Where Do You Really Come From?

Fang Xu said nothing.

The next moment, a terrifying mental pressure descended with a roar.

The air around the tent seemed to freeze solid in an instant.

The documents on the table were pinned down by an invisible force, and even the candle flame was bent downward.

Orochimaru's pupils abruptly contracted.

His body instinctively tensed, and the Chakra within him surged wildly, yet he discovered that this force was not ordinary Chakra suppression at all.

It was a terrifying assault aimed directly at the mind and will.

The shinobi standing guard outside the tent stopped in their tracks at the same time.

One of them had just raised his head when his face turned pale.

"What happened inside?"

"Don't get close!"

Another shinobi gripped his shoulder tightly.

"This isn't a force we can interfere with."

Several guards stood outside the tent, their bodies stiff as cold sweat continuously beaded across their foreheads.

They did not know what was happening inside, but they could clearly feel the suffocating pressure.

Inside the tent, Orochimaru clenched his teeth.

Both hands braced against the table, his knuckles gradually turned white.

The greed in his snake-like eyes had vanished, replaced by deep wariness.

Fang Xu's voice rang out amid the pressure.

"You may study the things I provide."

"But you are not allowed to study me."

The pressure intensified once more.

Boom!

Several cracks split open in the ground beneath Orochimaru's feet.

His body was forced several inches lower, and immense pressure bore down upon his shoulders as though a mountain were crushing him.

"If you dare lay a hand on me or the people around me."

Fang Xu stared at him.

"I will make you understand who, between the researcher and the test subject, is the one placed upon the operating table."

Orochimaru's expression