Conqueror's Haki Shatters Tsukuyomi, Complete Body Susanoo!

At the center of the Great Arena.

Lu Ming's mighty blade slammed into Susanoo's skeletal arm, erupting with a thunderous boom.

Amid the shower of sparks and roiling shock waves, in that split-second clash of light and steel!

Uchiha Fugaku, who had been passively taking blow after blow, raised his head. The Mangekyō Sharingan in his eye sockets, its patterns shaped like pinwheels, locked onto Lu Ming at point-blank range.

Fugaku bared his teeth as blood trickled from the corners of his eyes.

"I've got you, Tsukuyomi."

Buzz—!!!

An immense, chilling ocular power followed the meeting of their gazes and forcibly blasted into Lu Ming's mind.

The scene before Lu Ming's eyes changed.

The noisy Great Arena, the startled clan members, and even the enormous skeletal arm in front of him all vanished without a trace.

Before him was an eerily silent world.

The sky was a stifling dark Kurenai, and a black full moon hung high in the heavens.

Ash-gray clouds churned across the horizon. The entire world was devoid of color, leaving only despairing black, white, and Kurenai.

Lu Ming discovered that he was bound tightly to a gigantic cross.

Thick iron rings clasped his wrists and ankles, leaving him unable to move.

"Welcome to my world."

The air ahead rippled.

Uchiha Fugaku emerged from the void, holding a sharp samurai sword.

Seeing Lu Ming bound to the cross, Fugaku burst into wild laughter.

"Lu Ming, you're an absolute monster."

"Your hand-to-hand combat, your swordsmanship, and that bizarre multi-layered genjutsu all far exceeded my expectations."

Fugaku tightened his grip on the long blade and approached step by step.

"But unfortunately, you're too arrogant."

"In a battle to the death, you actually dared to look directly into the eyes of someone who had awakened the Mangekyō!"

Fugaku pressed the tip of the long blade against Lu Ming's chest.

"Within Tsukuyomi's space, time, space, mass—every physical law—is under my control."

"An instant in the outside world is seventy-two long hours here."

Fugaku loudly pronounced Lu Ming's death sentence.

"Here, I'll make you endure three days and three nights of endless nightmare and torment."

"I'll let you experience firsthand what it truly means to wish you were dead!"

As his words fell, Fugaku gripped the sword with both hands and thrust it into Lu Ming's abdomen.

"Gah—" Fugaku waited for Lu Ming to scream, waited for this arrogant young man to kneel and beg for mercy.

However.

One second passed.

Then two.

Lu Ming stood on the cross without even furrowing his brow.

He even lowered his head to look at the long blade stuck in his stomach, then lifted his eyes to Fugaku.

"That's it?"

Lu Ming spoke mockingly.

"Didn't you eat, Fugaku? With that little strength, you think you can make me wish I were dead? Are you just scratching an itch?"

Fugaku stopped laughing and roared,

"Impossible! Within Tsukuyomi's space, pain is amplified infinitely. How can you feel nothing?"

Unwilling to believe it, he yanked out the long blade and stabbed it into Lu Ming's chest again.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

Fugaku thrust the blade into Lu Ming's body again and again.

Blood dyed the cross Kurenai, but Lu Ming's expression remained as calm as still water. Even his breathing rhythm did not waver in the slightest.

"Are you done stabbing me?"

Lu Ming mockingly regarded Fugaku, who was panting heavily.

"Fugaku, your understanding of spiritual power is so shallow it's laughable."

Lu Ming raised his head and stared directly at the black moon.

"You think a pair of Mangekyō is enough to let you do whatever you want in the spiritual world?"

"You have no idea what kind of unshakable spiritual will you're facing, Root!"

As a transmigrator, Lu Ming had naturally possessed an immense soul formed from the accumulation of two lifetimes.

Combined with the secret technique he had created himself, his spiritual power had long since been refined to a terrifying level beyond the comprehension of ordinary Root people!

"Today, I'll show you what true spiritual suppression is!"

The instant Lu Ming finished speaking.

Boom!!!

A force of intimidation erupted from Lu Ming's body!

This was the ultimate spiritual secret technique Lu Ming had created himself—Conqueror's Haki!

Crackle, crackle!

Solidified black-and-Kurenai lightning raged outward from the cross, tearing through the blood-Kurenai space in every direction!

The entire Tsukuyomi world began to tremble.

"W-what is this?!"

Fugaku discovered that, faced with this terrifying force of intimidation, he could not even stand steadily.

The black-and-Kurenai lightning carried an overbearing will that sought to destroy everything, ripping apart the genjutsu space he had constructed!

"My Tsukuyomi space... is actually collapsing?!" Fugaku shrieked.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Huge fissures appeared across the black full moon in the sky. Immediately afterward, the entire dark-Kurenai sky and the ash-gray clouds shattered inch by inch!

Boom—!!!

Accompanied by a soul-shaking explosion, the Tsukuyomi space that supposedly granted complete control was blasted to pieces by Lu Ming's Conqueror's Haki!

The real world.

At the center of the Great Arena.

