Chương 135: Ghostly Aura

A terrifying burst of chakra erupted from Hashirama's body, like a landslide or a tsunami. The massive chakra surged like a tidal wave. Instantly, the many Kirigakure ninjas on the plaza felt a chill run down their spines. Under the immense pressure, their bodies stiffened, cold sweat poured down their faces, and their breathing became rapid.

That's terrifying chakra!

On the field, Hashirama made no move. The smooth bluestone slab beneath his feet was covered with jagged spiderweb-like cracks that spread rapidly in all directions. The air itself trembled and distorted. Under the heavy pressure, tiny pebbles and dust particles were lifted and suspended in mid-air by the invisible pressure.

The pupils of all the Hidden Mist ninjas shrank in unison.

Is this the man known as the God of Shinobi? Just facing him, I feel no sense of resistance, only a heavy sense of powerlessness.

Among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, everyone's expressions were solemn.

"What chakra..." Huan Yue's lips moved. The idea that he could fight back after completing the Sage Mode was probably a bit naive.

He had never seen chakra of this quality in anyone before.

It was like a crouching, ferocious beast, making one tremble with fear.

The water rippled across his body, and under the water transformation technique, circles of ripples spread across his skin, relieving the pressure.

Cai Cang bowed slightly, half-hiding behind Hong Shi Cao, and subconsciously hid himself.

Because, intuitively, I felt that I would be killed by this man, killed in one move!

Hong Shicao's body trembled slightly as she bit her lip and struggled to resist. In just a moment, her back was drenched in sweat.

Despite the impact, Yuki remained silent. As a burst of icy aura erupted from her body, a layer of icy white chakra flames rose and swirled around her. She coldly stared at the God of Shinobi, silently assessing her chances of victory.

The conclusion was reached in just a moment.

The odds of winning are zero.

Standing casually atop Akatsuki's head, Mito held a sword in one hand and squinted at Senju Hashirama.

With her own massive chakra reserves, Mito was not afraid of this chakra impact that was stronger than her own. The less chakra one had, the heavier the pressure they felt.

Although I could sense Hashirama Senju's massive chakra, it didn't actually have any real impact.

All I can say is...

"Truly worthy of being called the God of Ninjas..."

You are strong, but I am not weak either. I may lose, but I am not an opponent I cannot defeat.

However, Mito squinted and confirmed one thing.

He didn't recognize me.

He didn't even recognize me with my conspicuous red hair; he really didn't care about me at all.

High up, sitting atop a manta ray, Shishi Kagura sat upright as always, her back ramrod straight, though a hermit-like mask had quietly appeared on her face, and she pressed one hand against her Raidao fang, looking somewhat displeased.

I feel underestimated...

Shishi Kagura is still a bit young and eager to try.

Jie Luo sat in the void, legs crossed, chin propped up, watching Senju Hashirama unleash his fury with a faint smile.

Before them, the old man of the White Lotus stood on the ground, his back straight, seemingly without fear. Looking at the Mizukage's upright back, the Hidden Mist ninjas felt reassured.

Even when facing the god of the ninja world, the Mizukage would never be inferior to anyone.

From the front, one eye stood guard and the other kept watch; the old man's face twitched.

The guy in front of him could use Sage Mode. With such a massive amount of chakra combined with Sage Mode, even the old man Bailian dared not think too deeply about it. He could only sweat profusely and remain expressionless.

He couldn't stop it, and he absolutely couldn't back down.

If this continues...

The next second, an immense pressure suddenly erupted behind Byakuren, pure aura, without the slightest trace of chakra mixed in.

Bai Lian knew who it was, but she didn't turn around.

Seemingly endless negative emotions erupted like a volcano. Sitting in the void, Jie Luo's scarlet eyes gleamed with an eerie blood light. Behind him, in mid-air, invisible forces and negative emotions condensed, intertwined, and converged, forming a gigantic, ferocious demon face that occupied the entire sky. The vicious demon face looked down at Konoha opposite, and the enormous negative emotions surged and crashed down like a tidal wave.

As the air trembled, muffled sounds filled the air. Even those at the forefront, upon receiving this invisible impact, began to pale, sweat, feel palpitations, and experience rapid breathing. Their hands and feet trembled slightly, and they gradually began to have difficulty breathing.

"This demonic aura..." Tobirama Senju's pupils suddenly contracted. This was the first time in his life he had seen such a massive demonic aura. It was truly astonishing. Tobirama murmured, "This thing... it really is a demon..."

Among the Konoha ninja, Hyuga Tennin looked at Yura with a solemn expression.

"Himehime of the Mist..."

Some thoughts that had just arisen were silently dismissed; I need to go back and make some careful plans.

Tobirama glanced back at the Konoha ninja struggling to breathe behind him, stepped forward, and whispered, "Brother..."

Hashirama Senju looked at Yura and couldn't understand it at all.

"With this kind of power, did you really need to play dead in front of me before? Were you just messing with me?"

With a small head and a big question, unable to figure it out, he withdrew all his chakra.

The imposing aura vanished abruptly, and then the ghostly energy released by Jieluo dissipated.

The ninjas from both sides, panting heavily after surviving the ordeal, filled the plaza with gasps and gasps.

Mito gripped her twin swords, a smirk playing on her lips. The stronger Yura became, the more it proved her judgment was correct. In her perception, Yura was an extremely special and extraordinary being, even surpassing the Senju Hashirama before her.

Shishikagura lowered her head, staring strangely at the top of Yura's head.

She held back when she hit me before; she didn't unleash this much power at all. Is this ghostly energy?

Don't underestimate me!

He suddenly let out a cold snort and turned his head away.

Since inheriting the Thunder Fang, the joy of achieving success in cultivation has faded considerably.

Forget it, we can't beat the monster.

Lazily crossing her legs, Yura sat in mid-air, her hands supporting her cheeks, looking down at Hashirama Senju.

His gaze passed over the white lotus before him, and Hashirama stared directly at Yura.

"We meet again, Oni-hime," Hashirama said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the pupils of the group of ninjas shrank, and they were shocked.

Scratching his head, Hashirama said, "I was a bit too rough last time, I'm really sorry. I still don't know your name."

"Yura..." Yura smiled faintly, "Thank you for your kindness. Your Wood Release technique is truly unforgettable. Hashirama Senju, since my debut, you're the only person I've ever lost to..."

Jieluo seized the opportunity to boost his reputation.

"Haha..." Hashirama said, "I've seen some ninjas since the Warring States period who can use demonic energy, but someone like you is a first. Oni-hime, just how many people have you killed?"

At this moment, in the eyes of Hashirama Senju, Tobirama Senju, and Tennin Hyuga, Yura was blood red from head to toe, and his whole body exuded a dangerous bloody smell.

This is a typical characteristic of users of ghost energy; they kill without hesitation.

Jie Luo smiled faintly and said, "Guess."

There is demonic energy in the ninja world, but it is different from the demonic energy of Yura. Demonic energy also involves the use of negative emotions, resentment, and other spiritual forces.

Zabuza, known as the Demon of the Hidden Mist, touched the threshold of demonic energy. On the bridge in the Land of Waves, when Zabuza killed Gato and his group, the demonic face that appeared behind him was what Kakashi called demonic energy, something that manifests after a high degree of condensation of killing intent and other emotions.

Without anyone to teach you, just getting to the basics is enough to be considered a genius. Many ninjas kill people their whole lives without ever comprehending demonic energy.

Hashirama remained silent, a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood automatically appearing in his mind.

She's too dangerous!