Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 68 Death is Just a Long Sleep (Seeking Monthly Tickets!!)

"Cough! Cough!"

Then the scorched earth rose outwards, and a figure slowly stood up from the ground.

The sparse, blackened skin clinging to the body surface was falling away, revealing the disgusting, bloody muscles and blood vessels.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

The stinging and itching all over her body made Xueyue groan involuntarily, her bloodied and mangled face looking grotesque.

When he struggled to look up and around, he could only see that the original force of nearly a thousand men had dwindled to half its original size, and only half of them still possessed the most basic ability to move.

The charred forest echoed with cries and groans.

The rising dust enveloped them all, and the air they breathed was filled with ash that choked their lungs, making Xueyue feel dizzy and suffocated, as if dark clouds were looming and stretching all the way to her chest.

This is not a fair war.

It wasn't like that from the very beginning!

But he never expected that he would be tricked so badly!

He's just a kid who can fool them and is skilled with a knife.

There are nearly a thousand of them. Even if they just stand there and let him kill them, do you think he can kill them all?

However, he did not expect that a dozen or so reckless old men would appear and use their terrifying chakra to turn them into turtles in a jar, even at the cost of their own lives to kill them all!

The brat's bizarre ability to "control the wind" turned the explosion into a living hell.

This is practically like... an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?

"Cough cough! That damn brat!"

Blood seeped from the cracked, charred surface of her skin. Xueyue gritted her teeth, a mad glint in her eyes, then looked up at the distant, faintly visible building, and roared in a hoarse voice scorched by flames, "Those who can move, come with me!"

"Our mission isn't over yet! Everyone who can move, get running! Those who can't, lie down and wait for rescue!"

He is a member of the Snow Clan, a blood-stained ninja clan; there's no way he could just turn around and run back to Kirigakure.

He had to complete the mission, otherwise, with such heavy losses, he would surely face death!

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boom!!

Countless water-style ninjutsu struck the building, but only caused ripples on its surface.

"...Is it another barrier?"

Xueyue stood in front of the door on the first floor of the building, her bloodied face showing vigilance, and reached out to try to touch the barrier.

But in the next moment, he didn't feel any resistance at all, and simply pushed open the door in front of him.

There was no murderous intent as expected, only a dark and desolate corridor.

"What do you mean? Why didn't you make a move?"

Xueyue's eyes flickered slightly, and a myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind.

The moment the door is pushed open, the opponent should disregard everything and unleash their strongest attack.

After a moment's thought, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He turned and ordered the Hidden Mist Ninja to continue their attack, while he himself strode into the building.

Go up to the third floor.

At the far end was a conference room with its door open, where a single light source flickered.

The light from the candle on the table illuminated two figures at the end of the long table.

Behind them were the shattered French windows and the towering orange flames.

"..."

Xueyue watched the two people across the long corridor, and could sense that an invisible barrier enveloped the entire building.

At the same time, he had already recognized the identities of the two people.

—Uzumaki Yokuchi, the patriarch of the Uzumaki clan, and Uzumaki Tetsuya, the daimyo of the Land of Whirlpools.

As he predicted, almost all the other Uzumaki ninjas were killed.

Otherwise, the people who appeared in front of them just now should have been those Uzumaki ninjas, not those dying old guys.

Only the two of them remained, two incompetent fellows who, barring any unforeseen circumstances, posed no threat whatsoever.

The next moment, Xueyue formed a hand seal and took a step forward.

In an instant, three shadows were cast on the wall of the previously empty conference room.

"Are you inviting me?"

Xueyue looked down at the two of them and said with a sinister smile, "You two are really hospitable. You've made me go through quite a bit of trouble."

Despite his mocking threat, Tetsuya and Uzumaki remained unmoved, simply staring at him expressionlessly. The conference room was deathly silent.

"..."

The smile on Xueyue's face slowly disappeared. Looking down at the two people in front of her, she asked coldly, "If you are willing to cooperate, I might spare your lives."

Upon hearing this, the two finally broke their silence.

"Cooperate?"

Uzumaki Yangjie's lips curled into a grin, revealing two sharp demonic fangs. He chuckled, "So you're the one who had your neck ripped off, brought back to Wuyin, and turned into a walking corpse on the testing table?"

He's right. The Uzumaki clan has only one fate: death.

Whether they were killed in action during the invasion or captured and taken back to the village, their final fate was death.

but……

"It's better than dying right now, isn't it?" Xueyue narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering slightly. "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Everyone is afraid of death," Uzumaki Yoji sneered. "But someone told me that death is not scary. Death is just an eternal sleep. Our names will be engraved on the monument, and our souls will live on in the face of death."

Xueyue's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

But they didn't have to make it so ugly.

Ninjas are human too. As long as they are not driven to a dead end and feel that there is a way out, they will not risk their lives to fight back when there is hope that they can live safely.

But clearly, someone beat them to the punch tonight, awakening their rebellious spirit and ruining all their plans, making the situation difficult.

"Alright, there's no point in talking to this bastard."

Tetsuya Uzumaki stared intently into Yuki's pupils. Although his own eyes trembled slightly, he maintained his stance and absolute initiative, saying in a deep voice, "The blood and tears of the Uzumaki clan have been shed to the last drop. The revenge of the Uzumaki clan will come sooner or later!"

"Unfortunately, you'll never have the chance to witness it!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and the wind howled and rushed towards the building, crashing against them like waves, making the building shake.

It's the Hidden Mist ninja outside, trying to break through the barrier.

The next moment, Xueyue saw Xuanwu Yangjie raise her right hand, her index and middle fingers forming a sword shape, straight and sharp.

But before he could make a further move, Xueyue's figure vanished from his sight, and the short sword in her hand slashed fiercely at him.

呲! !

The force of that slash was so great that it cut into Yang Jie's neck, leaving a trail of blood.

"idiot!"

Looking at the head that she had severed with a single stroke, a mocking glint flashed in Xueyue's eyes.

But the next second, the expressionless head still rang out with a chilling voice.

"Vortex Flame Array!"

In an instant, flames burst forth from the ten fingers of the headless body.

Xueyue suddenly felt an invisible wave brushing against her face, as if she had encountered an iron wall that stretched out in all directions.

And the name of this iron wall is death!

boom!!

The flickering candlelight, as if encountering oil, transformed into a blazing inferno, completely engulfing the entire building in black flames.

Whether it was the three people facing the flames inside the building or the seemingly safe Mist Ninja outside, they were all instantly engulfed by the barrier of Asura's Hellfire.

There's one more chapter, you can read it tomorrow. With the Qingming Festival holiday approaching, the teachers have been rescheduling classes, messing up my update schedule. I don't know which bastard invented this whole "schedule adjustment" thing!

py: I'm running amok in the time-stop world

(End of this chapter)