The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 521 Sesshomaru and Tenseiga

The morning mist over the witch's castle had not yet dissipated, and the wind chimes on the eaves were swayed by the cool breeze, emitting delicate and ethereal sounds.

The three members of the Uchiha clan were ready, their black combat uniforms outlining their tall and muscular figures.

He stroked a talisman that shimmered with a faint white light, having heard from Miroku that it could perfectly conceal the aura of a ninja, allowing him to move freely through the monster-infested mountains and forests.

He applied slight pressure with his fingers, and the talisman against his palm emitted a faint golden glow.

"Are you really leaving?"

Maitreya, dressed in a plain white shrine maiden's robe, swept her skirt lightly across the cobblestones under the eaves, leaving a few faint watermarks.

The reluctance in her eyes almost overflowed, turning into fine mist that lingered between her long eyelashes, trembling gently.

Having spent these past two days together, she had already placed all her affections on this man.

"The border is dangerous, you..."

He swallowed the words back. He was a powerful figure who aspired to dominate the ninja world, and he was not someone who could be confined by a castle.

Uchiha Mitsunori turned around, his gaze landing precisely on her reddened eyes, and a slight thought stirred within him.

"I'll come back to you after I've finished dealing with these trivial matters."

He wasn't deliberately trying to appease or flatter; there are very few people who can make him soften his tone like this, and Maitreya is one of them.

He took the map of Sesshomaru's whereabouts from Miroku, which was marked with the location of the secluded valley in blue ink.

Maitreya tiptoed and, taking advantage of the moment when he looked down to examine the map, mustered up her courage and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

"I will wait for you here, praying for you every day, wishing you a safe return."

She reached out and straightened his slightly disheveled collar, without trying to stop him or asking when he would return. She simply watched Sanfeng's figure gradually disappear into the horizon.

A small, fully-formed Susanoo pierced the sky, causing streams and canyons to rush backward, with the wind whistling past their ears.

While the Tessaiga's destructive power is astonishing, capable of slaying demons, splitting mountains, and breaking rocks, it doesn't offer him much help.

In contrast, the Tenseiga, an heirloom left by Sesshomaru's father, while lacking direct destructive power, possesses the immense power to reverse life and death. Its wielder can see souls, vanquish evil spirits and purify malevolent energy, and even revive those who have died in a short time. This power to control life and death is far more strategically valuable than mere destruction.

As a ninja, he had witnessed countless deaths of his comrades and tragic ends. The existence of Tenseiga undoubtedly gave him an extra trump card that could reverse the situation and control his destiny. Whether it was setting up a rescue plan or restraining his opponents, it could be used in a crucial way.

In half a day, the three peaks of the Uchiha clan arrived at the secluded valley, following the map's guidance.

The valley floor is littered with jagged rocks, sharp stones standing in a jumbled mess, and withered branches and leaves covering the ground, making a soft "crunching" sound when stepped on.

A silver-white figure leaned against the blackened rock wall, long white hair cascading down like a waterfall, his expression as cold as thousand-year-old jade, devoid of any warmth.

Sesshomaru's senses were extremely sharp; he detected Uchiha Mikado the moment he landed.

He slowly raised his eyes, his amber eyes filled with arrogance and cold indifference.

"Human, what are you doing here?"

Throughout his long demonic life, he has seen countless humans and lesser demons who coveted his demonic power or weapons, but all of them eventually became victims of his blade.

The seemingly powerful ninja in front of him was nothing more than a presumptuous clown in his eyes, not worthy of his attention.

He slightly raised his shoulder, and a faint demonic aura emanated from him. The surrounding pebbles and fallen leaves trembled slightly from the aura, as if driving away ants that had invaded his territory.

Ignoring the intimidating demonic aura surrounding him, Uchiha Sanfeng walked forward steadily.

His gaze passed over Sesshomaru's clenched fist and landed directly on the ancient-looking longsword at the other's waist.

"I want natural teeth."

He didn't engage in any unnecessary small talk, nor did he conceal his purpose, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"Hmph, laughable humans. You think you're worthy to covet what's mine?"

Sesshomaru slowly stood up, his demonic aura suddenly surging, and his amber eyes revealed a murderous intent.

This human dared to ask him for his father's belongings, which was undoubtedly a blatant provocation against his bottom line.

Sesshomaru's figure flashed, almost turning into a silver-white afterimage, and he appeared in front of Mikado in an instant. His palm glowed with a dark purple poisonous light, and with a fierce wind, he rushed straight at Uchiha Mikado's face.

A highly poisonous fumes spread out, carrying a putrid stench. The dead branches that touched the ground were instantly corroded and turned black, turning into a pool of black water. The rocks were also eroded with a dense network of pits. The toxicity was terrifying.

With the dynamic vision of his Mangekyou Sharingan, Uchiha Mitsunori anticipated his attack trajectory. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure leaped backward several feet like a ghost, landing steadily on top of a boulder.

He looked up at Sesshomaru, his calm gaze carrying a hint of provocation: "Sesshomaru, is that all you've got? You're quite disappointing."

"You dodged quickly."

