Chapter 223

"Then I shall grant your wish!"

Ishihara looked indifferently at the others. "Does anyone else wish to die?"

The others stared in shock at the fallen corpses, feeling both terrified and furious.

Yet all of them were too terrified by Ishihara's ruthlessness to speak.

Using the secret technique does not guarantee death; it might also awaken the Mangekyō.

But opposing him would certainly mean death!

Though they dared not speak, the other Uchiha clan members were consumed by rage and roared in unison.

"Ahhh!!!"

"You bastard, I'll kill you!"

"Pay back my father's life!"

Ishihara watched them calmly as his shadows darted continuously through the crowd.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Figures were dragged out one by one, and over a dozen people knelt before Ishihara.

These very people who had just spoken arrogantly now stared at him in horror, their mouths agape, too terrified to utter a word.

Seeing the scene fall completely silent, Ishihara sneered and curled his lip.

As for Itachi beside him, who seemed about to speak but held back, Ishihara paid him no mind and simply began the experiment.

A sound-sealing barrier unfolded.

Ishihara transmitted the secret technique for cultivating the Mangekyō to the initial nine people.

They were three-tomoe elites carefully selected by Ishihara, and none were particularly old; all were under forty years of age.

Once they had grown familiar with it, Ishihara immediately activated a genjutsu.

Genjutsu Space!

The now immensely powerful Genjutsu Space instantly planted a seed within the minds of the nine.

"You crave power equal to mine, then wish to defeat me and wash away the Uchiha's shame; thus, you fantasize in your hearts that if only you could copy my genjutsu!"

This time, Ishihara held nothing back, unleashing the full power of the Genjutsu Space to its maximum.

For a moment, the nine's eyes grew vacant as they murmured Ishihara's words over and over.

The seed had been planted.

"Very well, prepare to begin circulating the secret technique!"

At Ishihara's command, the nine snapped back to consciousness and began trembling as they circulated the secret technique.

Death began closing in on them!

Inside the barrier.

Upon witnessing this, Uchiha Fugaku and the others went completely mad.

The four charged toward Ishihara with reckless abandon.

"You bastard, I'll kill you!"

Standing atop the thick wooden vines of his Wood Release, Ishihara looked down upon them with an expression of icy coldness.

"Shadow Manipulation Technique!"

Voom—

A dark cloud appeared in the sky!

Fugaku and the others, still charging wildly, stared at the dark cloud in horror, their eyes filled with despair.

The dark cloud blotted out the sun and moon, completely shrouding the entire barrier!

Even if they tried to flee, they could not escape!

Swish!

In an instant, the shadows completely enveloped them.

The four bodies were immobilized!

Teleportation Technique!

Swish!

Ishihara suddenly appeared before them and looked at them expressionlessly. "You think you can kill me?"

Uchiha Yashiro roared excitedly, "You bastard! If you have the guts, release me and fight me one-on-one!"

"You? You think you're worthy?"

Ishihara sneered and flicked his hand lightly. In an instant, shadows coalesced into several black spears which, with a series of wet pings as they pierced flesh, repeatedly stabbed into Yashiro's body.

His internal organs, even the position of his heart, were pierced through, and he vomited a torrent of blood.

Yet though he was clearly on the brink of death, a hint of excitement faintly showed on his grotesque face.

His two eyes stared fixedly at Ishihara.

"Dōjutsu: Peach Blossom!"

Voom—

A mysterious wave radiated outward, transferring directly from Yashiro's body onto Ishihara's.

Yashiro's heart instantly surged with狂喜 (狂喜).

He desperately wanted to reach Ishihara's side; his sole purpose in goading Ishihara into a frenzy was to injure himself!

And it had to be a fatal wound!

Then he would use the Dōjutsu to transfer those injuries onto Ishihara's body!

Now, he had succeeded!

The injuries Shi Yuan had inflicted upon himself had completely vanished; he was now whole and unharmed!

But Shi Yuan would die from the injuries he himself had caused!

Baidai's face twisted into a grotesque grin as he laughed wildly at Shi Yuan...

"Die, Shi Yuan!!!"

"You will be killed by the injuries your own attacks caused! Taste the flavor of death at your own hands!"

"Hahahaha... Gah!"

Baidai's laughter cut off abruptly. He stared at Shi Yuan in shock. "How are you unharmed?!"

Shi Yuan sneered, "It seems you didn't take my words to heart."

What words?

Baidai froze, then a sentence sprang to mind.

"Since you know I have studied your eye technique, you should understand that I have mastered your eye technique!"

Could it be that my eye technique has also been mastered by Shi Yuan?!

To whom were those injuries transferred?!

Baidai's pupils contracted sharply. Bone-chilling cold surged through his heart. He turned around in haste, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He screamed in panic, "Hiruko!!!"

There, on Uchiha Hiruko's body, appeared numerous grotesque gaping wounds, blood gushing out in a steady flow.

The entire person was nearly dead!

And those injuries were exactly the same as the wounds he had on his body before!

Uchiha Hiruko looked at him with dim eyes, forcing a weak smile.

Baidai's heart trembled. He urgently spoke with a trembling voice:

"Don't worry, I will save you. My eye technique can save you!"

Just as he was about to activate the eye technique Peach Blossom, a shadow blocked his view.

"Your eye technique?!"

Baidai looked up. Shi Yuan's icy gaze pierced into his vision, making his heart grow cold. "What do you want to do?"

The response was a pair of hands approaching his eyes, gently pressing against them.

"No! No!!"

Baidai trembled all over, struggling frantically, roaring and bellowing.

If his eyes were gouged out, there would be no way to save Hiruko.

Splat!