Naruto: The Progenitor of Demons Starting from Kirigakure

Chapter 81 Flying on a Sword

What is she doing?

Not only were the people present puzzled, but Nakamaro was also trapped in place, staring intently at Kiyo. He didn't form any hand seals, but a large amount of chakra was being refined.

A ninja with sensory perception focused his gaze on Yura's head. The grotesque blue-green mask that resembled a demon was continuously drawing out an enormous amount of chakra. Was this mask a living thing?

It far exceeds the chakra level of a Jonin.

Suddenly, a large amount of water gushed out from Jieluo's hand, surging rapidly towards Jieluo's right side along a specific invisible trajectory. With the massive influx of water, a giant water-shaped sword, over fifty meters long, took shape in mid-air with a crashing, raging sound. Seemingly too heavy, the tip of the sword, which had been pointing diagonally at the sky, sank down and slowly slashed down to the side.

The ninjas standing below the greatsword watched as the giant sword slowly and naturally fell from mid-air. They all dodged to the side, leaping out of the greatsword's range in an instant. Then, the tip of the greatsword hit the ground, causing a noticeable tremor and a dull, earth-shaking sound.

In the arena, a greatsword with a water-shaped blade, over fifty meters long, was planted diagonally in the ground. The water level near the hilt was level with the ground, crashing against the seemingly invisible walls surrounding it and creating surging waves.

Is such an exaggeratedly large sword really something that a human could lift?

Everyone looked up at the giant sword, which was as tall as a dozen-story building, with awe in their eyes.

Jieluo leaped into the air, landing on the top of the greatsword, the invisible hilt, a dozen meters below him, where the water lay.

From Jieluo's perspective, the giant sword made of strands of hair was filled with water to increase its weight. Jieluo looked down at Nakamaro with an indifferent expression. His scarlet eyes glowed faintly in the night. The endless killing intent was projected indiscriminately. Anyone who met his eyes would feel their heart pound and sweat, or their limbs would tremble slightly. The mere shock of his killing intent was enough to make people collapse to the ground.

With a series of thuds, those with weak mental fortitude and ninjas collapsed or knelt on the ground.

A Hidden Mist ninja, sweat beading on his forehead, swallowed hard before leaping to his feet and shouting, "Run!!!"

Next came a wide-ranging, indiscriminate attack. Experienced ninjas were aware of this, and no one wanted to be caught in the Oni Princess's attack range.

The shouts echoed far into the night, and almost instantly, the ninjas snapped out of their daze. With their immobilized comrades, thousands of ninjas scattered and fled in panic.

Flying in mid-air, Lucy held onto the feathers, while Terumi and Akane crouched on them, watching the ninjas scattering below, not straying too far.

"Can ninjutsu... really go this far?" As Zhu Yin spoke, she couldn't help but turn around and glance at the invisible giant sword that was more than three meters long behind her.

"It's possible..." Terumi Koto said, "As long as you have enough chakra, anything is possible..."

Lucy pursed her lips. So this is what a great monster is like.

Not far away, some ninjas, relying on their skills, watched from the vicinity.

Standing atop the hilt of the giant sword, under the cover of night, Jieluo gave everyone ample time to react and escape, watching Nakamaro trapped and dead in the same spot.

With the reverse-shaped hair whiskers, Yura could separate the demon hair strands from herself and let them exist independently. This was true for Lucia's feathers and the ropes that bound Nakamaro. After the onlookers had all fled, Yura said, "You should have witnessed Madara Uchiha's divine power, Susanoo, right?"

The sound, amplified by the chakra, traveled far into the night, hollow and overlapping, like the babbling of demons. Distorted and distorted, it was impossible to distinguish between male and female voices, as if the voices were those of a young girl, an old man, or a child, creating layers of danger and terror.

"Yes..." Nakamaro looked up at Yura and said in a clear voice, "A colossal chakra giant, but your sword is many times larger than it..."

The half-body Susanoo was clearly seen by Yura. What Nakamaro saw was not Madara with the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. According to the timeline, Madara had only just awakened the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan three years ago.

"This is..." Nakamaro said in a clear voice, "...a god-slaying technique prepared for the power of the gods?"

"Slaying a god?" Jie Luo chuckled softly and said, "You could say that."

"To die under such a technique..." Nakamaro said, "I have no regrets."

"Aren't you prepared to unleash your full chakra and fight to the death?" Jieluo said.

Judging from their appearance, the Bamboo Clan is born with the ability to activate cell activity, thereby accelerating cell division and creating a super-fast self-healing effect. They can also temporarily exchange a large amount of chakra by extracting life force. Their desperate dance, which consumes all their life force in their final moments, would be very spectacular.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Nakamaro said. "My strongest spear couldn't break through the power of the gods, so let me see your strongest spear."

Upon hearing this, the people nearby narrowed their eyes. Even if they were suppressed and beaten to this extent, could they still have the power to fight back?

Jieluo nodded, his body naturally sinking slightly.

Behind him, his hair grew wildly, forming two rows of jet nozzles that spread out at the shoulder blades.

There are many ways for Jieluo to achieve flight. Making feathers for Lucy to pull her to fly is just Jieluo being lazy and wanting to save some energy.

Among them is Bayonetta's hair transformation magic, the Demon Weaving, which uses her hair to mimic various flying animals and flap their wings. This method is simply too inefficient. However, since Jieluo has fire, she can perform mechanical work.

Behind Jieluo, six points of eerie blue light shone. After a deafening roar, six jets of sharp, cone-shaped fire unfurled behind Jieluo like wings of light. Beneath the nozzles, fire pillars fueled by resentment erupted. Twisted, grotesque ghost faces surrounded the six erupting fire pillars, swirling and churning densely. Hellfire surged, and the extreme temperature that instantly rose distorted and deformed the air.

Then, it went out in the blink of an eye.

Jieluo doesn't want to reveal the information that she can fly freely for the time being.

Gripping the sword hilt made of her own hair with one hand, Jieluo said, "I'm here."

"Come on!" Nakamaro said coldly, his face and body undergoing a frenzied acceleration of cell division, his bone layer rapidly thickening, wrapping around him in layers as he grew wildly.

At the same time, a tremendous roar resounded. Patterns of flame and light, like veins, spread across the giant sword. Countless nozzles opened, and dark blue flames burst forth and sprayed out, skimming the water. Instantly, the giant sword sank to the ground with a rumble, then slowly and heavily rose into the air, its speed increasing and accelerating. The sword adjusted itself, propelling itself into the sky like a fiery meteor, rising higher and higher.

Standing in the wind, Jieluo stood on a giant sword, looking down at the earth beneath her feet.

Isn't this also a form of flying on a sword?

The crowd looked up at the shooting star flying in reverse, which gradually transformed into a bright star in the night sky.