In the dimly lit underground altar, the pungent stench of blood filled the air and lingered for a long time.
The entire floor was dark red, littered with lifeless corpses. Blood flowing from beneath the bodies had pooled together, making the place look like a hellish slaughterhouse from afar.
On the altar amid the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Duan Shang gripped the Triple-Bladed Scythe. His shadowy eyes stared at the man before him, and the hand holding his weapon trembled uncontrollably.
A man's reputation preceded him. As the Uchiha Clan's third-in-command, Enkō was no longer the unknown figure he had been four years ago. His name was already known throughout the Shinobi World. Even those who had never seen him had certainly heard of him.
A few beads of sweat formed on Duan Shang's forehead. "Why is Uchiha Enkō here? We haven't even begun preaching within the Land of Flame."
Unlike Duan Shang, who was facing a formidable enemy, Enkō appeared completely calm. He waved to the three behind him and said indifferently, "Stand back first. This isn't someone you can interfere with."
"Yes."
The three obediently withdrew to the side, their eyes filled with excitement. Watching a duel between powerful fighters could broaden their horizons more quickly, and they could also learn the combat mindset of the strong.
After they moved away, Enkō gently rested his hand on Cold Edge at his waist. The bleak blade flickered in and out of sight in the darkness, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
"Wait!" Duan Shang suddenly called out. "I don't think we need to settle this with weapons."
"Hm?" Enkō raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Seeing that Enkō had no intention of attacking for the moment, Duan Shang breathed a sigh of relief. "First of all, our