Leading Me to Madara

A calm voice rang out from underground.

Qian Ye flexed his arm.

He forcibly yanked Black and White Zetsu up from deep beneath the earth.

Bang.

Qian Ye landed steadily on the ground.

His right hand clamped tightly around Zetsu's neck, holding his entire body aloft.

White Zetsu grimaced in pain.

"Let go, let go!"

"My neck's about to break!"

Black Zetsu frantically circulated chakra, trying to assimilate Qian Ye's arm with the Mayfly Technique and escape.

But it was useless.

No one knew what that layer of pitch-black material was.

Chakra simply could not penetrate it and was forcibly blocked outside.

Black Zetsu's single eye constricted sharply.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Qian Ye's fingers tightened slightly.

The grating creak of compressed bones made both Black and White Zetsu stop struggling at once.

"Don't move."

"I don't have much of a temper. If I squeeze a little harder, your two faces will have to find a new home."

Qian Ye's Shadow Clone looked at the strange creature in his hand, fully aware of what it was.

This was the greatest mastermind behind the Ninja World.

Kaguya Otsutsuki's third son, an ancient schemer who had plotted for a thousand years to revive his mother.

And now he was being held so pathetically in Qian Ye's grasp.

It really was a strange feeling.

Black Zetsu stopped struggling.

He knew he had run into a tough opponent today. There was no way they could escape with ordinary methods.

He forced himself to calm down as his mind raced.

This brat was absurdly powerful, and his senses were sharp. If they fought head-on, this body would definitely be torn to pieces.

Since force would not work.

Then he could only use that person's name to intimidate him.

In the Ninja World, no