Your Power? That's It? Not Even Close!

Sarutobi Hiruzen had no choice.

Behind him was Konoha, and he was the Hokage.

Retreat was a word that did not exist in his dictionary.

"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"

He ignited every drop of chakra within his body. What erupted from his throat was no longer mere flame, but a ferocious, gargantuan dragon composed of magma and searing fire!

The ruins of the office were instantly vaporized, the scorching heat waves distorting the air. The roaring fire dragon opened its massive maw, swearing to burn this madman who dared to desecrate a legend into nothingness!

This was the peak strike of the "Professor of Ninjutsu," powerful enough to level a small mountain.

Yet, facing an attack that could melt almost anything, that man—the "Uchiha Madara" played by Lin Feng—simply stood still.

He did not even lower the arms he had crossed over his chest.

"Hmph, the monkey's fire is still as lukewarm as ever."

A whisper of disdain.

At the very instant before that world-destroying fire dragon could touch the hem of his robe.

Four words were spat indifferently from his lips.

"Shinra Tensei."

Hum—

The sounds of the world seemed to be sucked away in that moment.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling display of light.

An invisible, intangible, yet unreasonably brutal repulsive force exploded outward, centered on his body!

The massive fire dragon, capable of incinerating an entire city block, hit that force and stopped dead in its tracks, like a wild bull slamming into a transparent mountain.

Immediately after, under the horrified gaze of Sarutobi Hiruzen and all the Anbu, the scene unfolded.

The gargantuan fire dragon was compressed, twisted, and folded inward by an irresistible power...

Finally, with a soft "pop," like a water balloon pricked by a mischievous child, it dissolved into sparks that scattered across the sky and flickered out, powerless.

But this was merely the beginning.

That unseen force did not pause for a second, continuing to surge outward with frantic intensity!

"No!" Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyes nearly split from their sockets. He wanted to warn his subordinates behind him, but it was already too late.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A series of dull, bone-crushing sounds echoed.

The eleven Anbu elites, who had been brimming with killing intent just moments ago, were as fragile as paper before the repulsive force. Struck by that unstoppable power, they didn't even have time to groan. One by one, they vomited blood, shattered the remaining walls and ceilings, and were sent flying in every direction, losing consciousness instantly.

Rumble—

The entire Hokage building groaned in agony under the force. Countless cracks spread from beneath "Madara's" feet, covering the entire structure like a spiderweb in an instant.

Sarutobi Hiruzen used every ounce of his strength to drive his feet into the floor, yet he was still pushed back step by step. The hard stone floor was plowed into two deep trenches beneath his feet, and the bones in his legs groaned under the unbearable strain.

He looked up, his clouded eyes filled with nothing but thick, impenetrable disbelief.

Was this... Madara's power?

With a single move, without even moving his hands, he had dismantled his signature Fire Style and crippled the elite Konoha Anbu he was so proud of!

This was not a battle on the same dimension!

The repulsive force dissipated, and dust filled the air.

"Uchiha Madara" slowly lowered his arms from his chest. The three-foot radius around his feet was the only part of the floor left unscathed.

"Is this your answer, little monkey?" he asked indifferently. "To try and amuse me with this level of dance... it is far too boring."

Sarutobi Hiruzen clutched his agonizing chest, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He stared fixedly at the man. "What... what exactly are you trying to do?"

He was shocked, but his mind as Hokage was still functioning.

This person possessed such terrifying power, yet he hadn't dealt a killing blow immediately.

His goal was definitely not simple destruction!

"What am I doing?"

Lin Feng felt a slight sense of relief internally. The first wave of head-on confrontation had concluded perfectly, with explosive results.

While maintaining the cold, lofty tone of Madara, he racked his brain to think of the next line.

He couldn't just say, "I'm here for the Eye of the Moon Plan, everyone line up for the genjutsu," could he? That would be too stupid and wouldn't fit the gravitas of this moment.

