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Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
In the underground square, a member of the Evil God Sect rushed in hastily.
He immediately knelt down, reporting to his superior with urgency, much like a ninja reporting to a commander.
"Sergeant, Sir... High Priest!"
"The brat who can fight with Kakuzu has disappeared. He might have already infiltrated our headquarters."
"He's accompanied by a Female Ninja from the Hidden Mist Village, who can use the Hidden Mist Technique and Bloodline Limit Secret Technique. She's very powerful and will be difficult to deal with."
The High Priest of the Evil God Sect shook his head, his gaze lifting to the cave's ceiling.
"With the defenses set up at the entrance, there shouldn't be any problems unless an enemy of the Sannin's level attacks us."
"But, but..."
The elite member of the Evil God Sect hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and reported,
"Orochimaru, one of the Sannin, suddenly appeared outside just now. He summoned a giant snake that crushed many of our members to death."
The High Priest: "..."
Taking a deep breath, the High Priest's expression darkened, and he coldly asked, "How many died?"
The elite member licked his dry lips and said heavily, "More than twenty elites, almost half of our strength."
Upon hearing this, the High Priest closed his eyes, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and he muttered,
"Again!"
"Again!"
"This sudden disaster, this powerless humiliation!"
He suddenly opened his bloodshot, pale purple eyes, filled with deep-seated hatred.
His back teeth ground together with a creak, and the hand under his black robe tightly gripped a black spear, piercing the palm.
Blood dripped continuously to the ground.
However, in this pain,
His face regained a cold expression, and he calmly instructed,
"Go tell your superior to continue guarding there."
"There's no need to worry here. Everything will be over soon."
The elite member of the Evil God Sect couldn't help but urgently say,
"Wait, High Priest, but those two brats might slip into the castle above. If they use Earth Techniques to infiltrate the cave from above..."
"It's fine," the High Priest shook his head and said calmly,
"The brat from the Hidden Mist Village is probably related to the Hidden Mist ninja who was healing in the castle. She'll leave once she finds what she's looking for."
"If she continues to delve deeper, someone will take care of her."
He slightly raised his head, looking up at the cave's ceiling, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"After all, we are just parasites in this cave. The true owner of this territory won't allow his secrets to be spied on."
"Hehe..."
"As for the other brat,"
The High Priest slightly turned his head, squinting his eyes towards the cross in the center of the blood pool.
Looking at Fugaku, whose hands were nailed to the cross.
"Fugaku, is this your new friend?"
"No problem, no problem. Let him come along, to witness the Birth of the Evil Deity."
"Since you've already sacrificed your family, colleagues, and elders to gain favor, attention, and pain,
"Having one more friend might be more interesting, who knows?"
"..." The elite member of the Evil God Sect was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said,
"If that's the case, I'll take my leave, sir."
"Wait."
At this moment, the High Priest suddenly turned his head, squinting his eyes and coldly staring at the member.
"I remember you're called Fujisuke? You're the only one in this batch who hasn't completed the initiation ceremony, right?"
"Y-Yes, sir," Fujisuke bowed his head even lower.
"Then let's do it now." The High Priest smiled kindly, like a gentle adult, and took out a test tube, handing it over.
"Cut your finger and drop a drop of blood into this bottle. It's not difficult, come on."
Looking at the bottle in front of him, the elite member of the Evil God Sect swallowed hard, his eyes gradually filled with fear.
He suddenly jumped back, stood up, and drew a short sword from his back.
Then, gritting his teeth and glaring, he angrily stabbed the High Priest's chest!
"You demon! You're mad! You want to use the lives of all those who follow you to create a monster!"
"Die!"
Splat!
The sword pierced through the chest, piercing the heart, blood gushing out.
The High Priest sighed, as if nothing had happened, and slightly lowered his head, his lips close to Fujisuke's ear, calmly asking,
"Fujisuke, are you done playing?"
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At the same time, on the inner wall of the castle.
"Wait, why are you giving this to me?"
Uchiha Shi looked up in surprise at Shennong.
Upon realizing that the scroll in his hand contained Shennong's research on an incomplete Zero-Tailed Beast Chakra,
Uchiha Shi felt as if he was holding a hot potato, almost dropping it.
He looked at Shennong, his eyes gradually changing, wishing he could grab Shennong by the neck and shake him, demanding,
"Dude, you're already so strong, why are you giving me a cheat code?!"
"Why?" Shennong sneered,
Then his eyes widened, and he loudly scolded,
"What an idiot!"
"You don't understand the gap between you and true experts."
"Your knowledge of ninjutsu, taijutsu, kenjutsu, and chakra control."
"None of it meets the true standards of a Jōnin."
"You're just using your imagination to combine your limited abilities into something unique."
After a full-on criticism of Uchiha Shi,
Shennong spoke solemnly,
"But once your abilities are exposed and analyzed, you will die."
Shennong was right,
Uchiha Shi's abilities, gained through talent, were combinations of existing ninja abilities in the world. However, as long as they were abilities from the ninja world, there would be ways to counter them.
After all, a ninja battle is a battle of information.
Like Kakuzu, once he understood Uchiha Shi's abilities, he didn't engage in direct combat, just maneuvered around, and Uchiha Shi naturally lost.
However, Uchiha Shi frowned deeply, cold sweat trickling down his back, his gaze becoming increasingly horrified as he looked at Shennong.
Shennong's current demeanor reminded him of the old man who made his scalp tingle, Uchiha Setsuna.
What's wrong with these guys?
The main body is still fighting Orochimaru, and here he is, running all night to deliver a scroll?
Uchiha Shi sighed, asking helplessly,
"Shennong, what does my death have to do with you?"
Shennong's gaze flickered, then he laughed self-mockingly,
Then he said calmly,
"Because I probably also want to see,"
"This world full of despair, being trampled and screaming under someone's feet, hehehe..."
"Don't you think that's interesting?"
He raised an eyebrow, took a deep breath,
Then slapped Uchiha Shi's forehead,
"Brat."
"If you want to be a hero, then go all out."
"Childhood jokes turn into regrets as one grows older."
"Shining dreams fade under the harsh blows of reality."
"If you have a burning passion, then you should burn, roar, and fight!"
"Don't leave any regrets."
"Even if it means death!"
At this moment, Shennong's face carried a heaviness he himself couldn't detect,
He looked into the distance, as if seeing a homeland he could never return to,
And he sighed deeply,
"Because, such regret will torment you for life like an incurable disease."
After saying this, he shook his head.
He took a few steps, then easily lifted the massive tower beside him.
Boom!
As if lifting a javelin,
He then jumped far away, the ground shaking from the impact.
Shennong's face twisted into a sinister smile,
"Orochimaru, you destroyed my hometown and want my techniques?"
"Then, let's start the second round!"
(End of Chapter)