan roar with the power of his life, "All of this, all of this was done by you. Such a crazy killing, such a crazy slaughter. All of this is because of you, because of you, in just one day, nearly 1.5 million people have died. This! Are you even human?"

Uzumaki Ziyan looked at Uchiha Kangetsu, and these words instantly echoed throughout the entire battlefield. Everyone now understood the reason for their earlier madness. But everyone was filled with fear—fear of that high and mighty person!

Kangetsu's crimson eyes watched all this unfold, a cold smile playing on her lips, reflecting the deep-seated fear within her.

Looking at the people who seemed like ants, Kangetsu's eyes were filled with icy coldness as she said indifferently, "There are less than 100,000 people left? It seems the amount of medicine is still not enough. If the medicine were twenty times more potent, I estimate that these people's life force would be exhausted, and the battle just now would have been even more exciting."

However, the remaining 100,000 people are enough for my stage. The rest of you, don't worry. I'll send you to meet your comrades, and you can also witness my magnificent killing skills. What do you say?

Cold and indifferent, everyone stared in shock at Kangetsu, at the man who seemed to casually utter the words of murder, yet there were still 100,000 people here! And they also knew that the nearly two million people had died because of Kangetsu. How many more would he kill before he was satisfied?

A man should kill, and kill without mercy.

A legacy that will last for millennia lies in killing.

There once was a heroic young man, who valued loyalty and kept his promises.

A mere grudge can lead to murder; one's own life is lighter than a feather.

Then came the powerful and tyrannical, who slaughtered indiscriminately.

Three steps, one kill; the mind stops, but the hand never stops.

Blood flows like waves for ten thousand miles, corpses pile up like mountains a thousand fathoms high.

The brave warriors, weary from their battles, sleep soundly, their heads resting on the corpses of their enemies.

Even in dreams, he kills; his smiling face reflects the spring sunshine.

A man's duty is on the battlefield; his courage is like a bear's, and his eyes like a wolf's.

If I were born a man, I would kill; I would not allow a man's body to contain a woman's heart.

Men never fear death; even if they die at the hands of their enemies, they will laugh and accept the honor.

A hundred battlefields, each one a place where I wish to be green with wild grass.

Men, do not tremble, for I have a song for you to hear.

Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is heroism.

Slaughtering nine million makes one the most powerful of all.

A hero among heroes, but with different paths.

Having seen through the fame of benevolence and righteousness for a thousand years, I still strive to be a hero in this life.

He loves infamy more than a good reputation; he would kill millions without remorse.

I'd rather be hated by ten thousand people than have no one to curse me.

Looking across five thousand years of history, where is there a hero who hasn't taken lives?