Sesshomaru's gaze darkened, and the killing intent in his amber eyes intensified. He flicked out a yellow-green light whip, lashing it repeatedly at the Uchiha Mitsurugi. Wherever the whip passed, rocks were shattered, and fragments of rock flew everywhere.

Uchiha Mitsunaga moved nimbly, always maintaining a safe distance from the light whip. Even as the light whip's attacks became increasingly fierce and its angles increasingly tricky, it never harmed him in the slightest.

He even had time to observe the flaws in Sesshomaru's techniques, gaining a clearer understanding of the demon's strength. He was powerful, but lacked agility, and his strength was greatly diminished after losing his arm.

After several attacks were easily dodged, Sesshomaru's patience ran out, and a violent glint flashed in his eyes. He drew his Toukishin sword with a backhand motion, exuding a fierce aura.

His demonic energy surged wildly into the sword, and the azure-blue demonic power gathered and churned at the tip, forming a raging torrent.

"Azure Dragon Breaks!"

Sesshomaru let out a low shout, the sound reverberating throughout the valley. A bright blue dragon erupted from the tip of the sword, sweeping towards the three peaks with earth-shattering force.

Wherever the bright blue dragon passed, rocks and withered branches were swallowed and crushed, leaving a deep ravine.

"Finally, they've shown some real skill."

Excitement flashed in Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes, and the patterns of his Mangekyou Sharingan flowed in his pupils, radiating a chilling pressure.

This time, he did not choose to dodge. To him, dodging would be a sign of weakness, especially since he wanted to completely crush Sesshomaru and take away the Tenseiga.

"Perfect Susanoo!"

With a low shout, orange-red chakra surged wildly from his body, quickly condensing into a gigantic samurai phantom over 200 meters tall. The samurai was clad in heavy armor, wielding a long sword also formed from chakra, his posture majestic, like a guardian deity.

The azure-blue Azure Dragon Slash slammed into Susanoo, producing a deafening roar.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the complete Susanoo remained motionless. The power of the Azure Dragon Strike had been exhausted, dissipating into the air like a spark.

Sesshomaru's pupils contracted slightly. This human ninja's power even far surpassed that of some high-ranking demons, and his strength far exceeded his expectations.

Before Sesshomaru could recover from his shock, Susanoo had already swung its sword down, the long blade carrying a powerful orange-red chakra, slashing out with a sharp gust of wind.

The wind from the blade whistled sharply as it passed, heading straight for Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru hastily swung his sword to defend, and the Tokijin clashed with the chakra sword, producing a piercing metallic clang and sparks flying everywhere.

The immense force traveled through the sword into his arm, causing his hand to split open and blood to seep out, slowly dripping down the hilt. Dou Guishen nearly slipped from his grasp and flew away.

He was jolted backward, the rocks beneath his feet crumbling under his feet, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

Uchiha Mitsuhide, controlling Susanoo, pressed forward relentlessly, leaving Sesshomaru powerless to retaliate and only able to parry helplessly.

In just a few rounds, Susanoo's long sword was placed against Sesshomaru's neck, suppressing his demonic power and rendering him unable to move.

Uchiha Mitsumine slowly stepped forward, ignoring the violence, resentment, and humiliation in Sesshomaru's eyes, and took the Tenseiga from his waist.

He gently stroked the ancient patterns on the blade, feeling the life-and-death power contained within it—a power that was gentle yet resilient, capable of easily penetrating the flesh and touching the soul.

Just as he had thought, this knife was a treasure capable of changing the course of events.

He raised his hand and twirled the Tenseiga between his fingertips, the blade shimmering in the sunlight, exuding a sacred aura.

Sesshomaru's long, silver-white hair swayed slightly as he suppressed his anger, his amber eyes filled with resentment: "Damn it! If the Tessaiga were in my hands, how could it be suppressed by a human like you? I would definitely tear you to pieces!"

In his long demon life, he had never been so humiliated, being defeated by a human and having his father's weapon taken away.

Uchiha Mitsunori's deep eyes were like an ancient well, clearly reflecting the obsession in the other person's eyes.

"Sesshomaru, your obsession with the Tessaiga is nothing more than an obsession with your father's approval and the empty title of 'strongest.' Little do you know, you yourself possess a weapon far more powerful than the Tessaiga."

In Sesshomaru's mind, the sword forged from his father's fangs represented the pinnacle of power: "What exactly are you trying to say? Stop with the nonsense! There is no weapon stronger than the one left by my father!"

Uchiha Mitsunori slowly stepped forward, his gaze falling on the severed arm: "You have an innate demonic sword within you, born from your own original demonic power, and it is connected to your mind. As long as you abandon your obsessions and face your true self, it can awaken according to your will."

Sesshomaru was slightly taken aback, his eyes filled with doubt.

"You have always been fixated on the weapon left by your father, yet you have never calmed your mind to perceive the source of your own demonic power. This obsession is like a shackle, trapping your demonic power and obscuring the brilliance of the accompanying demonic sword. As for the pain of this severed arm, perhaps it is a warning from heaven. Only by abandoning your obsession with the past and severing the ties that do not belong to you can you truly control your own power and become a stronger person than your father."

These words struck Sesshomaru like a thunderbolt, exploding in his mind.