Chapter 136 Slaying Orochimaru
The large-scale summoning formation set up by Orochimaru had originally been intended to intercept and kill any stragglers escaping from the Cloud, Stone, and Sand villages.
But now, Orochimaru had even included the Mist ninjas within his killing range.
This was tantamount to clearly declaring that his cooperation with Yuto had already come to an end.
"Is it because of the jutsu left behind by Hashirama that you've gained confidence? Or have you already guessed what kind of contingency Hashirama left behind?"
Yuto's expression was indifferent as he murmured softly to himself.
The appearance of the True Thousand Hands jutsu had likely made Orochimaru realize that Hashirama truly had left behind a method to deal with Yuto.
Thinking about it now, Orochimaru's consistently obedient behavior was probably not only due to fear of Yuto's terrifying strength, but also because he wanted to confirm this matter.
Yuto's gaze turned cold as he looked in Orochimaru's direction. Betrayal was something anyone would despise.
Especially when the betrayer was the only person besides the Mist Village who knew his identity.
"Lord Yuto, I'll deal with him."
Kisame grinned, hoisted Samehada onto his shoulder, and prepared to charge forward.
"No need. Take off the black cloak with red clouds you're wearing," Yuto called out, his tone calm.
Kisame froze for a moment, then without the slightest hesitation, removed the Akatsuki cloak from his body.
Yuto glanced at the cloak, casually put it on himself, and stared coldly toward Orochimaru.
"Lord Yuto, are you planning to act personally?"
Ringo spoke softly from the side, a trace of worry flashing across her face.
Yuto naturally knew that Ringo was not worried about his strength, but about the possibility of his identity being exposed.
"Since Orochimaru chose to betray me, I'll personally deal with him. Besides, unlike Hashirama and Madara, I don't have such conspicuous attack methods, and moreover…"
Yuto paused and glanced at the Akatsuki cloak on his body.
This matter could also be shifted onto the Akatsuki.
Yuto pushed off the ground with his foot, turning into an afterimage and disappearing from Kisame and the others' sight.
Hiruzen, who was controlling the True Thousand Hands, was momentarily stunned when he saw Orochimaru suddenly take action.
Clearly, Hiruzen could not understand how Orochimaru, who should have been an enemy, was suddenly helping Konoha.
"This situation doesn't seem as simple as it looks," Hiruzen frowned and muttered softly.
At that moment—
A black afterimage shot toward Orochimaru like a streak of light, instantly drawing Hiruzen's attention.
Standing in place, Orochimaru suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger rise from deep within.
However, there was no trace of tension on Orochimaru's face. Instead, it was as if he had let out a sigh of relief, revealing a slow smile.
Boom!
A simple, direct punch smashed straight into Orochimaru's head. Because the speed was too fast, it seemed that Orochimaru did not even have time to turn around before his entire body was blasted apart.
Yuto casually shook the dirt off his hand and watched Orochimaru's body turn into a pool of muck, showing no surprise on his face.
"Over here."
Yuto's gaze instantly shifted as he lightly stomped his foot.
The ground beneath him cracked instantly. As if under extreme pressure, the earth erupted like a volcano, dirt blasting straight upward.
Amid the flying soil, Orochimaru's figure appeared, with traces of blood still staining his body.
"As expected of Lord Yuto. Such a small trick really couldn't fool your eyes…"
Orochimaru let out a low chuckle, completely unconcerned about the mud covering his body. Before he could finish speaking, however, the lower half of his body had already vanished.
To be precise, it had not vanished—it had been pulverized into minced flesh by a single punch from Yuto's right hand.
Yuto did not possess brute strength techniques, but the Black Emperor's ability itself was absorption, conversion, and release.
Releasing that energy from his fist in an instant produced power far greater than any ordinary strength-based technique.
Looking at Orochimaru's remaining half-body lying on the ground, Yuto raised an eyebrow. At the final moment, Orochimaru had reacted, barely controlling his softened body so that Yuto's attack struck his lower half instead.
Boom!
A thunderous roar erupted from underground. Immediately afterward, a giant serpent burst out of the earth and swallowed Yuto in one bite.
Orochimaru's remaining half-body did not die. Instead, at the instant Manda swallowed Yuto, Orochimaru rapidly formed hand seals.
Splash!
The next moment, Orochimaru, with only half his body remaining, suddenly opened his mouth, the angle of his jaws stretching wider and wider.
A pale-faced Orochimaru, covered in unknown fluids, slowly emerged from that half-body.
"How terrifying," Orochimaru murmured, his eyes filled with wariness.
"Orochimaru, this is the one you're worried about—ah!!!"
Manda looked at Orochimaru with disdain, but before his mocking words could finish, his body suddenly stiffened.
Splurt!
A column of blood shot skyward from the middle of Manda's abdomen, spraying in all directions.
Manda's massive body split cleanly in two, severed straight through the middle.
Aside from letting out a shrill scream, Manda did not even manage to utter a single threat before his enormous body turned into white smoke and dissipated.
Clearly, he had been forcibly returned to the summoning realm.
Manda's blood splattered over Orochimaru, dyeing his entire body red.
Orochimaru licked his lips, cleaning the blood from the corner of his mouth, his pupils contracting as he stared at Yuto walking toward him with a calm expression.
It was Yuto who had been swallowed, yet there was not a single drop of blood on his body.
Not daring to hesitate for even a moment, Orochimaru rapidly formed hand seals again.
He said nothing more. What had just happened made Orochimaru understand that someone like Yuto would not care in the slightest about anything he had to say.
Orochimaru slammed his hand against the ground and shouted in a low voice:
"Summoning Jutsu—Triple Rashōmon… pfft!"
Before the jutsu could be completed, Yuto had already appeared in front of him. With a casual sweep of both hands, he severed Orochimaru's arms.
Yuto reached out and grabbed Orochimaru by the head, lifting him effortlessly into the air.
"Didn't you want to see my strength? This is my strength. One of the Three Sannin, the Cold-Blooded Orochimaru—an impressive title, but in my eyes, you're no different from an ant."
Holding Orochimaru in one hand, Yuto spoke in a calm voice.
Blood continuously spilled from Orochimaru's mouth. Madness filled his eyes, but before he could act—
The hand gripping his head trembled slightly.
Orochimaru's entire body shattered like broken porcelain, turning into countless fine particles and completely dispersing in midair.
On the shattered ground, in an extremely concealed spot, a white snake no thicker than a finger rapidly fled into the distance.
Before it could crawl far, Yuto stepped down, crushing it into a smear of white flesh.
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