Uchiha Yan raised his right hand toward Isshiki, and a pale golden palm flew toward him at a leisurely pace.
"Remember! It isn't very powerful. It can only blow the sun to pieces."
"An inferior creature is still an inferior creature. At this speed, what does it matter how powerful it...
Huh?
What's going on? Why can it track me too?!"
When Isshiki shrank, the palm shrank too. When Isshiki traveled through space, the palm followed him through space.
"Damn it! What is this thing? Why can't I shrink it? Why can't I absorb or seal it?!"
"What do you mean it hasn't shrunk? When you shrink, it shrinks too! Its power hasn't changed, though. As long as it doesn't disappear, it'll be just as powerful no matter how small it gets."
"Don't you like Haoran Qi? That's what this is!"
"Damn it! That's impossible! Haoran Qi clearly suppresses evil thoughts. How could something this bizarre be Haoran Qi?"
Isshiki was on the verge of going mad. Not only had a mere inferior creature forced him to resurrect early, he had even made this damned thing.
"Die!"
Throwing caution to the wind, Isshiki kicked at Uchiha Yan. Not only did Uchiha Yan not dodge, he even stuck his face out.
Seeing this, Isshiki immediately changed direction and swept past Uchiha Yan. He had remembered Uchiha Yan's dōjutsu.
"Ah!"
Uchiha Yan looked regretful. "I even offered you my face to hit. Why wouldn't you hit it?
Why won't you listen? Sasuke Uchiha doesn't even know Haoran Qi. Why do you think Sarada does? What good does capturing her do you?"
Isshiki's expression froze. Sasuke Uchiha indeed hadn't known it, or he wouldn't have died so easily.
"Get rid of this damned thing and give me the method for cultivating Haoran Qi,