I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

With his left eye open, Huang's vision expanded in all directions, and no movement or rustling in the surroundings could escape his senses.

The raised demon sword met the attack head-on, and the next second, a huge octopus limb thrashed about on the ground with a series of 'thumps'.

As for Killer Bee's several slashes of cold light, they were all blocked by a mottled, blood-red, snow-white fibula.

【Susanoo.】

He showed great respect to the perfect Jinchūriki, the Eight-Tails.

However, this respect was merely to facilitate his use of ninjutsu.

【the ninth of the ten Heavenly Stems!】

As their hands came together, figures identical to those in the wilderness suddenly appeared, arrayed across the land stained with blood.

[Ninjutsu: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!]

Although the demon sword, Kenmeiren, in his hand was not replicated, it was only used to deal with the Cloud Village ninjas who tried to escape; it didn't matter what weapon he used.

"escape?"

"I forgot to mention, today, not a single one of the Cloud Village members was spared."

As soon as he finished speaking, the manifested shadow clones either took out kunai or picked up broken weapons from the ground, and then pounced straight towards the Cloud Village ninja in their field of vision.

Huang didn't want to experience the pain of loss again.

Therefore, since the Hidden Cloud Village is so eager to be the first to stand out, it must have already prepared itself for destruction!

"Swoosh, the battle officially begins."

After completing the hand seals, he looked again at the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki blocking his way.

Chapter 692 If anyone can use you, then so can I, right? Eight-Tails.

One person can form an army.

The moment the shadow clones joined the battle, the entire Hidden Cloud Village was dragged into the abyss of all-out war.

Moreover, Ara is too strong. For ordinary ninjas, it's practically a one-sided slaughter across dimensions. Even though his shadow clones only have one-tenth the power of his main body, they are still beyond the reach of ordinary ninjas!

For a time, shrill screams echoed endlessly, and the gushing blood gradually painted the land with a horrifying hue.

However, during this time, only scattered shadow clones were scattered and shattered due to concentrated attacks.

After all, compared to the Sea Kingdom army they had previously faced, the Cloud Village ninjas, lacking absolute powerhouses and numbering less than one-tenth of their former strength, were practically lambs to the slaughter.

"how?"

"Is this the Hidden Cloud Village, one of the Five Great Ninja Villages?"

"They're incredibly weak."

"Where's Ai? What about the other Jonin? Have they all become cowards and dared not come out?"

"Fine, let them watch then."

"Watching the entire Cloud Village be razed to the ground by me!"

Shadow clones, engulfed in carnage, growled and fought with thirst for battle.

Slaughtering low-ranking ninjas will not only fail to quell the anger simmering within them, but will also fail to significantly impact the foundation of this force.

Moreover, after stepping into the Hidden Cloud Village, the strongest combat force that Ara had ever seen was Killer Bee, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, and his defeated opponent, Shi.

Where are the others?

You don't really think that having only one head and eight tails is enough to shut me out, do you?!

Most of the manifested shadow clones inherit the will and personality of the original body.

Cold, bloodthirsty taunts rose and fell, and some warlike beings could no longer suppress their desires, breaking away from the battle of a bunch of useless people and launching a surprise attack deeper into the Hidden Cloud Village.

"you you!"

"You demon!!"

Kirabi's eyes widened in fury at the sight of the village that had been completely transformed in just a short moment.

All the swords carried on his back were drawn, and his unique sword technique, the Wild Heron Cutting Sword, was unleashed.

In an instant, a sharp edge swept across the scene, the razor-sharp blade almost slicing the bastard in sight into pieces!

Unbeknownst to them, enormous, flesh-pink tentacles rose into the air and slammed down upon the enemies in their field of vision.

The perfect Jinchūriki

This not only signifies a symbiotic partnership between the host and the tailed beast, but also means that the two can fight each other like the closest of partners!

"Clang clang clang".

