The vast expanse of wind and snow came to a complete standstill at that moment.
The entire Black Ice Dragon-Slaying Platform, carved into the windy pass of a towering snow-capped peak, seems to have been forcibly stripped from the human world by the gods.
Right in the center.
A massive, charred, and devastating fault line, tens of meters deep, more than ten meters wide, and stretching for thousands of meters, was emitting wisps of scalding blue smoke.
The smooth, mirror-like fracture surface stretched from Kenya's feet all the way to the horizon, its depths unfathomable!
The intense heat from the deep underground, forcefully ejected, rose into the air, instantly melting the snow and ice into raindrops.
On the circular cliff, stood 30,000 fully armed elite heavy warriors from the Land of Iron.
At this moment, not a single person dared to breathe loudly.
Countless Chakra swords, gleaming with a cold light, lay scattered in the mud and ice, yet no one had the courage to bend down and pick them up.
Through their cold masks, everyone stared intently at the figure in floral shorts standing at the edge of the scorched chasm.
In the depths of his eyes, there was only boundless awe and trembling after his soul had been utterly crushed!
The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only that black-gold demon god, barefoot, shattered the solid ice!
"Click... click..."
The faint sound of pebbles tumbling into the abyss tore through the suffocating silence.
In the deep, muddy pit.
The Third Tsuchikage Ōnoki, lay sprawled on the scorched, frozen earth, looking utterly disheveled.
The three steel splints that were originally used to forcibly fix his dislocated and fractured lumbar vertebrae were destroyed by the " Divine Departure " shockwave.
Already shaken by the raging Conqueror's Haki, it was shattered into dozens of twisted and deformed pieces of scrap metal!
But at this moment, he could no longer even feel the excruciating pain of his lumbar vertebrae being shattered.
Ōnoki trembled as he stretched out his withered, bark-like old hands and gripped the charred mud in front of him tightly.
Two streams of murky, aged tears flowed turbulently from the deep wrinkles of his face.
"I've lost... I've lost completely..."
Ōnoki buried his head deep in the mud, his withered body convulsing violently.
"No Ninjutsu counters... no weaknesses in the Chakra pathways..."
"Pure will, pure flesh..."
"This is not a realm that mortals can even touch... This is a true god!!"
This is Ōnoki of the Two Scales who has dominated the Shinobi World for nearly a hundred years and boasts of having the toughest backbone.
At this moment, I completely let go of all pride, all calculations, and all dignity.
He prostrated himself completely, bowing deeply in submission towards Senju Kenya!
The Kurotsuchi and Akatsuchi behind them knelt in the mud, already weeping uncontrollably, not daring to even breathe.
And on the edge of an avalanche, a kilometer away from Dragon-Slaying Platform.
Darui and Shi, covered in blood, struggled with all their might to drag the unconscious Fourth Raikage A, back to the shattered stands.
Raikage A's eyes were tightly closed, his right arm was swollen and purple like a large braised pig's trotter, his left shinbone was broken in the opposite direction, and his breath was extremely weak.
Darui stared at the enormous, scorched canyon that seemed to stretch across the heavens and earth, his hands and feet turning icy cold.
He suppressed the trembling in his legs, knelt down, and shakily raised the Thunder Gold Token, representing the highest authority of Kumogakure, above his head with both hands:
" Kumogakure... surrenders!!"
Darui's voice, hoarse and bitter, resounded throughout the venue:
"Your Majesty, please show mercy and spare Lord Raikage's life!!"
"From this day forward, Kumogakure will accept all terms and conditions regarding Iron Fist Heavy Industries ' entry and trade, in full and unconditionally!!"
I admit defeat!
The Land of Lightning and the Land of Earth, these two towering mountains stretch across the northern part of the Shinobi World.
Under the power of the Senju Kenya's Divine Departure, all the spines were completely broken!
Before the seat of the Land of Water.
Mei Terumi gently tucked her red maple-colored curly hair, which was ruffled by the breeze, and Earth Flow graceful movements in her high-slit long dress.
She looked at the man standing before the abyss, a man who seemed to be a sovereign descending upon her, and the spring fever in her beautiful eyes almost solidified into a tangible form.
Behind him, Chōjūrō clenched his fists, his face filled with supreme worship for the supreme expert.
On the other side.
Gaara, stepping on a wisp of golden sand, slowly slid down to a half-step beside Kenya.
The young man's expression was aloof and solemn, the sand gourd behind him tilted slightly, as he coldly announced to the entire audience:
" In the Sunagakure of the Land of Wind, from beginning to end, we have always Kenya Kenya's lead."
On the circular cliff, Admiral Mifune of the Land of Iron took a deep breath.
The old swordsman abruptly plunged his prized sword, the one that had been with him for most of his life, into the ground.
With his hands clasped together, he moved with the force of a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar to topple, leading the 30,000 heavily armored warriors on the city wall to kneel down in unison!
"Boom--!!"
The dull, thunderous roar of 30,000 heavily armored black iron suits simultaneously striking the ice surface reverberated through the heavens!
"The Neutral Samurai Order of the Land of Iron pays respects to Senju the Great!!"
Mifune's voice echoed through the empty valley:
"I am willing to abide by the laws of the Great Emperor and become the supreme arbiter of the Shinobi World!!"
The Mizukage submits! The Kazekage follows!
The Raikage, critically wounded and on the verge of death, surrenders! The Tsuchikage, paralyzed, kneels and submits!
The 30,000-strong army of the Land of Iron surrendered completely!
The four shadows were completely defeated, and the scene fell silent.
Apart from the faint whistling of the wind, there was not a single other sound in the entire vast venue in the far north snow mountain!
Kenya casually took the white jade pipe that Bai Xiao ran over to hand him and put it in his mouth.
He rubbed his fingertips together to create a small flame, lit it, and took a deep drag.
"Call--"
Thick, pungent, bluish-white smoke billowed from his mouth.
Kenya, with one hand in his floral shorts pocket, looked down at the kneeling Shinobi World supreme beings at his feet, a calm smile of expectation playing on his lips.
What a load of bullshit Five Kage Summit!
In the end, isn't this just Lao Tzu's Iron Fist product launch?
However.
Just as the situation was settled and everyone was immersed in the solemn silence of divine power.
Several meters above the center of the main hall.
"Buzz--!!"
The previously calm and empty air suddenly began to tremble violently without warning!
Deep, eerie spatial ripples, like vortexes, twisted and caved inwards wildly!