Shattering Susanoo

Black Zetsu clung to the statue's feet like a puddle of sticky sludge, letting out nauseating gurgles.

The old man on the high platform ignored Black Zetsu's wretched state. His lone eye turned and settled on Qian Ye.

The stone cavern was deathly silent, broken only by the plip-plop of water dripping through cracks in the rock walls.

With both hands in his pockets, Qian Ye stood where he was and brazenly sized up the old man before him.

The Asura of the Ninja World, who had stirred up a sea of blood during the Sengoku era, was now nothing more than a withered skeleton wrapped in skin.

Yet even though this body had decayed beyond measure, the savage killing intent seeped deep into his bones remained as heavy as ever.

If the people at Marine Headquarters responsible for setting bounties were standing here, this ancient but undying ferocity alone would warrant a starting bounty of at least five billion Beli.

It was the monstrous aura of someone who stood shoulder to shoulder with old monsters like Whitebeard and Roger.

"Boy, you have guts."

Madara finally spoke, his voice dry as coarse sandpaper scraping over stone.

"You dared come before me with nothing but a Shadow Clone? Are all the youngsters of Hidden Leaf this ignorant of their place now?"

There was no anger or joy in his tone, only an arrogance that placed him above all living things.

In Madara's eyes, even the Kage of the current Five Great Ninja Villages were merely worthless strays rolling around in the mud.

Qian Ye did not deny that he was a clone. He merely curled his lips into a smile.

"So what if I'm a Shadow Clone? With you looking like a ghost who can't even stand up, I'd find it