He needed a reason—one that fit the persona, could make the other side shut up for a moment, and could lead into the subsequent plot.

Got it! Madara's obsession!

He took two steps forward, surveying the office that had been reduced to ruins, a hint of faint disappointment in his tone, as if he were a traveler returning home only to find it in shambles.

"I have merely returned to see what has become of the village that Hashirama and I built together."

He walked to the shattered window, looking down at Konoha Village, which remained prosperous yet was beginning to stir with unrest, his voice hauntingly low.

"The result... is sickening."

"Ninjas are no longer warriors fighting to protect their beliefs; they have become a pack of politicians scurrying about in power struggles. This so-called peace is built upon false compromises and endless conspiracies."

"And the Uchiha, the glory of my clan, seem to have been forgotten in the corners of this village."

Every word of this statement was like a poisoned steel needle, piercing deeply into the heart of Sarutobi Hiruzen!

Sarutobi Hiruzen's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He could not refute it.

Because it was all the truth! The infighting among the higher-ups for the sake of power balance, the suspicion and exclusion of the Uchiha clan... these were all dark realities that existed, and which he had tacitly permitted!

"You..."

"Shut up."

Madara interrupted him coldly, "I have no interest in hearing your excuses. I did not come here to play house with a brat like you."

He looked down at the village below, his Rinnegan filled with complex and inscrutable emotions.

"I have only come to announce one thing."

Sarutobi Hiruzen and the few Anbu struggling to rise from the ruins in the distance all held their breath.

"This world needs to be reshaped. Order needs to be rebuilt."

"From this day forward, let Asura guide the direction of your path."

As soon as his voice fell, a cold and powerful surge of chakra approached rapidly from outside the Hokage building!

This chakra... it's Danzo! Sarutobi Hiruzen felt a jolt in his heart, thinking, This is bad.

An old man leaning on a cane, his right eye wrapped in bandages and his face sinister, appeared amidst the ruins of the office using the Body Flicker Technique, accompanied by several Root ninjas whose presence felt as lifeless as the dead.

"Sarutobi! What on earth has happened?"

The newcomer was none other than Shimura Danzo. The moment he appeared, his single eye locked firmly onto the figure standing at the window.

When he caught sight of that Warring States-era armor—long thought to have vanished—and that iconic, wild hair, even his perpetually cold and unmoving face showed a trace of uncontrollable shock.

"Uchiha... Madara?"

"Oh? Another rat hiding in the dark corners has arrived."

Madara slowly turned around, his magnificent purple Rinnegan meeting Danzo's exposed single eye with calm indifference.

Danzo felt his heart shudder violently, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

But he was, after all, a ruthless mastermind who had spent his entire life playing with conspiracies and darkness; his resolve was far beyond that of an ordinary man, and he quickly steadied himself, letting out a cold sneer.

"Playing god! Uchiha Madara died long ago at the Valley of the End! Do you think a fraud like you can deceive my eyes?"

The Root ninjas behind him scattered instantly, each expressionless like a puppet, the short blades in their hands glinting with the eerie light of poison as they subtly formed a new encirclement.

Sarutobi Hiruzen groaned inwardly.

Danzo's personality would only cause the already dire situation to slide completely into the abyss!

However, upon hearing this, Madara did not get angry; instead, he laughed.

It was a laugh that saw through all the petty tricks of an ant, filled with endless mockery.

"Your eyes?"

His voice carried a hint of amusement, his gaze seeming to pierce through layers of obstruction to land on the thick bandages covering Danzo's face.

"Are you referring to... that Sharingan hidden beneath the bandages, which does not belong to you at all?"

As these words were spoken.

The sneer, the malice, the disdain... every expression on Shimura Danzo's face froze instantly.

He was struck as if by lightning, standing rigid in place, his face showing a mixture of shock and terror for the first time—even more uncomposed than Sarutobi Hiruzen had been moments before.

His greatest secret, his trump card for survival, his biggest reliance in coveting the position of Hokage!

This man...

How could he possibly know?!