Chapter 46

The long blade collided with the meteor, producing a deafening roar.

Cracks instantly spread across the meteor’s surface; the terrifying force transmitted to the ground, causing the entire secret realm to shake violently.

Zhu Yan roared, slamming both arms forward—with a sharp crack—the meteor, capable of obliterating an entire city, was torn cleanly in two.

Zhu Yan shook his numb arms, his crimson eyes locked onto Jiang Xia, his malevolent aura surging straight into the heavens: “Now, it’s my turn!”

Zhu Yan let out a deafening howl toward the sky, the sonic waves churning the clouds; his massive palm slammed down with the force of ten thousand tons.

Where the palm’s wind reached, the ground shattered into spiderweb-like chasms.

Jiang Xia’s pupils rotated, activating Shinra Tensei in an instant.

The colossal palm, carrying annihilating power, passed straight through his body and crashed violently into the mountain rock behind him.

“Boom—” After the thunderous explosion, the entire peak collapsed, dust and shattered stone filling half the sky.

“Again with this trick! I’ll see how long Itachi can keep dodging!”

“Demon God Weapon Mirror: Manifest Ten Thousand Weapons!”

Amid Zhu Yan’s roar, violent malevolent energy surged outward, condensing in midair into countless weapons of varied forms.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, maces, hooks, and forks densely obscured the entire sky; each radiated a lethal intent sharp enough to slice through space, plummeting toward Jiang Xia’s position.

Jiang Xia stood atop the crumbling rocks, his Rinnegan and Sharingan spinning simultaneously—he advanced, not retreated.

His hands moved swiftly through seals, his throat rumbling: “Wood Release: Wood Clone Technique!”

Several wooden clones burst from his body, identical in form to his true self.

Almost as the clones appeared, Jiang Xia’s eyes hardened sharply: “Susano’o!”

Pale blue chakra erupted from the wooden clones, rapidly coalescing into towering skeletal figures, then covered in muscle and skin.

Dozens of Susano’o, towering dozens of zhang high, rose from the ground, shielding Jiang Xia’s true body at the center.

Each held a massive blade forged from condensed chakra.

“Child’s play!”

Zhu Yan sneered, commanding the myriad divine weapons to descend. The sky filled with the shriek of blades colliding with Susano’o’s giant swords.

The metallic clangs rang endlessly, sparks flying, making the very air of the secret realm tremble.

The Susano’o’s giant swords swung, shattering the malevolent energy weapons one after another.

But shattered weapons reformed into malevolent energy, instantly condensing into new blades—endless and unceasing.

“Child’s play?”

Jiang Xia’s lips curled into a cold smile; his Rinnegan and Sharingan spun faster.

“Then I’ll crush Itachi with absolute power!”

“Complete Body Susano’o!”

As the words ended, the chakra surrounding Jiang Xia’s true body erupted violently.

A deeper blue energy, denser than that of the wooden clones, shot skyward, merging with the chakra of the outer Susano’o.

A blue giant descended, clad in layered armor, wings formed of spiritual energy behind his back, wielding a gourd-shaped sword.

The Ten-Pound Sword carved a circular arc; deep blue blade energy, wrapped in Amaterasu’s black flames, swept outward.

Where it passed, space tore open with black fissures; the endless malevolent energy weapons vanished instantly, not a single wisp left.

The blade’s residual energy continued, slicing straight toward Zhu Yan’s face.

Zhu Yan’s crimson eyes flared violently; his roar shook heaven and earth.

“If Itachi seek death, then witness my true power!”

“Warlord’s Space!”

“Demon God Weapon Mirror’s Ultimate Technique: War Pagoda!”

As Zhu Yan’s roar ended, the space around him twisted and darkened.

All light in the secret realm was swallowed; from beneath the earth came countless metallic clangs of weapons bursting through the ground.

Broken spear tips, rusted blades, shattered armor surged from the soil.

In an instant, they piled behind Zhu Yan into a mountain range stretching across the horizon; each broken weapon radiated the bloodshed and silence of a thousand battlefield deaths.

“This is the Warlord’s Space—your grave!”

Zhu Yan spread his arms; the entire weapon mountain shattered, billions of broken weapons flowing like iron rivers, coalescing before him into a colossal battle blade a hundred zhang long.

The blade’s surface was riddled with cracks, inlaid with the vengeful souls of countless fallen heroes; every tremor emitted a piercing wail, slicing fine fissures into space itself.

“War Pagoda—Slash!”

The colossal blade descended with the power to destroy heaven and earth; where its wind passed, the earth was stripped away in layers, and even the air ignited into crimson flame.

“System, spend 300,000 points to purchase Sage Mode trial card!”

[Purchase Successful]

[Congratulations, Host, Itachi have obtained the Hashirama Senju Sage Mode Trial Card]

Jiang Xia stood in midair, hands clasped together, palms facing; suddenly, distant Buddhist chants echoed across the heavens, golden light piercing the darkened space.

“Sage Art: Buddha’s Topmost Transformation!”

As Jiang Xia whispered, the golden light behind him condensed into a hundred-zhang-tall golden Buddha, its body embedded with flowing senjutsu spiritual energy.

Its eyes radiated boundless compassion; slowly, the Buddha raised its right hand, palm downward, and countless golden Buddha seals poured forth, densely covering the sky.

“True Thousand Hands!”

Suddenly, a thousand golden arms unfolded behind the Buddha, each forming a different seal—some suppressing, some purifying, some sealing.

All thousand arms swung simultaneously; countless Buddha seals collided violently with the War Pagoda blade.

No earth-shattering roar—only the clash of Buddhist chants and the wails of vengeful souls.

Golden Buddha energy surged into the blade like a tide; the vengeful souls on its surface were instantly purified, the cracks spreading visibly across its frame.

“No! My Pagoda!”

Zhu Yan frantically poured malevolent energy into the blade, trying to repair it—but the Buddha’s thousand arms suddenly clenched, crushing the hundred-zhang blade into fragments, turning it into a storm of iron dust.

Immediately, the thousand arms fell like a rainstorm, each carrying the crushing force of a mountain, slamming onto Zhu Yan’s body.

Zhu Yan’s true body cracked apart inch by inch under the Buddha’s power; his crimson blood and malevolent energy were continuously purified by golden light.

Finally, the Buddha’s main palm descended gently, crushing Zhu Yan into the earth like an ant, leaving a bottomless crater beneath the massive handprint.

The golden light faded; the Buddha slowly dissolved. Jiang Xia landed beside the Buddha-shaped crater, the senjutsu receding, his face pale.

He looked down at the dying Zhu Yan in the crater and murmured: “I could’ve killed Itachi with other methods—but I wanted to feel what this Buddha was like!”

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Shanhai Pass—

“Granddaughter, this… your classmate is always this reckless?”

Even Ye Ting, a Saint, could not help but stare in shock.

“Uh… I guess so!” Ye Lingxi stared, unsure what to say—Jiang Xia always created miracles at critical moments.

Seeing this, the morale of all human forces surged; countless destiny forces surged toward Liu Qingxuan.

At this moment, the golden figure symbolizing human destiny was about to catch up to the Beast Clan.