The mornings of the Sengoku Period were always accompanied by thick white mist and the lingering scent of blood.
However, on the hilltop where the Bone-Eater's Well was located, the crimson mud left behind by the execution of a hundred thousand demons the previous night had long since been completely covered by an extremely pure and abundant fragrance of greenery.
The luxurious palace, with its grand colonnades, which Uchiha Tobirama had created with a mere flick of his fingers, reflected the warm, distinctive luster of top-grade Phoebe zhennan wood beneath the rising sun. Immortal Qi faintly swirled between the flying eaves and intricate bracket sets, forcibly transforming this originally barren land into a Nine Heavens Divine Realm that Mortals could never hope to reach.
Inside the spacious and tranquil inner hall, wisps of blue smoke slowly rose from a precious Auspicious Beast incense burner, soothing the mind and promoting peaceful sleep.
Uchiha Tobirama wore a loose black silk yukata and lazily reclined against a large red sandalwood couch.
Beside him, the once cold and aloof priestess who had dedicated her life to the cause of demon slaying—Kikyo—now knelt submissively beside the couch. She had shed the red-and-white miko robes that symbolized her sacred office and changed into an exceptionally soft, moon-white inner garment. Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her slender waist.
After the unreserved reconstruction of her body and Soul the previous night, the coldness and heaviness that had once weighed upon Kikyo's ethereal face had faded. In their place was a gentleness and tranquility belonging to a woman who had finally found absolute protection.
Her slender hands, hardened by years of wielding a bow, now held a jade comb as she carefully and attentively brushed Tobirama's silver-white hair. Every movement was incredibly gentle, as though she feared disturbing the leisure of this trans-dimensional emperor.
"Master, today's morning dew is especially sweet. Would you like Kikyo to brew a pot of fresh tea for you?"
Kikyo slightly lowered her eyes, her voice filled with unwavering obedience and attachment.
"No rush."
Tobirama slowly opened his supreme eyes, in which the starlight of destruction seemed to swirl endlessly. His gaze passed through the carved wooden windows of the palace and casually settled upon the distant horizon.
"Early in the morning, something sightless has arrived, carrying a nauseating stench of fish and musk, polluting the air above my palace."
The instant Tobirama's voice fell—
"Rumble—!!!"
The previously clear and cloudless Sengoku sky suddenly erupted with an extremely violent demonic wind that carried a bone-chilling coldness.
An enormous, eerie dark-green cloud of poisonous miasma rolled in from the distant horizon, blotting out the sun. Wherever the demonic cloud passed, towering ancient trees withered instantly, while birds and beasts turned into puddles of foul-smelling yellow liquid before they could even cry out.
This was no longer the disorganized horde of low-level demons from the previous night.
This was the overwhelming, condensed aura of a top-tier Great Demon, a pressure so pure that it seemed to proclaim its owner's innate supremacy over all living things.
The demonic cloud stopped directly above the palace, looking down from its lofty position at the luxurious structure that had appeared out of nowhere.
At the forefront of the rolling poisonous miasma stood an extremely tall and slender figure.
He was a silver-haired man whose beauty was almost androgynous. He wore an exquisitely luxurious white kimono, with a large white fur pelt draped over his right shoulder. A purple crescent moon adorned his forehead, while two red demonic markings stretched across each cheek.
His golden eyes were utterly cold, carrying an absolute arrogance and nobility that regarded all things in the world as mere weeds.
The strongest Great Demon of the Sengoku Period.
The pure-blooded noble of the Western Lands—
Sesshomaru.
The hundred-thousand-demon riot the previous night, followed by the sudden eruption and disappearance of the Shikon Jewel's aura, had produced an abnormal energy fluctuation that spread across thousands of miles. It had naturally attracted the attention of this arrogant Great Demon, who was currently searching for a famous sword.
Sesshomaru's cold golden eyes swept over the palace below, which radiated Immortal spiritual energy, without revealing the slightest emotional fluctuation.
In his perception, humans were nothing more than fragile ants. Even human mages or priestesses capable of constructing such a magnificent palace were merely slightly larger insects.
"Hand it over."
Sesshomaru had no intention of descending. He did not even bother to look directly into the palace, merely uttering three words in a tone of supreme condescension, like a noble issuing an order to a lowly servant.
"That jewel containing filthy power should not exist in such a squalid place. Hand it over, and I might show mercy and leave you humans an intact corpse."
High and mighty. Utterly dismissive of everything.
This villainous poser from the original story, who possessed immense popularity and never stopped putting on airs, was now standing atop his self-righteous clouds and arrogantly issuing an ultimatum to a supreme World Lord who had just devoured the Origin of the multiverse and crushed even Creator Gods into meat paste.
However, before Uchiha Tobirama inside the palace could respond, the strange demon standing at Sesshomaru's feet—a creature the size of a green toad, holding a bizarre staff topped with two human heads—had already leapt forward arrogantly.
Jaken.
This bullying lackey, eager to show off before Lord Sesshomaru, wildly brandished the Staff of Two Heads and shouted insults at the palace below.
"Lowly humans who don't know the meaning of death! Did you not hear Lord Sesshomaru's command?!"
