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

Finally, his gaze settled on Mei Terumi, as if searching for something.

"I... am here to find an answer."

His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it contained endless stories and vicissitudes.

"Answer?"

Nangong Yehua and Terumi Mei exchanged bewildered glances. Terumi Mei, mustering her courage, stepped forward and asked:

"What answer? And what can we offer you?"

Itachi Uchiha smiled slightly, but there was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in that smile. "An answer about the past, present, and future," he said slowly.

“I have walked in the darkness of 313 for too long and witnessed too much pain and despair. I long to find a way.”

"To end this cycle and let the ninja world be bathed in light again."

As Itachi Uchiha finished speaking, the atmosphere in the courtyard became unusually heavy.

Both Nangong Yehua and Zhao Meiming could sense the weight and determination in his words, and they vaguely guessed the true purpose of his trip.

However, what can they do in the face of such a powerful predecessor?

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly spoke:

"Uchiha Itachi, although we may not be able to answer your question directly, if you are willing to trust us..."

Chapter 555 Life and death, I have long since disregarded them.

Upon hearing this, Itachi Uchiha smiled faintly, a smile that contained both surprise at Nangong Yehua's concern and an indescribable determination.

He gently shook his head, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he looked directly into Nangong Yehua's eyes, his tone carrying an undeniable authority:

"There's no need for that, Nangong Yehua. You just need to fight me and let me see if your strength is enough for me to acknowledge."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua frowned, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that Uchiha Itachi's strength was unfathomable, and he was even more unwilling to become an enemy of this senior.

So he shook his head firmly, his voice low and powerful:

"Uchiha Itachi, I respect your strength and wisdom, but I do not wish to fight you. Because... I fear you will die!"

The moment those words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze, and even the surrounding wind stopped.

Uchiha Itachi was taken aback for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh. The laugh contained both his frank praise for Nangong Yehua and his calm acceptance of his own fate.

"Hahaha, Nangong Yehua, your concern is truly commendable. But you must understand, battle is a ninja's destiny, and one of the reasons for my existence."

"As for life and death, I have long since disregarded them."

With that, Itachi Uchiha moved slightly, and a powerful burst of chakra erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire courtyard like a storm.

His eyes instantly turned blood red, and the light of his Sharingan flickered, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world.

At this moment, he was no longer the Uchiha Itachi burdened by a heavy past, but transformed into a demon on the battlefield, ready to meet any challenge.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua knew that this battle could no longer be avoided. He took a deep breath, adjusted his chakra to its optimal state, and looked at Uchiha Itachi with unwavering determination.

"Since you insist, senior, then I will do my best. But please remember, senior, I am not fighting for the sake of fighting, but to prove my beliefs and determination."

After saying that, Nangong Yehua moved swiftly, rushing towards Uchiha Itachi with the agility of a cheetah.

His movements were swift and precise, and every move reflected his profound understanding and unique insights into combat.

However, Itachi Uchiha seemed to have seen through his intentions, and each attack was easily neutralized by him.

As the battle intensified, the two men's morale surged wildly.

Nangong Yehua's chakra was like a blazing flame, illuminating the entire courtyard; while Uchiha Itachi's chakra was like a deep ocean, unfathomable and full of danger.

Each of their clashes caused the space to tremble slightly, as if even heaven and earth were shaking for the sake of this battle.

Just then, following Nangong Yehua's instructions, Terumi Mei quietly retreated to a corner of the courtyard.

She looked at the two people on the field with worry, her hands clenched into fists, silently praying that Nangong Yehua would be safe and sound.

(Good, good) With a deafening shout, Uchiha Itachi and Nangong Yehua released their ultimate powers—Susanoo—almost at the same moment.

At that moment, the entire world seemed to tremble, the air was torn apart, the wind howled, and dust and fallen leaves were swept up, forming an unprecedented storm.

Itachi Uchiha's Susanoo is like a war god in flames, clad in crimson armor, with eerie red light flashing in his eyes, and surrounded by blazing flames.

