Crack, crack!
Soon, the sound of shattering reached his ears again.
Not only had Susanoo's right fist cracked, but the ground beneath River's feet had split as well. Broken rocks flew, and fierce winds raged.
Yet the man standing there, his eyes filled with intricate patterns, did not budge or suffer any injury.
Only after the wind dispersed did River sigh softly.
"Your weakness is rather disappointing."
"In your old age, you really are no fun."
Those taunts enraged Madara and made his gaze even colder, but there was nothing he could do.
Even he despised his current frailty. That was precisely why he had laid his plans, preparing everything for his resurrection and return to his prime.
"Young man, you're deliberately trying to anger me so you can find an opening and finish me off in one stroke."
"Then you'll go support your brother, Minato Namikaze?"
After a moment, Madara spoke coldly.
"Unfortunately, you've guessed wrong. I only want to finish you off here."
"As for Minato, he can handle everything."
River smiled faintly.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Madara suddenly burst out laughing.
"Then you're underestimating him far too much."
As his laughter subsided, Madara's eyes turned cold and piercing.
"He'll make Konoha and everyone who stands in his way pay."
"You know nothing of the power of hatred, you immature little brat!"
One moment, River had mocked him as a feeble old bag of bones; the next, he was calling River an immature brat.
"Heh!"
River merely chuckled, then extended his right hand again. His body slowly rose into the air, hovering before the cold full moon tinged faintly with blood.
"Almighty Shinra Tensei!"
At that quiet voice, Madara abruptly looked up. Susanoo did the same.
Boom!
A violent repulsive force spread across an immense area, bearing