What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

Instead, he made an exaggerated gesture of surrender.

His tone was flippant, as if he were playing a game:

"Hero, spare my life..."

Asma frowned.

The feeling that something was wrong was growing stronger.

But he was so eager to save Hong that he couldn't care less about anything else.

He said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I do not wish to harm you."

"I just want to know where Kurenai Yuhi and Class 8 are!"

"If you release them, we'll leave immediately and won't harm you in the slightest!"

"You are still the emperor of the Land of Fire, and we are just ninjas of Konoha."

Di Yan sighed, seemingly helpless:

"Asma, it's been so many years since we last met, and we're already resorting to violence the moment we meet. It's so hurtful to our relationship."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Asuma tightened his grip slightly, bringing the blade a fraction closer. "I know you're no ordinary daimyo."

"Red's disappearance is definitely related to you. Tell us their whereabouts!"

"Sigh, why won't you believe me?"

Di Yan shook his head. "Whether Hong leaves or not is not something I can decide."

"It was her own fault... she didn't want to leave."

"Nonsense!" Asuma refused to believe it. "How could Red be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Di Yan clapped his hands lightly.

Behind the curtain on one side of the side hall.

A slender figure slowly walked out.

With long black hair and a mature, aloof face, it was none other than Kurenai Yuhi!

"red!"

Asma was overjoyed to see the person he had been longing for appear safely.

But then she noticed that Red's expression was unusually cold, and her eyes were empty.

It was like a soulless doll.

His heart suddenly sank.

"Hong! Are you alright? Come here quickly!"

"I'll take you away from here!"

Asma cried out urgently.

However, Kurenai Yuhi remained standing in the same spot.

He spoke in a cold and distant tone that Asma had never heard before:

"Leave? Why should I leave?"

"Asma, you should leave. I have decided to stay by His Majesty's side and be his woman."

“In the future… I will be His Majesty’s concubine.”

"Wha...what?!"

Asuma was struck dumb, completely stunned.

The brain is even more blank.

"Red! Do you know what you're saying?"

"We just...you promised me..."

He couldn't believe his ears.

This is simply a fantasy!

Kurenai's eyes flickered slightly.

A hint of struggle seemed to flash across his face.

But it was immediately covered by an even deeper chill.

Her tone was firm, almost cruel: "That's all fake. Asma, I never truly loved you."

"It didn't happen before, and it's even less likely to happen in the future."

"Please stop bothering me and leave immediately!"

These words were like the sharpest knife.

It viciously ripped out Asma's heart!

The overwhelming shock and disorientation made Asma almost lose his grip on the swallow.

But he was, after all, an experienced ninja.

The intense sense of incongruity and his understanding of red instantly brought him to his senses!

"No! That's not right! You're not Hong! Or rather... you're being controlled!"

"It's an illusion! Di Yan! You bastard! What did you do to Hong?!"

Asuma suddenly turned his head and glared at Di Yan.

The anger in his eyes was almost bursting out.

He was convinced that Di Yan had used despicable means to control Hong's mind!

Anger and worry overwhelmed all reason.

Asma suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

The sharp edge of the chakra blade was about to sever Di Yan's skin.

"Dispel your illusion immediately! Otherwise..."

However, at the very moment he exerted his strength.

A sudden change occurred!

The playful smile on Di Yan's lips vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a cold indifference that looks down on the world.

A strange crimson light suddenly shone in his eyes.

The pattern of the Mangekyou Sharingan instantly appeared!

hum...

A massive, cold, and ominous chakra erupted from Di Yan's body like a volcanic eruption.

The chakra materialized instantly.

It forms a translucent, black, skull-shaped suit of armor, as if it came from the underworld.

It tightly enveloped half of Di Yan's body!

Clang...

Asuma's determined strike landed squarely on the suddenly appearing black skull armor.

It produced a deafening clang, like metal clashing.

Sparks flew.

The seemingly fragile skull armor remained completely still.

Not even a scratch was left.

On the contrary, Asma felt as if he had struck an incredibly hard mountain.

The immense recoil caused his tiger's mouth to split open.

My entire arm is sore and numb!

"what?"

Asuma's pupils dilated, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

What on earth is this?

Chakra Armor?

How could there be such a tough chakra armor?

"Is this no less than piercing Susanoo with a kunai?"

"Asma, your sense of humor is still so unique."

Di Yan's cold voice rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery.

The black skull armor covering his upper body instantly extended and expanded.

A massive, black skeletal arm, composed entirely of this ominous chakra, suddenly took shape.

It possesses a terrifying power that can crush everything.

Like swatting a fly, he slapped it hard at Asuma, who was right next to him!

Too fast!

The power is too great!

This was completely beyond Asuma's reaction limit!

"Boom..."

A dull thud!

Asuma couldn't even perform a blocking motion.

It felt like being hit head-on by a high-speed battering ram.

Blood gushed from his mouth instantly, and the crisp sound of his ribs breaking was clearly audible.

The swallow flew out of his hand.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

It crashed violently into a stone pillar of the palace in the distance!

"Boom!"

The stone pillar was smashed open, cracking into countless fissures.

Asma collapsed to the ground, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

My vision was getting dark.

My whole body was in excruciating pain, and I felt like my body was falling apart!

He raised his head with difficulty.

Look ahead with blurred vision.

The horror in his eyes reached its peak!

Di Yan remained calmly seated in the main seat.

His body was shrouded in a faint, yet despairing, black skeleton.

A deep, eerie red light burned in the skull's eye sockets.

Like a demon god from the underworld!

"This...what kind of power is this..."