Infinity: The main god space starting from Naruto

Chapter 87 The shocking truth

Instantly, a column of blazing fire burst out from Madara's mouth and rushed towards the two guards. Wherever the flames passed, the surrounding rain evaporated instantly.

The two guards widened their eyes. They had never seen such a terrifying fire escape and for a moment they even forgot to dodge.

Just as the flames were about to engulf the two, three voices rang out almost simultaneously: "Water Style: Water Array Wall!"

Three powerful streams of water rushed in from different directions, colliding with the flames, making a harsh "hissing" sound. A large amount of steam rose up, covering the entire battlefield.

The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing three figures.

The leader was an orange-haired young man, who looked around vigilantly. On his left and right stood a red-haired man and a purple-haired woman. The three of them looked serious, their eyes fixed in the direction of Madara.

Not far away, other members of the Akatsuki organization quickly arrived. In a blink of an eye, about twenty people had surrounded Madara. They looked alert and ready to attack at any time.

Yahiko looked at the guard with a serious expression and asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"

One of the guards quickly replied: "This man suddenly broke in, and when we stepped forward to stop him, he attacked without saying a word!"

Xiaonan narrowed her eyes and looked at Madara carefully. She whispered, "Be careful, this person is not simple."

At this moment, Madara's eyes swept over the three people, and finally stopped at Nagato. His eyes suddenly became sharp, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Sure enough, it's here..."

Yahiko noticed Madara's reaction and frowned slightly.

He took a step forward, looked directly at Madara, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why did you break into our base?"

"You should have heard of it." A sneer appeared on Madara's lips, and he said in a low voice: "My name is... Uchiha Madara."

These four simple words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

Yahiko's pupils suddenly contracted, and the expression on his face changed from serious to astonished, and then to disbelief.

"Uchiha Madara? Impossible!" Konan exclaimed and subconsciously took half a step back.

Yahiko gritted his teeth, his voice full of doubt, "Uchiha Madara has been dead for many years. Who are you? Why are you impersonating him?"

Madara looked at Yahiko's reaction and sneered. "Impersonation?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Do you think that someone like me will easily disappear in the long river of history?"

Yahiko took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Regardless of whether the man in front of him was the real Uchiha Madara, his strength was obviously not to be underestimated.

"Even if you are Uchiha Madara," Yahiko said solemnly, "you cannot barge into our base at will. What is your purpose here?"

Madara spoke slowly: "I came here to take back what belongs to me."

His eyes were directed at Nagato, who involuntarily took a half step back, feeling an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"Those eyes," Madara said in a steady voice, "were originally mine. Now, it's time to return them to their rightful owner."

Madara walked forward slowly, and each step made the air around him heavier. The members of Akatsuki grasped their weapons tightly, ready to attack at any time.

Yahiko and Konan subconsciously stood in front of Nagato.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yahiko shouted, "How could Nagato's eyes be yours?"

When Madara heard Yahiko's question, a sneer appeared on his lips. His eyes swept across everyone present, and finally stopped at Nagato.

"Naive little brat!" Madara said coldly, his voice full of disdain, "Do you really think that those eyes are so easy to get?"

He paused and continued, with a hint of pride in his tone: "These eyes are the power of the Six Paths Sage, born from the fusion of my power and that of Hashirama Senju!"

Madara looked Nagato straight in the eye. "I transplanted it into you when you were young. This is my gift to you. Do you understand?"

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone present hard. Nagato felt a buzzing in his head, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his lips trembled slightly.

He had always thought that these eyes were a responsibility given to him by God, but now, Madara said that this was his "gift"? He remembered that Jiraiya once said that he was the savior in the prophecy because of these eyes. Was all this built on a lie?

Nagato stood there, his eyes blank. He muttered to himself: "How could this be my eyes?"

"Nagato!" Yahiko's voice suddenly rang out: "Don't believe what he says!"

At this moment, Yahiko's voice pulled Nagato back from his thoughts, and he continued:

"No matter where these eyes came from, they are now a part of you. It is you who used these eyes to protect us and Akatsuki."

Konan also stepped forward and stood beside Nagato, "Yahiko is right, Nagato. Your value does not lie in these eyes, but in your beliefs."

Hearing this, the confusion in Nagato's eyes gradually dissipated, and he said softly: "Thank you."

Seeing this, Yahiko's mouth curled up slightly. He turned around and faced Uchiha Madara: "If you don't leave, then we will take action!"

Madara looked at Yahiko coldly, a smile on his face: "Why? Do you want to dance too?"

Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, members of the Akatsuki organization rushed over like a tide. The surrounding figures almost rushed towards Madara at the same time, and the air was suddenly filled with murderous intent.

A burly member took the lead, the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and he rushed towards the Banmianmen fiercely. The sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Too slow." Madara whispered, his voice full of disdain.

Banwen didn't move at all. At the moment when the sword blade was about to touch the tip of his nose, he slightly tilted his head and the wind from the sword whistled past his cheek.

Without any hesitation, his right hand stretched out like lightning and accurately grabbed the opponent's wrist.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of broken bones was accompanied by a shrill scream.

Madara twisted it slightly, and the member's wrist broke instantly, and the sword turned back and stabbed into his own neck, causing blood to spurt out instantly.

Taking advantage of this gap, another member seized the opportunity. His right leg was like an arrow shot from a bow, and he suddenly pulled it towards Madara's waist.

boom!
With a wave of his left hand, Madara accurately grabbed the opponent's ankle and swung it violently. The member suddenly lost his balance and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"what--!"

With a shrill scream, the member slammed heavily into his companion behind him. With a "bang", the two fell to the ground like bowling pins.

A cold light flashed in Madara's eyes, and he loosened his right hand, and the long sword that he had snatched from the enemy's hand instantly slipped out of his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Before the two Akatsuki members who had just fallen to the ground could get up, the long sword had already whistled towards them.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered as the long sword pierced through the bodies of the two men. The shrill screams stopped abruptly, leaving only faint groans. The bodies of the two men twitched a few times and soon stopped moving.

At the same time, three cold lights struck like lightning. The long swords in the hands of three Akatsuki members stabbed at Madara's vital points at the same time. The swords cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Madara turned around suddenly, and his Sharingan instantly swept over the three people. At that moment, the three members felt as if their whole bodies were falling into an ice cave, and their movements immediately froze in place.

"Puchi!" The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh was heard.

Before the three members could react, the swords in their hands had already pierced their own chests.

Blood slowly flowed down the sword and pooled into a scarlet pool on the ground.

More and more Akatsuki members attacked.

Madara's figure shuttled through the crowd, his movements flowing like water, as if he was performing an elegant dance. Every dodge was just right, and every counterattack was extremely accurate.

(End of this chapter)