Ultimate Showdown

Madara Uchiha hovered in midair, staring fixedly at the Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan on his forehead, his entire body frozen in the sky.

The light of the Infinite Tsukuyomi was still pouring down upon the entire ninja world without a single blind spot, yet the brat before him remained completely unaffected, even looking at him with undisguised disdain.

Chenshu Senju did not even blink. Watching Madara's worldview collapse, he simply rolled his eyes.

This old man's mentality had completely exploded.

He had made such a grand display of light pollution, only to deal not even a scratch. His brain's CPU was probably smoking by now.

When he could not win, he flipped the table. This old bastard really could not stand losing.

Madara's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and a sickly flush rose beneath his originally pallid complexion from sheer rage.

No matter how he thought about it, he could not understand why the ultimate godlike power he had spent decades planning for could not even make a ripple before this nobody.

His overwhelming frustration completely transformed into pure killing intent, and Madara lost all reason.

He threw back his head and let out a hysterical roar, abandoning every flashy Six Paths ninjutsu.

Madara's body became a blinding white streak that the naked eye could not catch. Carrying physical wind pressure capable of destroying heaven and earth, he dove straight down from an altitude of over ten thousand meters.

The air along his path was violently forced aside by his plummeting body, creating a series of deafening high-frequency sonic booms.

Seeing this, Chenshu Senju casually flung away the lightsaber in his hand.

If you want to fight hand-to-hand, then I'll give these old bones of yours a proper workout.

The ground beneath Chenshu Senju's feet exploded as he shot upward in a golden