Chapter 556 The Battle of the Two Susanoo

The armor reflected half the sky as if stained with blood. The intricate Uchiha clan crest was carved on the armor, every detail exuding boundless majesty and power.

He held a huge flaming longsword, its tip pointing straight to the sky, as if it could cut through all obstacles in the world.

Nangong Yehua's Susanoo, on the other hand, was like a king in the dark night, clad in jet-black armor, with deep blue eyes and surrounded by icy coldness.

He froze the other half of the sky into frost. Mysterious runes flowed across his armor, emitting a chilling blue light that sent shivers down one's spine.

He clenched his enormous ice fists, covered with sharp ice spikes, each strike powerful enough to shatter mountains and reverse the flow of rivers.

The collision of the two Susanoo instantly tore the sky in two, one red and one black, like the two poles of yin and yang, confronting each other yet attracting each other.

The scene was so magnificent that it seemed to change the very color of heaven and earth.

The battle was about to begin. Itachi Uchiha took the initiative, wielding his flaming sword with the momentum of burning everything in its path, and slashed fiercely at Nangong Yehua's Susanoo.

The sword light, like a dragon, slashed through the sky, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be ignited, making a hissing sound.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua neither dodged nor avoided, but instead met the challenge head-on. He swung his ice fist, directly clashing with Uchiha Itachi's sword light.

Fist and sword clashed, unleashing a deafening roar, and a powerful shockwave emanated from the two of them.

It spread in all directions, destroying the surrounding trees and rocks, and raising dust that blotted out the sky.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, with each strike containing earth-shattering power.

Itachi Uchiha's swordsmanship was sharp and unpredictable, sometimes like a raging storm, sometimes like a gentle stream, making it impossible to defend against.

Nangong Yehua's boxing style was incredibly fierce and powerful; each punch was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, unstoppable.

Their expressions were focused and cold, their eyes fixed only on the other person, as if the whole world had stood still.

Sweat streamed down their foreheads, dripping onto the ground beneath their feet, where it evaporated instantly.

Their breathing was heavy and rapid, each breath like a roar from the depths of their throats, filled with a desire for victory and respect for the battle.

As the battle intensified, their Susanoo began to display even more astonishing power.

Itachi Uchiha's flaming longsword gradually became even hotter, and each swing seemed to ignite the entire world.

Nangong Yehua's ice fist became even harder and sharper, each strike capable of shattering hard rocks into dust.

The surrounding scene became increasingly horrific; the courtyard was long gone, replaced by a desolate battlefield.

Flames and ice intertwine, creating a breathtaking scene.

As the tacit understanding between Itachi Uchiha and Nangong Yehua vanished in an instant, a tense and solemn atmosphere once again filled the air.

The distance between the two slowly increased, as if they were making final preparations for the fierce confrontation that was about to take place.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, and his aura began to fluctuate violently. The blue light flowing on his black armor gradually gathered into tiny arcs of electricity.

They leaped around him. His eyes were closed, and his hands were slowly raised, palms facing each other, as if gathering some terrifying power.

"Thunder Annihilation Blade, Reincarnation, Moment!"

With Nangong Yehua's low shout...

Chapter 557 Cataclysmic Upheaval: Flames and Lightning

The sky seemed to be torn apart, and a dazzling bolt of lightning burst forth from his palm, instantly transforming into a gigantic lightning blade.

With a devastating force, it sped toward Uchiha Itachi.

Wherever the lightning blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound, and even space itself was distorted.

Lightning crackles across the blade, each bolt containing enough power to destroy mountains, inspiring awe and fear.

Faced with this sudden attack, Itachi Uchiha did not show the slightest panic.

A faint smile played on his lips, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen through the essence of all things in the world.

"Izanagi!" Itachi Uchiha murmured, and a black mist suddenly surged around his body, enveloping him completely.

The mist contained a strange power that made his figure blurry and illusory, as if he had disappeared from this world.

