Hoo...
A cold wind swept across the earth, and floating clouds obscured the horizon.
Byakuren floated face-up and bobbed on the great sea, his entire body hanging by a thread with pale skin completely devoid of color, his eyes filled with an inescapable confusion and shock.
"Cough, cough, how did you do it?"
Madara stood beside Byakuren with his arms crossed, his Sharingan looking down disdainfully at the man at his feet, and said in a deep voice, "You are not too bad, and you did bring me a bit of fun after all, but it is completely meaningless in front of the Sharingan."
"The Sharingan..." Byakuren spat out another mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, and said weakly, "Did you people target the Water Country?"
"A mere pellet of a place, I have no interest in it." Madara shook his head with some regret, "If not for other reasons, I wouldn't even have the interest to make a move against you."
Was it really because of Shuiwu? Byakuren understood, but things had reached this point, and he was nothing more than fish on the chopping board, truly powerless despite his aspirations.
Swish...
Right at that moment, a piercing sound of tearing wind suddenly came to Madara's ear, targeting his head directly!
However, if this kind of sneak attack could succeed, then he would not be Uchiha Madara.
Uchiha Madara's earlobes twitched slightly, not even sparing a glance as he quickly extended two fingers, trapping the flying shuriken with precise and infallible accuracy.
Turning his head to look aside, the surrounding Kirigakure guards who had previously been watching slowly closed in, each of them wearing a tense posture as if facing a formidable enemy, and the one who had thrown the shuriken was none other than Byakuren's