145: Blood Dragon God? It's just a power bank.

Qian Nai’s screams echoed through the valley, carrying a desperate resolve.

She was like a gambler who had lost all her chips, leaping with her last hope, along with her body, into the churning blood lake.

“Plop!”

A dull thud, as if a piece of meat had dropped into a pot of boiling oil.

Qian Nai’s figure was instantly swallowed by the viscous blood, without even a proper splash.

Immediately after, the entire blood lake began to boil violently, and a huge Uzumaki appeared in the center of the lake, spinning and sinking, as if Hell had opened its esophagus.

Tang Yan watched this scene with interest, even taking a moment to comment.

“This special effect is a bit more than five cents, probably about one dollar and twenty cents.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man’s figure slowly rose from the center of the Uzumaki.

He was wearing a tattered Ninja uniform, stained with long-dried dark bloodstains. His hair was messy, like a clump of withered grass, but in his eyes, there was a lightning-like crazy and scorching light.

Oshiro En.

He finally made his appearance.

“Outsider, you are very good.” Oshiro En floated above the blood, looking down at Tang Yan, with a morbid, twisted smile on his face, “You are the first to force Qian Nai to this extent.”

He spread his arms as if embracing his kingdom.

“That’s right, I am the master here. Qian Nai is my daughter, and the Blood Pond Clan… Hehe, they are the nutrients I meticulously cultivated, the sacrifices I use to resurrect the great Blood Dragon God!”

His voice grew higher and higher, filled with madness suppressed for a hundred years.

“When the Blood Dragon God descends, I will control this power that is enough to engulf the world. The first to be flattened will be Konoha! I will make them pay a bloody price for everything they once did to me!”

It was a standard BOSS battle pre-introduction segment, and Tang Yan was almost yawning from listening.

He was even too lazy to mock the other party’s cliché revenge declaration, merely asking leisurely, “So, that Blood Dragon Eye, was that also your doing?”

“Hahaha! You are indeed very perceptive!” Oshiro En seemed to have found a kindred spirit, explaining excitedly, “The true power of the Blood Dragon Eye is not some Genjutsu at all, but ‘Contract’! A forbidden Jutsu that can bind my life to the entire Blood Pond Clan!”

His eyes gleamed with a light that intertwined wisdom and madness.

“Through this contract, I can unscrupulously steal their life force, steal their Bloodline Limit that they are so proud of! The more they hate, the stronger my power becomes! I am the true God of the Blood Pond Clan!”

Oshiro En suddenly formed hand seals, and the entire blood lake began to churn wildly as if it were boiling.

At the bottom of the lake, that colossal consciousness, which had lain dormant for an unknown number of years, finally began to awaken.

Boom—!

An indescribable terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across the entire valley. The air became viscous, and space groaned under the strain, as if it could collapse at any moment.

“Do you feel it? This is the power of a God!” Oshiro En closed his eyes in ecstasy, “In this Hell Valley, I am invincible!”

Tang Yan looked at his “I am a God and feel good” expression, and finally couldn’t help but shake his head, with an expression like he was looking at an idiot.

He extended a finger and pointed at the boiling blood lake beneath his feet.

“I say, buddy, have you ever considered a possibility?”

“You think you are ‘feeding’ it, being its master.”

“In reality, it is ‘keeping’ you, and your entire clan.”

Tang Yan’s voice was very soft, yet it was like the sharpest scalpel, precisely piercing Oshiro En’s core perception.

“Your so-called resurrection, your so-called control, are nothing more than a script it meticulously designed for you. It just needs a sufficiently powerful ‘vessel’, a means of transportation to help it leave this broken valley.”

“To put it simply, you are not its master; you are just its pre-ordered takeout, the kind that comes with a package and can be picked up.”

These words were like a basin of ice water at minus one hundred degrees Celsius, poured from Oshiro En’s crown to his heels.

The fanatical smile on his face instantly froze.

“No… impossible! You’re talking nonsense!” Oshiro En roared frantically, his face distorted by extreme anger and fear, “You are shaking my Dao heart! You are jealous of my power!”

“The Blood Dragon God was created by me! It must obey my commands!”

As if to prove something, he more frantically channeled his Chakra, forcefully awakening the entity at the bottom of the lake.

“Roar—!!!”

A earth-shattering roar came from deep within the lake.

A gigantic Blood Dragon, composed entirely of pure blood and endless hatred, suddenly burst out of the lake, covering the sky and sun. Its body was so massive that the sunlight was completely obscured, and the entire valley instantly plunged into a twilight-like crimson.

However, at this crucial moment.

On the outskirts of the valley, a violent explosion roared without warning.

Boom!

Oshiro En was stunned.

Immediately after, the second, third… continuous explosions sounded from all directions, as if something was being systematically destroyed.

“What’s going on?!”

Before he could react, another change occurred.

A strong wind rose out of nowhere, sweeping away the crimson mist that had enveloped the valley for a hundred years with overwhelming force.

The wind was so strong that it made it impossible to open one’s eyes.

Qian Nai’s figure appeared on the distant mountain wall, her white velvet iron fan fully unfurled in her hand, waving gracefully, each swing creating a towering tornado.

The red mist was rapidly sucked away and dispersed, like cooking fumes targeted by an industrial-grade range hood.

On the other side, Zi Luo’s figure flickered like a ghost in various corners of the village. From an opening on his iron hand, special awls, gleaming with runic light like long nails, shot out.

“Law-Breaking Awl! Break for me!”

Each awl precisely pierced into the hidden sealing array nodes in the village.

As the last “Law-Breaking Awl” fell, the invisible barrier covering the entire village let out a crisp sound like shattering glass, completely disintegrating.

Deprived of the red mist’s concealment, deprived of the barrier’s isolation.

A ray of golden sunlight, for the first time in a hundred years, pierced through the darkness and shone upon this cursed land.

The sunlight fell upon the numbly wandering villagers.

The blood color in their eyes began to fade at a visible speed, and their empty gazes gradually showed a hint of confusion, a hint of bewilderment, and finally, clarity.

“What… what am I doing here?”

“My hand… why is it bleeding?”

“My head hurts so much… I feel like I had a very long nightmare…”

The villagers one by one regained their senses.

And their regaining consciousness directly led to the “cutoff” of hatred energy.

The link between Oshiro En and the Blood Dragon God, which was based on hatred, instantly became extremely unstable, flickering wildly like a wireless network with a terrible signal.

“Roar… ow?”

The majestic giant Blood Dragon in the sky let out a roar of pain mixed with a bit of confusion, its massive body began to show irregular shaking and distortion, and parts of its body even began to pixelate, showing signs of disintegration like a mosaic.

Oshiro En was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at all this with a mixture of shock and anger, he hadn’t expected Tang Yan to have helpers, and even less that the other party’s methods were so bizarre, one after another, precisely dismantling his proud century-long plan.

“You… you…!”

He transformed all his anger and unwillingness into killing intent, locking onto Tang Yan tightly.

“Even if it’s only a half-finished product, it’s enough to kill you!”

Oshiro En controlled the “disconnecting” Blood Dragon, launching his final and most insane attack towards Tang Yan!

The gigantic blood-colored dragon head opened its huge mouth, carrying resentment powerful enough to melt steel, and bit down directly.

Tang Yan didn’t even move, merely raising his hand unhurriedly and speaking into the communication puppet.

“Qian Nai, increase the wind a bit more; I don’t think the air here is fresh enough yet.”