Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

Nangong Yehua's voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying a sense of tragic grandeur and heroic spirit.

Susanoo wielded the lightning sword and swung it down with overwhelming force, the sword light slicing through the sky like a bolt of lightning, aiming straight for the core of the rock giant.

"boom!"

A deafening roar seemed to tear the entire battlefield apart.

Chapter 547 Is Mei Terumi Jealous?

The lightning greatsword struck the rock giant's body without mercy, splitting it in two. Huge rock fragments flew everywhere, turning into dust.

As for Wu, the controller of the Rock Giant, he also lost all life in this devastating attack. His eyes were filled with resentment and shock before he finally turned into nothingness.

The battle has finally come to an end. Nangong Yehua, with her invincible demeanor, has won this life-or-death struggle.

As the smoke of battle gradually dissipated, a faint scent of scorched earth and intertwined lightning lingered in the air.

Nangong Yehua's figure stood out prominently amidst the ruins. He slowly withdrew the power of Susanoo and turned to look at Terumi Mei, who was walking slowly towards him.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed her in a warm, golden glow, gilding her already beautiful face.

Terumi Mei's face was filled with worry. She quickly stepped forward, her eyes carefully searching Nangong Yehua's body, afraid of missing any trace of injury.

"Nangong Yehua, are you...are you injured?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her bright eyes were filled with concern and anxiety.

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to dispel all gloom.

"I'm fine, Mei Terumi, don't worry."

His words were gentle yet firm, as if telling everyone that no matter what difficulties and challenges he faced, he would be safe and sound.

However, this peace did not last long, and Nangong Yehua suddenly felt a surge of longing for her friend.

"By the way, Mei Terumi, have you seen Tsunade? How is she doing?" His tone revealed a hint of urgency that was barely perceptible.

Upon hearing Nangong Yehua mention Tsunade, Mei Terumi's expression subtly changed, seemingly showing some anger, or perhaps a hint of jealousy.

She gently bit her lower lip and said in a deliberately defiant tone:

"I haven't seen her yet, but her grandfather, Hashirama Senju, has been resurrected, so Tsunade should be doing alright now."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua nodded slightly, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, I understand."

His words were concise and clear, but he felt more at ease about Tsunade's safety.

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly made an unexpected move. He scooped up Terumi Mei and pulled her into his arms.

Asking for flowers

This sudden action startled Terumi Mei, who instinctively wrapped her arms around Nangong Yehua's neck, her cheeks instantly flushing red as she shyly lowered her head.

"Nangong Yehua, what... what are you doing?"

Mei Terumi's voice was barely audible, but her shyness and sweetness were palpable.

Nangong Yehua looked down at Terumi Mei in his arms, his eyes full of tenderness and doting.

"I just wanted to hug you and thank you for always being by my side, no matter when or where."

His voice was deep and magnetic, each word seeming to strike directly at Mei Terumi's heart.

As Mei Terumi felt the warmth and solidity in Nangong Yehua's arms, her unease and jealousy instantly vanished.

She gently rested her head on Nangong Yehua's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, a happy smile spreading across her face.

The two embraced quietly, as if the whole world had stood still.

Chapter 548 There are still those who are not afraid of death!

The two figures embracing each other looked especially warm in the afterglow of the setting sun, and time seemed to slow down at that moment.

However, this tranquility did not last long, as a burst of noise shattered the surrounding silence.

Nangong Yehua and Terumi Mei looked up at the same time and saw a group of ninjas who had appeared not far away and were looking at them with complicated expressions.

"Hey, look over there, who are those two?"

The voice of the young ninja, "313," carried a hint of curiosity and surprise.

"Holy crap, it's Nangong Yehua, and that... Mizukage Terumi Mei?!"

The other ninja's voice was filled with disbelief; clearly, neither of them had expected to encounter these two influential figures in the ninja world here.

I never expected them to stand together so intimately.

Nangong Yehua gently put Terumi Mei down. The two looked at each other and saw wariness and vigilance in each other's eyes.

Nangong Yehua turned around, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at the approaching group of ninjas, his voice low and powerful:

"Hey, what are you doing around here!"

The middle-aged ninja leading the group wore a black bodysuit and had a playful smile on his face.

He slowly walked forward, looking Nangong Yehua and Zhao Meiming up and down, as if admiring a rare treasure.

"Nothing much, just browsing around, but..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

"If Kirigakure knew that their Mizukage was with a wanted criminal, I wonder what they would think?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding ninjas revealed gloating smiles, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of putting the two powerful figures in an awkward position.

"Right, brothers, hahaha!" A burst of laughter followed, echoing across the empty ruins.

Mei Terumi's face instantly darkened; she pursed her lips tightly, her eyes flashing with anger.

As the Mizukage of Kirigakure, she was well aware of her identity and responsibilities, and she understood the controversy and trouble that would ensue if she stood with a "wanted criminal" like Nangong Yehua.

But she also knew that she could not sever her feelings for Nangong Yehua, and she did not want him to face all of this alone.

Nangong Yehua smiled coldly; he was not afraid of any threats or challenges.

He slowly stepped forward, confronting the middle-aged ninja who was leading the group, his voice conveying an undeniable authority:

“My affairs are none of your business. As for my relationship with Mei Terumi, that’s even less for you to judge.”

His eyes were firm and deep, as if they could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

The surrounding ninjas were intimidated by his imposing presence and stopped laughing, creating a tense atmosphere.

Just then, Terumi Mei gently tugged at Nangong Yehua's sleeve, her voice both gentle and firm:

"Nangong Yehua, let's go. Don't waste time with these boring people."

