Nagashima Kirijuro felt his face heat up, and the pungent smell of blood penetrated his nostrils crazily.

"Is this...blood?" Nagashima Kirijuro smelled this familiar smell and his eyes were in a trance.

Whose blood?

Why is there blood around him?

Nagashima Kirijuro turned his head instinctively, and happened to see the butler's head falling from his eyes.

Under his gaze, it was like a ball hitting the glazed tiles, rolling down like a bone.

‘Dead?!’ Nagashima Kirijuro’s eyes were dull: ‘Why is he dead?’

Things happened too fast, and Kisame took action too quickly.

It was faster than Nagashima Kirijuro's thinking speed.

It wasn't until the butler's head rolled down and hit the ground, until his body leaned forward and fell beside him, making a dull sound, that Nagashima Kirijuro's brain, which was almost out of commission, finally came to its senses.

Really dead, his butler is really dead!

So, is the master of Kongwu Temple also dead?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

There is only one person on the other side, even if it is a Jonin, he is definitely no match for Master Kongwuji!

Nagashima Kirijuro is absolutely unwilling to face this reality.

Unfortunately, his will cannot distort this reality.

Kisame's killing continues.

After the slaves reacted, they drew their samurai swords, shouted, and ran together, back to back, huddled together.

They have also received systematic military training, so there will be no defensive blind spots.

However, their resistance was as weak as a mantis trying to block the wheel with its arms in front of Kisame's falling butcher knife.

Kisame's figure was like a ghost, and his speed was so fast that this group of strong servants could not catch him.

The sharp ninja sword was constantly raised and lowered, creating streaks of cold light in the air.

When the light of the knife flashed, a human head rolled down.

Blood flowed like a fountain, and a patter of blood rained from the sky.

These domestic soldiers who helped the tyrants do evil and committed evil deeds collapsed.

They looked at the black shadows that kept flashing by, screaming and fleeing in all directions.

Facing a murderer who is proficient in the art of killing, leaving his back to him is undoubtedly an initiative to report to the King of Hell.

In just half a minute, except for Nagashima Kirijuro and the three pairs of boys and girls, there was no one alive in this courtyard.

Nagashima Kirijuro listened to the screams that kept coming from his ears, and his dull eyes finally showed fluctuations.

'It's true! The master of Kongwu Temple was really killed!'

'Waste! A waste that only knows how to brag!!' Nagashima Kirijuro's body began to tremble, shaking like chaff.

Kisame slashed down with his ninja sword, and the three pairs of boys and girls tied to the cross fell to a pool of blood on the ground.

They didn't feel nauseated or scared. They stared at Kisame's back, their eyes becoming fanatical.

If, if they had such power, they wouldn't be so powerless.

"It's your turn, the head of the Nagashima family." Kisame appeared on the roof, his eyes indifferent, and blood dripped down the blade of the ninja sword in his hand.

The sound of blood drops hitting the glazed tiles was very soft, but Nagashima Kirijuro, who was already dizzy with old age, felt that they sounded like muffled thunder.

"Don't, don't kill me, Ninja-sama!!"

thump.

This earthly emperor who has been in charge of Gray Mist City for decades, who was once the nightmare of all Gray Mist City slaves, actually knelt down directly in front of Kisame at this moment:

"I have money, I have a lot of money! As long as you don't kill me, I'll give it all to you, all of it to you!"

Nagashima Kirijuro frantically begged for mercy. Kisame looked at the flabby old man with cold eyes:

"I'm tired of hearing this kind of boring talk."

The crimes committed by Nagashima Kirijuro are too numerous to mention, and Kisame is not a righteous partner.

He didn't bother to judge anyone, he just wanted to slaughter them all, these beasts in human skin.

Water Escape·Water Body.

Water Escape·Water Prison Technique!

Kisame's water avatar turned into a black shadow and appeared next to Nagashima Kirijuro. He reached out and landed on his head. A water ball as tall as a person appeared and enveloped him inside.

Kisame didn't just kill him, but trapped him first.

Nagashima Kirijuro thought Kisame was hesitant and immediately promised a bunch of benefits.

However, Kisame was too lazy to listen to such nonsense.

His eyes, as cold as sharks, swept around and took in the entire Nagashima family.

‘One, two, three, four, five…’

Kisame counted silently in his mind.

He saw a group of nobles dressed in fine clothes and with Yongdao blood in a miserable state.

The precious silk became wet and wrinkled, sticking to their bodies. Their hair stuck to their faces like waterweed, and they looked around in shock.

'Haha, it turns out that even so-called nobles are afraid.'

He will not let any of the blood of the Nagashima family go!

Shaking off the blood on the slightly curled ninja sword, the snow-white blade reflected Kisame's cold appearance.

Kisame moved like the wind, sweeping around the pavilion where Nagashima Kirijuro was located as the center.

All the slaves he encountered turned into ghosts killed by Kisame's sword.

The people he met wearing gorgeous clothes, whether they were nobles with Nagashima blood or their close servants, were all thrown into a courtyard and guarded by a water clone.

During this period, Kisame summoned another water body and did other things.

He let his water avatar leave the Yongdao family and drove the residents around Gray Fog City to the Yongdao family.

Half an hour later, apart from the group of people dressed in fine clothes and the victims they imprisoned in the dungeon, there was no one alive in the Yongdao family, which covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

Residents driven by another water incarnation also arrived one after another.

Their faces were full of fear and anxiety. As soon as they approached the red line 100 meters away from the Nagashima family's mansion, they were trembling with fear. They knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy. They refused to come forward.

Even if Kisame threatened them with death, it would be of no avail.

Kisame's water clone looked at this scene and couldn't figure out why they would rather die by his own sword than take a step forward.

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He couldn't figure it out, so he kept this matter in his mind silently, preparing to ask Qianye for advice later.

Just when Kisame gave up, the little girl he had rescued before struggled to squeeze out of the crowd.

If someone stood in front of her, she would step on the other person's back and use her back as a ladder to get to the front.

The little girl looked at the mansion a hundred meters away. Her legs had begun to weaken, her breathing had become rapid, her heart was beating wildly, and she felt dizzy.

It seemed that it was not a mansion, but a savage beast with its bloody mouth open.

For as long as she can remember, her father has repeatedly emphasized that she must never approach the Nagashima family, otherwise their whole family will be executed with the most cruel means.

This sentence was repeated over time, and it became engraved in the little girl's soul.

Especially when she and her father saw with their own eyes a child about her age who accidentally crossed the red line and entered the 100-meter range because of his playfulness, and was arrested by the private soldiers of the Nagashima family, along with his family.

He was taken to the vegetable market and tortured slowly until he died.

This rule is engraved in the hearts of the residents of Gray Mist City through this method.

‘I no longer have a father.’ The little girl told herself.

'I want to avenge my father.'

‘I’m going to kill them! Kill everyone in the Nagashima family!!’

She gritted her teeth and opened her eyes hard. If she didn't do this, she would close her eyes in fear and be afraid to move forward.

She wanted to look at the Nagashima family's mansion and then step over it! Cross this red line!

The little girl stepped forward with her trembling legs, stepped hard, and successfully crossed the red line.

She stared blankly at the mansion in front of her, but the danger she imagined did not appear.

It turns out that this is not something that cannot be done.

She subconsciously looked back at the residents kneeling in front of the red line and suddenly felt relaxed.
To be continued...