Jaken screeched in his raspy, duck-like voice, spraying saliva everywhere.
"Lord Sesshomaru is the greatest pure-blooded Great Demon of the Sengoku Period! To die by my Lord's hand is a blessing you ants wouldn't earn in eight lifetimes! Why haven't you crawled out yet, held the Shikon Jewel above your heads with both hands, and obediently offered your necks for slaughter?!"
Noisy.
Exceedingly noisy.
Inside the luxurious inner hall, Uchiha Tobirama, who had been enjoying the beautiful priestess's service, slightly furrowed his handsome, sword-like brows in extreme impatience.
"Why is it that these days, every stray dog has to bring along a green-headed fly that buzzes this unpleasantly whenever it goes outside?"
Tobirama had no intention of standing up. He didn't even bother using any Tenseigan technique capable of distorting space.
Facing the clamor raining down from the sky, he merely released a flat snort through his nose, filled with absolute coldness and disdain.
"Noisy."
Hum————!!!!
Within a millionth of a second after those words fell, a terrifying, highly compressed, materialized sound wave erupted.
Like an invisible divine sword capable of tearing through the dimensions of the Universe, it brutally slashed through the poisonous demonic cloud above the palace.
"Lord, did you see how well I scolded them...? Eh?!"
Jaken, who had been waving his staff in mid-air and preparing to continue taking credit, suddenly froze.
His shrill laughter abruptly stopped.
Under the gaze of Sesshomaru's arrogant golden eyes—
"Pfft!"
There was an incredibly tiny sound, like the popping of a cheap bubble.
Jaken, who had been jumping around and bullying others only a moment ago, along with the Staff of Two Heads in his hand, which was said to be capable of spitting fire, was struck by the terrifying sound wave and instantly—
Scattered into dust on the wind.
There was no spray of flesh and blood.
No prolonged scream.
This insignificant soldier, who had talked too much and attempted to use another's power to intimidate a trans-dimensional god, had not even survived three seconds after Uchiha Tobirama's snort.
Killing the chicken to warn the monkey.
The ultimate art of the instant kill.
Sesshomaru's golden eyes, which had always remained calm, finally contracted violently.
A rare and extremely dangerous chill surfaced across his handsome, cold face.
Jaken was insignificant and weak, but he was Sesshomaru's attendant.
To turn his servant into nothing but dust right before his eyes without even exchanging a word was no longer a simple provocation.
It was a direct assault upon the dignity of a pure-blooded Great Demon.
"Human."
Sesshomaru's voice dropped to a temperature cold enough to freeze even the Soul.
His right hand, which had been hanging at his side, slowly rose. The nails on his long, fair fingers suddenly lengthened, transforming into five terrifying claws that shimmered with lethal, ghostly green light capable of melting gold and stone.
"You have successfully chosen the most painful way to die."
"Poison Lustrous Claw!"
With Sesshomaru's murderous whisper, five enormous claw marks carrying thick miasma capable of instantly dissolving a mountain into poisonous water tore through the sky and slashed ruthlessly toward the palace below.
With this attack, he intended not only to melt that arrogant human into a puddle of blood but also to completely erase the luxurious palace.
"Is this what you call a pure-blooded Great Demon?"
Facing the lethal, poison-coated claws descending from above, Uchiha Tobirama stood calmly inside the palace.
He casually draped his black Hokage cloak over his shoulders before taking a step forward.
"Swish!"
The space beneath Uchiha Tobirama's feet automatically folded, as obedient as a subject bowing before its sovereign.
Just as Sesshomaru's supposedly fatal attack was about to touch the palace roof—
Uchiha Tobirama's figure, like a phantom that had crossed the river of time, suddenly appeared directly before Sesshomaru, less than three feet away from the arrogant noble.
"Too slow. To ordinary people, your movements might resemble a gale, but in my eyes, they're slower than an aged tortoise."
Tobirama's cold voice exploded directly within Sesshomaru's ears.
Immediately afterward, Uchiha Tobirama didn't even use Ninjutsu.
He simply raised his right hand and, as casually as swatting away a fly, delivered a brutal backhanded slap.
"Snap————!!!"
The crisp, terrifying sound echoed throughout the entire valley.
"Ugh!!!"
Sesshomaru's incredibly handsome cheek distorted violently the moment it met that irresistible force.
In the face of this seemingly casual slap, his prideful pure-blooded demon body felt as though it had been struck head-on by a rampaging ancient beast.
"Boom!"
The high-and-mighty noble was sent flying backward like a white cannonball at supersonic speed.
His slender body smashed through more than a dozen towering mountain peaks before finally crashing into a bottomless canyon, sending a terrifying cloud of dust billowing into the sky.
A popular poser?
Before absolute physical suppression, he couldn't even finish a single line of posturing before being slapped straight into the mud.
"Rumble rumble rumble!!!"
Yet this level of impact was clearly insufficient to instantly kill a Sengoku Period Great Demon possessing such tenacious vitality.
From the depths of the canyon, an extremely violent demonic aura filled with world-destroying rage erupted like a volcano and shot straight into the clouds.
"Lowly human... how dare you... how dare you dirty my face!"