Nangong Yehua nodded, giving the group of ninjas a deep look, as if warning them not to act rashly.

Then, he turned around, took Mei Terumi's hand, and the two walked side by side into the distance, leaving behind a group of ninjas looking at each other in bewilderment.

The setting sun cast long shadows of them, as if silently blessing this love that was not accepted by the world.

The group of ninjas gradually disappeared into the distance, their silhouettes fading into the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chapter 549 Casually Annihilate

After Nangong Yehua and Zhao Meiming walked a long way side by side, the afterglow of the setting sun seemed to be lengthened by their silhouettes until they disappeared into the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

The group of ninjas left behind watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, their hearts filled with mixed feelings, including fear of Nangong Yehua's arrogant demeanor.

There is also the contrast between Mei, the Mizukage, and her shock and confusion at being with a "wanted criminal."

"asshole!"

Finally, a young ninja couldn't hold back any longer and started cursing, his voice filled with resentment and anger.

His companions echoed his sentiments, their curses rising and falling, as if this could slightly alleviate their dissatisfaction and frustration.

However, the curses were quickly replaced by a sudden silence, as if even the air itself had frozen in that moment.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, a dazzling white light suddenly streaked across the sky from afar, approaching in an instant like lightning.

The light was so intense that it was almost impossible to look directly at it. Then, an extremely sharp sword aura, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart, suddenly attacked the group of ninjas.

"careful!"

The middle-aged ninja in the lead reacted the fastest. He shouted and tried to warn his companions to take cover, but it was too late.

The white blade of light, like the scythe of death, swept past with lightning speed, leaving a trail of flying figures and splattering blood wherever it passed.

In just half a second, all the ninjas who were gathered together had their heads rolled to the ground, none of them surviving.

This scene happened so suddenly that everyone present was stunned, including Nangong Yehua and Zhao Meiming in the distance.

Unlike them, Nangong Yehua showed no surprise or smugness on his face, as if all of this was within his expectations.

He simply waved his hand behind him, and the deadly white blade of light appeared as if summoned as a ghost.

It completed its mission in an instant, and then silently vanished into the air.

Mei Terumi sensed the faint killing intent emanating from Nangong Yehua beside her, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

She was both shocked by Nangong Yehua's strength and impressed by his unassailable authority.

She knew that Nangong Yehua did this not only to protect the two of them, but also to uphold their dignity and freedom.

"Ye Hua..."

Mei Terumi called out softly, her voice filled with both worry and understanding.

She understood that in this ninja world filled with killing and betrayal, only overwhelming strength could protect everything they wanted to protect.

Nangong Yehua turned to look at Terumi Mei, a hint of tenderness and comfort flashing in her eyes.

He gently took her hand and continued walking forward, as if nothing had happened.

Their steps remained firm and composed, as if declaring to the world: no matter how difficult or dangerous the road ahead, they would walk hand in hand forever.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows longer, forever freezing this moment of tranquility and beauty on the canvas of time.

The corpses and blood left behind became a negligible footnote in this legendary story.

Meanwhile, deep within Konoha Village, where the moonlight was faint and the stars were hidden, an epic battle spanning generations quietly began.

Chapter 550 Orochimaru vs. Hashirama Senju

This is not a repetition of history, but rather the work of some unknown force that caused the legendary "God of Shinobi"—Hashirama Senju—to be brought to his knees.

On this quiet night, a thrilling duel unfolds between Orochimaru, renowned for his forbidden techniques, and Orochimaru.

On the training ground, the ancient stone slabs are mottled from the erosion of time, and towering ancient trees surround it.

The occasional cries of night birds echoed through the branches and leaves, adding a touch of grimness to the battle.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, barely illuminating the entire battlefield, making every detail appear so clear and brutal.

Hashirama Senju, dressed in simple ninja attire, was surrounded by a faint wood-style chakra, as if he were one with nature.

Although his face had weathered many storms, it still exuded an extraordinary dignity, and his eyes revealed a wisdom and power that transcended time.

He slowly drew the giant wood-style blade from his back, each breath causing fluctuations in the surrounding air, showcasing his unprecedented power.

On the other side, Orochimaru wore his signature black trench coat, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a thirst for knowledge and a greed for power.

His hands were constantly forming hand seals, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by his will.

Various venomous chakra entities slithered around him, ready to launch a deadly attack at any moment.

The battle erupted in an instant. Hashirama Senju flashed forward, and his massive Wood Release blade, as heavy as a mountain, slashed fiercely at Orochimaru with a whistling sound.

Orochimaru moved with ghostly speed, easily dodging the attack. At the same time, he quickly formed hand seals, and several venomous snakes formed from chakra shot out from the ground, heading straight for Hashirama Senju.

However, these seemingly fierce attacks were like child's play in front of Hashirama Senju's Wood Release, and he easily neutralized them.

As the battle intensified, both of them unleashed their most powerful ninjutsu.

Hashirama Senju's Wood Release technique is incredibly powerful, capable of creating enormous trees and vines to trap enemies.

It can also summon a giant wooden dragon to attack, and each attack makes the entire training ground tremble.

Orochimaru, on the other hand, relied on his unique ninjutsu and forbidden techniques to constantly summon various bizarre creatures and toxins in an attempt to find a weakness in Hashirama Senju.

During the battle, both men wore unusually grave expressions. Hashirama Senju's brows were furrowed, as if he were recalling past battle experiences, searching for a way to break Orochimaru's forbidden techniques.

Orochimaru, on the other hand, smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as if this battle was nothing to him.