However, just as the lightning blade was about to strike Uchiha Itachi, his figure appeared like a ghost to the side of the lightning blade.

A jet-black flaming longsword had appeared in his hand without him even noticing. Black flames swirled around the sword, each flame containing the power to burn the soul, sending chills down one's spine.

"Black Flame!"

Uchiha Itachi suddenly swung his sword, the tip of which collided with the lightning blade, unleashing a deafening roar.

Black flames and lightning intertwined, bursting forth with dazzling light, illuminating the entire sky as if it were daytime.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate, but Itachi Uchiha clearly had no intention of giving up.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his figure suddenly became illusory, as if he had transformed into countless afterimages, rapidly shuttling around the lightning blade.

"Phantom Raven!" With Itachi Uchiha's low shout, the afterimages suddenly transformed into a flock of jet-black crows.

They flapped their wings and flew high, circling around the Thunderblade and emitting piercing cries.

These crows are not physical entities, but rather illusions created by Itachi Uchiha. They can disrupt the enemy's vision and create chaos.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua frowned slightly; he had clearly also sensed the power of this illusion.

But he did not back down; instead, his will hardened even more. He gripped the lightning blade tightly with both hands, and the power within him surged once more, attempting to break free from the illusion's constraints.

Asking for flowers

"Reincarnation, break!"

Nangong Yehua let out a low roar, and an even more dazzling burst of lightning suddenly erupted from the lightning blade.

The crows that had been circling the lightning blade vanished in the face of this power, and the illusion was instantly broken.

At the same time, Nangong Yehua sprang up and rushed towards Uchiha Itachi like lightning.

The lightning blade in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air, slashing towards Uchiha Itachi with the power to tear through space.

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Uchiha Itachi dodged the attack with a swift movement.

But he had no chance to catch his breath, because Nangong Yehua's offensive was like a relentless storm, each strike containing enough power to be fatal.

The two clashed repeatedly in the air, their sword light and lightning intertwining to create a breathtaking scene.

Their movements were swift and powerful, each collision producing a deafening roar that seemed to tremble the heavens and earth.

Sweat slid down their foreheads, dripped into the air, and instantly evaporated into nothingness.

Their breathing was heavy and rapid, each breath like a roar from the depths of their throats.

Chapter 558 Itachi Uchiha's Defeat

It was filled with a desire for victory and respect for the battle.

In this battle, Nangong Yehua's "Thunder Annihilation Blade, Reincarnation, Moment" demonstrated astonishing destructive power and speed.

Itachi Uchiha's "Izanagi, Black Flame, Illusionary Crow" showcased his unfathomable genjutsu and fire power.

The contest between the two was not only a clash of strength, but also a battle of wits and will.

As the clock ticked down, the battle intensified. Both fighters were giving it their all, determined to kill the other.

At the climax of the battle, Nangong Yehua's Susanoo seemed to be filled with endless lightning and power.

Its body grew larger and larger, surrounded by a blue light mixed with dazzling lightning. Each ray of light was like a lightning bolt tearing through the sky, neutralizing Uchiha Itachi's attacks one by one.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua's eyes shone with unprecedented determination and resolve. He knew that this was not only a contest of strength, but also a test of his beliefs and will.

Uchiha Itachi's Susanoo, though equally powerful, began to show signs of fatigue in the face of Nangong Yehua's lightning that seemed capable of devouring everything.

Although his flaming longsword was still blazing hot, each swing seemed to grow heavier, and there appeared to be a faint tremor mixed in with the black flames.

Uchiha Itachi's face was pale, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes, which were full of determination, never left Nangong Yehua's figure.

Finally, in a decisive clash, Nangong Yehua's Lightning Blade pierced through Uchiha Itachi's Susanoo defense with unstoppable force.

It struck its main body directly. At that moment, Itachi Uchiha's body jolted violently.

As if struck by a thunderbolt, his Susanoo instantly collapsed, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.