Ah... ah...
The screams were endless, and the scent of blood spread through the air.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, more than a dozen people were dragged back before Uchiha Xia. By then, however, they had all been crippled—either missing an arm or a leg. Not a single one remained whole.
What was more,
three of them had already lost their lives. Even before death, their eyes had remained open in unwillingness, as though they could not accept reality.
"Everyone, does anyone else want to force their way through?"
Uchiha Xia did not look at the dozen or so people pinned to the ground. Instead, he looked toward those behind them who had yet to make a move and spoke slowly. Halfway through, he added, "You can give it a try. There are only seven of us. As long as you get past us, you can leave Konoha!"
Those words
seemed provocative.
No, they were blatant contempt.
The meaning was obvious. There were only seven of them. As long as they could break through their line of defense, they could leave?
Did they dare?
Yet faced with such provocation, those who had just vowed to advance and retreat together actually backed down. Looking at Uchiha Xia and the Uchiha Gods of Slaughter behind him, they truly did not dare to charge through by force.
This...
was simply too terrifying.
The ones pinned down at the front were all elites of the Sarutobi Clan. Yet even so, not one of them had escaped, and they had even been captured alive.
More importantly, Uchiha Xia, the strongest among them, had not even made a move. Just yesterday, Uchiha Xia had led several Military Police Force members to suppress the Sarutobi Clan. Even Sarutobi Asuma,