"So you're the fucking Ōtsutsuki God, huh? I'm cracking your skull open today. If I don't finish you off, my name isn't Naruto Uzumaki."
Naruto stood in the void, blond hair whipping around him, his aura unleashed. He didn't speak loudly, yet the entire Star Domain trembled with his voice.
It wasn't a physical tremor. It ran deeper, as though the whole universe were shaking with his emotions.
The Ōtsutsuki God stood frozen. His dark-red Peak World Lord pressure had gone utterly still. Only one thing remained in his enormous golden eyes: bewilderment.
It ran so deep that, for the first time in hundreds of thousands of years, he seemed to realize how little of the world he had seen.
Eight Eternal War Generals. Ultimate weapons he had spent hundreds of thousands of years perfecting, wielding supreme Root Algorithms that reversed cause and effect and overturned life and death.
In a matter of moments, six had fallen without a trace.
Only Otsutsuki Yi and Otsutsuki Heng remained, huddled in a corner of the void and trembling all over. They no longer had the courage to raise a hand against him.
Naruto glanced at the two quaking survivors, then at Demon Lü Bu and Saint Guan Yu, who had earned their merit before him. A playful smile tugged at his lips.
He showed no exhaustion after his overwhelming victory. If anything, he looked delighted, as though he had unlocked a new way to have fun.
"All this fighting and killing is so boring," he murmured, his voice echoing clearly through the void.
The Ōtsutsuki God's heart sank. He knew all too well.
The more relaxed and amused this man looked, the more absurd—and deadly—his next move would be.
That was an ironclad lesson drawn from hundreds of thousands of years of