Uchiha Fugaku let out a scream. Covering his eyes, he was sent flying backward and slammed heavily into the bluestone floor more than a dozen meters away.

Bright-Kurenai blood welled between his fingers, staining most of his face Kurenai!

The entire arena fell silent!

Every Uchiha clan member on the high platform stared in stunned disbelief.

"What happened?!"

Uchiha Inabi shouted,

"The clan leader clearly activated the Mangekyō's ocular technique! Why is he the one vomiting blood?!"

Among the crowd, only Uchiha Shisui saw what had happened.

Shisui gripped the railing of the high platform with both hands. Shock filled his own Mangekyō eyes.

"Tsukuyomi... was forcibly broken!"

Shisui's voice trembled.

"How could this happen? That was a genjutsu exclusive to the Mangekyō! Lu Ming actually used his spiritual power to backlash against the caster."

Shisui's words spread across the arena, and terror filled the eyes of every clan member.

Lu Ming stood where he was, without even shifting his feet.

He casually flourished his blade and looked at Fugaku, who lay screaming in a pool of blood. His voice rang throughout the Great Arena.

"Fugaku, stop wasting your effort."

Lu Ming announced with a cold laugh,

"Forget your paltry Tsukuyomi. Even Shisui's Kotoamatsukami could never shake my spirit in the slightest."

"Any genjutsu is meaningless before my spiritual power! I'm immune to genjutsu!"

Immune to genjutsu!

Those four words stunned every Uchiha clan member present.

To the Uchiha Clan, which had established itself in the Shinobi World through genjutsu, an enemy completely immune to genjutsu was the ultimate nightmare of every Sharingan wielder.

"No... I won't lose... I absolutely will not lose to an arrogant junior like you!"

Fugaku, lying in the distance, struggled to rise.

His eyes were bloodshot from the backlash of ocular power, and blood dripped from his chin onto the ground.

Extreme humiliation and fear of losing his position as clan leader drove Fugaku into madness!

"I'm the Uchiha clan leader! I possess the power of a god!"

Fugaku threw his head back and roared, squeezing out the remaining vitality and chakra within his body.

Chakra ten times more violent than before surged skyward from Fugaku's body.

The thin skeletal arm that had originally enveloped Fugaku began to mutate.

"Grow for me!!!"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, the skeleton rapidly expanded.

Thick ribs, Root after Root, and massive vertebrae materialized from thin air, forming a complete, gigantic skeleton!

Immediately afterward, countless strands of dark-Kurenai chakra coiled around it, covering the pale bones.

"It's not over! Susanoo, evolve for me!"

The blood at the corners of Fugaku's eyes flowed faster and faster, yet his aura surged by geometric multiples!

On top of the dark-Kurenai muscles, incredibly thick Tengu Armor began to condense.

In the end, the half-formed giant, which had originally possessed only an upper body, actually rose from the ground and grew two thick, enormous legs!

Boom—!!!

The instant those giant legs stepped onto the Great Arena, the ground of the entire training field collapsed.

Countless bluestone slabs weighing thousands of pounds were blasted into the air, while the sturdy surrounding stands shattered under the shock wave.

The fourth form, Complete Body Susanoo!

A dark-Kurenai giant dozens of meters tall, clad in armor and bearing weapons, stood atop the ruins of the Great Arena.

A supreme pressure, both sacred and savage, pressed down on the head of every person present!

Thump! Thump!

On the high platform, large numbers of Uchiha clan members buckled under the pressure and dropped directly to their knees.

The grand elder wept tears of joy. He even threw away his cane and knelt on the ground, bowing and worshiping the giant dozens of meters tall.

"A god-demon has descended! A god-demon has descended! Madara Uchiha's power has finally reappeared in this world."

"The clan leader is invincible!"

"This is the ultimate glory of our Uchiha! The power of a god has returned."

The members of the radical faction trembled under the pressure, but fanaticism and exhilaration erupted in their eyes.

In their view, Fugaku, who had displayed Complete Body Susanoo, was already an invincible true god of the Shinobi World!

"Lu Ming, do you see this? This is the power of a god!"

Fugaku stood within the crystal at Susanoo's brow, looking down at Lu Ming on the ground as he laughed wildly.

"Before overwhelming power, your hand-to-hand combat and your spiritual power are all jokes! Be reduced to ashes!"

Fugaku controlled the dozens-of-meters-tall Complete Body Susanoo and drew the enormous chakra sword at its waist, a blade capable of cleaving mountains, attempting to crush Lu Ming with godlike power.

The gale howled, and sword energy cleaved through the heavens.

However.

Facing this Complete Body Susanoo, dozens of meters tall and radiating an aura several times stronger than before,

Lu Ming stood where he was and slightly raised his head.

The gale sent his black hair flying wildly, but his handsome face remained calm. Even the hand gripping his blade did not tremble.

The overwhelming divine pressure covered the entire arena, making every clan member's heart leap into their throat.

Tekka Uchiha and the forty-three Three Tomoe elites stared at the center of the arena, fine beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.

As they watched the invincible dark-Kurenai demon god, Lu Ming's subordinates were filled with worry.