[Ding—Advanced Blind Box opened. Congratulations, host. You have obtained Yan Shisan's Fifteen Deathblow Swords.]
That razor-sharp sensation returned.
But this time it was different. Colder and heavier than Sword Twenty-Three, it made Yongye think at once of the Netherworld.
The first fourteen swords lit up one by one in his Mindscape. Each was fiercer and trickier than the last, leaving an ever-narrower angle of escape.
He saw the paths the sword tips took into vital points, the minute turn of the wrist after each strike, and the rhythm of breathing in the instant before a sword was drawn.
Then came the fifteenth sword.
This sword had no path.
All that remained in Yongye's senses was a gray-white light of death. It shot from the void, pierced every obstacle in his Mindscape, and struck straight at its core. It cared nothing for angles, timing, or force. It did only one thing—kill!
Like Sword Twenty-Three just now, this sword used swordsmanship to touch upon the laws of heaven and earth.
It touched the Death Law!
Against it, even superhuman regeneration meant certain death!
Against it, an immortal body would have to see which prevailed: the Immortality Law or the Death Law!
Yongye withdrew his senses and looked down at his hand. A faint chill lingered in his fingertips, as though he had just pulled them from icy water. He spread his fingers and closed them again. The chill faded.
Yongye lowered his head and smiled teasingly. Time to put what he had learned to use and unleash the Fifteen Deathblow Swords!
Though Tsunade was one of the illustrious Sannin and a master of Medical Ninjutsu, even she could not withstand the technique's extraordinary sharpness. Before long, she protested for the N+1th time.
"I don't want it anymore!"
Yongye's gaze drifted