Accompanied by a terrifying dog howl that shattered the surrounding rocks, a colossal beast suddenly rose from within the dust cloud.
Its enormous body was so massive that its size defied description, resembling a shifting, snow-white mountain range.
Sesshomaru had completely lost control.
He discarded his handsome human form and revealed his most terrifying and destructive true demon form—a gigantic dog demon with eyes like two blood-red full moons, a body covered in incredibly tough white fur, and a mouth exhaling green miasma capable of melting everything.
"I will tear you apart! Chew your bones! Devour your Soul!"
Sesshomaru, transformed into a giant dog, let out a hysterical howl.
His four limbs were as thick as pillars supporting the heavens, and every step shook the earth like a magnitude-12 earthquake.
He opened his enormous maw, seemingly capable of swallowing the entire valley, revealing rows of fangs as sharp and interlaced as towering giant swords.
With a violent, fishy wind, he lunged toward Uchiha Tobirama in mid-air, biting down with savage fury.
The enormous shadow completely engulfed Tobirama's body.
Facing such a terrifying giant beast—one that would make any Onmyoji or mage of the Sengoku Period instantly lose the will to resist—Uchiha Tobirama did not retreat even a single step.
Instead—
He burst into wild laughter, filled with boundless mockery and cruelty.
"Hahahaha!"
Tobirama's laughter shook the surrounding space, while a malicious desire for destruction burned within his eyes.
"Growing larger? Do you think that by inflating yourself like a giant balloon, you can run rampant in this world?"
"You want to compare size with me?"
Uchiha Tobirama slowly stopped laughing.
He raised his long, fair right hand and casually clenched it downward in the void.
"Then I'll teach you what true, unreasonable violence is!"
As his domineering declaration echoed through the heavens, the vast Chakra fused with the Origin of the Ten-Tails and his Perfect Sage Body was compressed to an unimaginable degree.
Even the Laws of this Universe groaned beneath the pressure.
"Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack: Collapse of All Phenomena!"
Boom————!!!
The instant those words were spoken, the entire sky was torn apart without warning, as though countless invisible hands of creation had ripped it into fragments.
There were no flashy light effects.
Only materialized Chakra fists, compressed to the absolute limit.
One punch.
Ten punches.
A hundred punches.
A thousand punches.
Ten thousand punches!
Thousands upon thousands of enormous Chakra fist silhouettes, each several times larger than Sesshomaru's massive demon body and radiating blinding light, descended from the zenith of the heavens like an inverted meteor shower.
"Woo?!"
A trace of extreme terror and disbelief flashed through the giant blood-red eyes of Sesshomaru, who had transformed into his colossal dog form.
His enormous jaws had not even had time to close.
The first Chakra iron fist, massive as a mountain, slammed directly into his nose.
"Crack!!!"
A crisp, deafening sound of breaking bone echoed through the heavens.
The giant dog's proud, sturdy skull was severely dented inward by the blow. Its sharp fangs shattered one after another beneath the terrifying force, scattering through the sky like enormous hailstones.
But this was only the beginning of the brutal, one-sided beating.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Like a torrential storm.
Like ten thousand tons of thunder.
The countless Chakra fist silhouettes filling the sky rained down upon the giant white dog's body with unrestrained, savage force, leaving him no opportunity to breathe.
"Awooooooo————!!!"
The dog's howl, shrill with humiliation and despair, broke apart beneath the relentless bombardment.
Sesshomaru's snow-white fur, once so noble and immaculate, was torn apart as the crushing weight of thousands of heavy punches ripped through his body.
His bones shattered one after another amid agonized howls.
His forelimbs were blasted into twisted, unnatural positions.
Under this world-destroying display of pure physical violence, his enormous body resembled nothing more than a lump of inferior minced meat being relentlessly pounded against a chopping block.
From the sky, he was driven downward punch after punch, forcibly hammered deep into the earth.
The crust collapsed.
Magma erupted.
His noble pride, his superiority, and the dignity of a pure-blooded Great Demon were all ground into powder beneath those iron fists, mixed with mud and blood, and mercilessly driven into the deepest depths of the earth.
"Boom!!!"
With the final, overwhelmingly violent Chakra fist crashing down, the entire valley was blasted into a terrifying crater thousands of meters deep and tens of kilometers across.
The dust slowly settled.
At the bottom of the crater, the once-arrogant giant white dog had completely lost its original form.
Its bones were shattered, its muscles torn, and its body battered beyond recognition. Its snow-white fur was thoroughly stained red with blood, leaving it lying limp amid the rubble like a pile of ruined flesh.
It had even lost the strength to return to its human form.
Only its broken nostrils twitched weakly, while a faint, miserable whimper escaped from deep within its blood-filled throat.
Pure physical suppression.
There was no possibility of a comeback.
High above.
Uchiha Tobirama lazily lowered his right hand.
Not even the corner of his clothes was disheveled.
He looked down from above at the dying dog in the depths of the crater, a look of supreme, arrogant mockery appearing on his handsome face.
"Now, is your size big enough?"
"Pity. Aside from making you a little more substantial when I beat you..."
"You're still completely useless."