Sasori seemed unconcerned about revealing his identity and continued in that emotionless tone.
"Sasori of the Red Sands."
At the mention of that name, Tsunade's expression changed slightly!
Sasori of the Red Sands!
Sunagakure's genius puppet master!
He had defected from his village and was listed as an S-rank Rogue Ninja, the highest classification!
In the high-level archives of every major ninja village, the intelligence on him had only a two-word assessment—utterly evil!
"So it's him!"
A storm raged within Tsunade's heart.
No wonder...
No wonder he could so easily kill two jonin!
Against an opponent like this, ordinary jonin truly were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter!
"Hey, hey! Uncle Sasori! Don't steal my spotlight!"
Deidara shouted in displeasure.
He cleared his throat, struck what he thought was a handsome pose, and loudly announced to those below.
"Listen up! I am Deidara, the great artist who pursues the art of the fleeting moment!"
"And also a member of Akatsuki!"
Tokuma behind Tsunade snorted coldly.
"Akatsuki?"
"Just a pack of rats that can't stand the light."
"What did you say?!"
Deidara was instantly enraged, his handsome face twisting slightly.
"You bastard with no artistic sense! How dare you insult my organization!"
Sasori's voice rang out again, interrupting Deidara's roar.
"Enough."
He controlled Hiruko and stared coldly at Tsunade.
"Tsunade, one of the Sannin."
"We do not wish to waste time here."
"We have only one objective."
Deidara immediately cut in, a wild, arrogant smile on his face.
"Hand over the One-Tails Jinchuriki obediently!"
"If you do, we might consider sparing your lives!"
The moment those words were spoken.
The atmosphere across the battlefield instantly dropped to freezing point.
The Konoha ninja behind Tsunade all revealed furious expressions.
Hand over the Jinchuriki?
What kind of joke was that!
When had Konoha