Infinite Tsukuyomi

The meteor dust scattered across the sky finally dispersed in midair, and dazzling sunlight once again spread over the devastated ruins.

Chenshu Senju casually rested the golden light sword on his shoulder and looked coldly up at the sky.

High above, Madara Uchiha's once-arrogant face had gone rigid, his features badly twisted by extreme unwillingness.

His prized Planetary Devastation had actually been chopped into powder by that brat below using the simplest, most brutal physical means.

Madara's chest heaved violently, his breathing becoming extremely labored. Even the knuckles gripping the Six Paths Staff had been squeezed pale blue-white.

He had never imagined that, as a mighty Six Paths powerhouse, he would suffer setback after setback before a junior.

Chenshu Senju raised an eyebrow and looked at the old man panting above him.

His mentality was way too fragile. Having two techniques casually broken had him stomping around in a panic. He seriously couldn't take a loss.

At his age, making a fool of himself like this was ugly enough.

"Damn brat, I'll erase you from this world completely!"

Madara roared himself hoarse, raised his right hand, and bit open the pad of his deathly pale thumb.

Black blood streamed down his finger, trailing a long bloody streak through the air.

Without pausing, Madara drove strength through his waist and abdomen, turning into a white afterimage as he shot upward again.

He rose rapidly through the heavens, arriving in the blink of an eye before the full moon radiating its cold, ghostly glow.

At an altitude of ten thousand meters above the ground, the air was exceedingly thin.

Madara rapidly formed an incredibly complex hand seal before his chest, the veins in his neck bulging one after another.

As chakra flooded in crazily, a scalp-numbing change occurred on Madara's face.

"Crack—"