The howling blizzard raged and swirled again over the cliffs of Three Wolves Snow Mountain.
At the top of that massive broken beam, the spacetime vortex had long since closed and dissipated.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only that tall, black-gold figure, barefoot, stood on solid ice.
The ruins of the main hall were utterly silent.
Tens of thousands of heavily armored samurai from the Land of Iron, the leading Jonin from various countries, and even the remaining elite troops from all sides—not a single one dared to breathe loudly at this moment.
The muscles in everyone's faces were twitching wildly, and they all froze in place in perfect unison.
Senju Kenya casually tossed the hot towel that Shiro had handed him back onto the tray.
He swung his faded flip-flops, making a "tap-tap-tap" sound, until he reached the base of the broken, massive black iron beam.
Bend down.
He casually picked up a fragment of the orange tiger-skin mask that had just been sent flying by that heavy punch from deep within the mud and snow.
Kenya pinched the piece of broken plastic between two fingers and casually weighed it in his hand.
Then.
He held the white jade pipe in his mouth and slowly exhaled a puff of pungent, bluish-white smoke.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Kenya's face was filled with undisguised contempt and disdain, and his loud voice echoed wildly across the entire snowfield:
"Is that all the courage you have? And that pathetic running speed?"
"And he actually goes around bragging to everyone he meets, saying he's the invincible Madara Uchiha?"
Kenya chuckled, casually tossing the half-mask under his foot and crushing it into pieces.
"Although I didn't live through the Sengoku period, that era of chaos and deification."
"But when I was a kid in the old house in the Senju family, I heard my second grandfather, that old stoic guy Tobirama, nag quite a bit about it."
Kenya picked at his ear with his little finger, his tone extremely sarcastic:
"Back then, during the battle at the Valley of the End, Madara Uchiha, wielding his Perfect Susanoo and Nine-Tails, Hashirama my great-grandfather Hashirama to the death on the ground for three days and three nights!"
Even though my great-grandfather stabbed Madara in the heart from behind in the end, he was still a peerless hero who died standing on the battlefield!
Kenya spat out a mouthful of phlegm, his eyes filled with arrogant disdain:
"How come after all these decades, the Uchiha Clan keeps producing these lowlifes who wear plastic shells, get their faces smashed with a single punch, and then scurry away with their tails between their legs?!"
"What if Madara crawled out of his coffin and saw this?"
"Madara could just rip off his own Mangekyō eyes and twist this peeping tom's head off to use as a chamber pot!!"
He unleashed a torrent of scathing, blunt criticism!
He berated all the powerful figures in the audience who were just moments before immersed in the fear of " Madara Uchiha," leaving them completely stunned.
" Lord Kenya... is absolutely right."
In the deep mud pit, Ōnoki, who was being supported by the combined efforts of Kurotsuchi and Akatsuchi, suddenly shuddered violently.
The old man clutched his dislocated and fractured lower back, coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm. A rare hint of reminiscence and admiration flickered deep within his aged, cloudy eyes.
"Back in my youth, I accompanied the Second Tsuchikage Mu, to Konoha to negotiate a peace treaty, and I personally witnessed the majesty of Madara Uchiha himself."
Ōnoki took a deep breath, his voice hoarse and dry, yet filled with an unprecedented certainty:
That man's arrogance... was ingrained in his very bones.
"He viewed us as worthless, but he would never stoop to hiding or cowardly tactics, much less flee like a stray dog in defeat!"
Ōnoki looked up at Kenya, tears streaming down his face, deeply impressed:
"That Masked Man just now... although he possessed incredible space-time manipulation abilities..."
"But deep down, he's not Madara at all! He's nothing but a despicable schemer who stole the name of a god and dares not show his true face!!"
This is what Ōnoki personally witnessed.
It was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering the psychological gloom that had been hanging over everyone's heads!
That arrogant and mysterious mastermind from just now.
Under the unreasonable punch of Senju Kenya, not only was Kamui Alternate Dimension shattered, but even the true face under the mask became a ridiculous joke!
Fear was shattered to pieces in that instant!
"But..."
Mei Terumi walked forward in a high-slit long dress, her red maple-like curly hair swaying in the breeze.
Although springtime was still in full bloom in her large, watery eyes, her expression became more serious than ever before.
" Kenya- kun, no matter who that man is..."
" The Akatsuki possesses all seven Tailed Beast, as well as the ' Demonic Statue of the Outer Path ' capable of destroying the world; this is an undeniable fact."
Mei Terumi's phoenix eyes swept across the entire room, her voice cold and resolute:
" The Fourth Shinobi World War... has been unilaterally detonated by him!"
"Faced with such a catastrophe sweeping across the entire continent, no major power can remain unscathed by fighting alone!"
Gaara, stepping on the golden quicksand, slowly slid down to Kenya's side. In his eyebrowless, emerald-green eyes, there was only unwavering determination.
" Sunagakure of the Land of Wind, is willing to dedicate the entire nation's military strength to follow our elder brother into battle!"
On the other side.
With the help of Darui and Xi, the Fourth Raikage A, barely awoke from his severely injured coma.
This tyrannical and violent ruler of the Kumogakure Village lived a life of rage and domineering power.
He looked down at his right wrist, which was completely swollen and turned a deep purple, like a braised pig's trotter.
Then I looked at the mountain peak and cliff a kilometer away, which had been violently struck and collapsed by an avalanche.
Raikage A exhaled a long mouthful of scalding blood mist. All the rage and resentment in his eyes were completely overwhelmed by absolute admiration and awe at this moment.
"I'm simply outmatched... I admit it!!"
Raikage A, clutching his fractured and bent left leg, gritted his teeth and forced out a low roar that echoed through the snow-capped mountains:
"Able to shatter the void with a single punch... Able to repel gods with a mortal body!!"
"Besides you, Senju Kenya! In this world... who else can lead an army to smash the heads of those freaks in the Akatsuki?!"
At this moment, the shadows of the four kingdoms set aside all grudges and personal interests.
Everyone is completely convinced!
On the castle tower, Admiral Mifune of the Land of Iron took a deep breath.
The old swordsman suddenly held up the Nine-Dragon Dark Gold Commander-in-Chief's Great Seal, which had been certified by the Five Great Nations and the Land of Iron throughout history and symbolized the highest military power in the Shinobi World!
"Boom--!!"
Like Mifune pushing down a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade, they led the 30,000 heavily armed warriors on the city wall to kneel down on one knee once again on the hard ice field!
The blade struck the ground, and metal and stone clashed in unison!