"So you're Yechen of the Flame Demon Sharingan. Good, very good!"
Kaguya Jintianwu looked at Yechen and suddenly burst out laughing.
He had joined this operation specifically for Yechen. That was what made the Kaguya Clan so insane.
Even knowing how powerful their opponent was, they would charge in without hesitation. Killing powerful ninja only made them happier.
Hearing his voice, Yechen made no unnecessary movements. He simply stared at him as though looking at an idiot.
Several breaths later, Kaguya Jintianwu's laughter stopped abruptly, and his expression no longer looked as crazed as before.
Clearly, his earlier expression had been nothing more than an act.
Yes, the Kaguya Clan were bloodthirsty, battle-crazed lunatics, but that did not mean they were stupid.
On the contrary, constantly fighting on the front lines often made him exceptionally shrewd.
His exaggerated antics had all been meant to draw Yechen's attention. Unfortunately, Yechen had not taken the bait.
Realizing this, Kaguya Jintianwu stopped wasting his effort. A cold gleam flashed through his eyes, and he gave a strange laugh in his grating voice.
"I hope you can give me a little more enjoyment, unlike those people who died so easily at my hands."
Yechen glanced a short distance behind him, where two corpses lay limp, as though stripped of their bones. Clearly, this man was responsible.
"Die!"
The moment Yechen looked away, Kaguya Jintianwu attacked without hesitation. He raised his right hand and unleashed his Taijutsu, "Shikotsumyaku: Ten-Finger Drilling Bullets!"
In an instant, the bones of his ten fingers pierced through his flesh and shot out like bullets, aimed at vital points all over Yechen's body.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Sensing the disturbance in the air, Yechen narrowed his eyes slightly, the three tomoe spinning rapidly.
The next moment, the incoming finger bones seemed to