The clanging of metal continued unabated, but Ara showed no sign of emotion in the face of the coordinated attack from the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki.

Can be seen,

Do not,

It's not that you can see it.

It's just too slow, too slow.

too slow! !

What appeared to be a fierce attack from his opponent seemed to him like a snail slowly moving, slashing towards him bit by bit.

What are you doing?

Is this what they call the perfect Jinchūriki?

A sudden surge of unwarranted sarcasm and arrogance welled up within him, and with a casual swipe of his demon sword, he parried all of Killer Bee's attacks.

As for the octopus tentacles that were bombarding it from above, pairs of giant arms made of fibulas suddenly appeared and precisely restrained each of the large octopus tentacles.

At that moment, Huang suddenly had a strange realization.

The way he looked at Killer Bee at this moment was perhaps the same way Ōtakemaru had looked at him before.

All the offensives and secret techniques they were so proud of were nothing more than clownish antics.

Is this the world of the strong?

No, he's nothing compared to those great demons of the hundred-demon level, but the current battles have already become utterly boring for him.

Enough, let's end this here. This battle was incredibly boring.

His enemy is not here.

"Is the swordsmanship you've practiced just a mere circus act that stops at this point?"

With one hand holding the blade, Ara parried four or five more swords that came at him at once, and then uttered a cold question.

Upon hearing this, Killer Bee did not reply, but the eyes behind his goggles suddenly narrowed.

The Wild Heron Cutting Blade was the sword technique he created, and it was also the strongest sword technique he had mastered. Yet now it was being called a mere juggling act by his opponent. How could he remain calm under such a judgment?

However, this is precisely the harsh reality of the offense and defense here. No matter how he broke through, how he bombarded, or how he displayed his swordsmanship and power in this ultimate swordsmanship confrontation, he ultimately failed to break through the former's defense!

This guy,

This guy, who was clearly a generation younger than himself, was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on him fiercely!

All his previous efforts, all his accumulated knowledge, and all his desire for revenge seemed like a joke with a predetermined ending in front of the other party.

Unwilling,

unwilling.

Unwilling!!

A strong sense of unwillingness kept it silent, and while continuing to slash, it began to squeeze out the power belonging to the Eight-Tails, Gyūki.

In an instant, the dark red energy that had flowed during the accumulation of the Tailed Beast Ball reappeared beneath his body, causing his muscles to bulge and his speed to increase. However, his will also began to gradually become frantic.

To gain some power, you must inevitably lose some things.

'roar.'

Faint animal cries could be heard, and the octopus tentacles that were restrained by the fibula's raised hand swelled up, as if endless brute force was surging and bursting forth from them.

"Eh."

"Isn't this a case of 'we can still try harder'?"

Looking at Killer Bee, who had once again entered a half-tailed beast state, Ara's expression remained calm.

But this familiar scene caused his pupils to contract slightly.

At that time,

Did Ōtakemaru have the same attitude when he saw himself in his demon form?

Even though the unexpected fact that a mere ant could unleash such power occurred, the general attitude remained one of disdain.

"However, it's too late."

"I'm not going to play around with you anymore."

You can never grow by fighting against beings weaker than yourself.

Especially when the weak opponent's strengths lie in their swordsmanship and physical skills, which they are proud of, such a battle becomes even more meaningless.

This is just a pure waste of time.

Blade swung,

Beneath the crisp clang of the blade lay shattered pieces and a deep gash etched into Killer Bee's body.

Even if the tailed beast cloak can provide some defense, it is still just a piece of paper that is vulnerable in front of a real demon sword.

'Roar! '

Not only did Ara himself hold the absolute upper hand in this power struggle, but accompanied by a faint roar of a wild beast, several octopus tentacles that emerged from Killer Bee's body were also forcibly torn off under the tug-of-war of power.

The gushing blood then directly covered the tailed beast's cloak, which had reappeared, with a layer of scarlet luster.

"You've gotten even weaker in four years."