The strike came without a sound, yet hit like thunder and lightning.
Like a thunder dragon suddenly tearing across the heavens.
"Crack... hiss-!!!"
The Perfect Susanoo, once towering like a mountain with overwhelming might, now resembled a damaged bronze statue as a silver-white crescent swept casually through it.
Where the blade passed, the blue skeletal armor offered not the slightest resistance. It was cleaved straight down from crown to soles!
In an instant.
The light gleamed cold as frost, and time seemed to freeze.
The Susanoo giant that had once stood at the pinnacle of the Shinobi World began collapsing along the fracture like a neglected ancient castle-like shattering porcelain, like splintering ice.
Fragments of blue armor tumbled through the air, trailing the still-warm flames of chakra like dancing stardust, faintly illuminating half the battlefield.
This ultimate defense, this divine armor capable of clashing with tailed beasts and even matching Hashirama Senju.
It had been no better than paper beneath Yemu's Silver Dragon Blade.
"How... is that... possible..."
Madara Uchiha lowered his head in a daze, his eyes fixed on his chest.
That terrifying fissure, like a winding abyss, slowly spread through his body. His remaining chakra poured out uncontrollably, like a gushing spring.
For the first time, bewilderment and disbelief appeared in his eyes.
He was Madara Uchiha.
The Asura who had swept through the Warring States era, establishing his might with Susanoo.
One of the greatest men in the history of the Shinobi World.
Yet he had actually...
Failed to even see Yemu move!
He had not sensed his enemy's presence, nor heard a blade whistle through the air.
Everything had already been decided the instant that silver light flashed past.
Impossible to block, impossible to evade, impossible even to perceive.
That slash transcended understanding.
Only the result