"Pfft!"
Blood splattered and everyone's pupils suddenly shrank.
The sharp spear directly pierced Hidan's chest, like a suicide scene that shook people's nerves.
"He, he actually committed suicide!"
Kuraki's expression turned pale, and he was about to take a step back, but a big hand grabbed his arm indiscriminately.
"Please, help me, I can't breathe, my heart hurts," Young Master Fuma clutched his chest and tried to say.
However, seeing the blood splattered from his hand, everyone's heads roared.
The location of this wound is exactly the same as the wound that Hidan made himself.
"Ahem, every sacrifice is troublesome and painful. Can't this be simplified?"
Half kneeling, Hidan, who should have been dead, wiped the remaining blood on the corner of his mouth.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, he pulled out the spear that had pierced his chest as if nothing had happened.
The pierced chest quickly squirmed and healed after the spear was removed.
The strange sight made people feel an inexplicable chill rising on the soles of their feet.
"Young master!"
Moron's urgent shout made Konan and the others nervous again.
He hurriedly looked back, and what he saw was young master Fuma with round eyes, who was already dead.
He didn't know when a bloody hole appeared in his chest.
A large amount of blood spilled out, staining half of his clothes red.
At this moment, everyone present finally understood what Han meant by what he had just said.
This is not suicide, this is a death curse!
The evil sect in front of them was definitely not simple.
"Haha, it's really satisfying to see the panic on your face," Hidan smiled jokingly.
Looking past the crowd, his eyes fell on Han and said: "You should also be entrusted by daimyo Yunokuni to eradicate me."
"Now that you have seen my power, I advise you to run as far as possible before I kill everyone here. Otherwise, if I change my mind, you will become a sacrifice to the god Jashin."
Everyone's nervousness suddenly became tense, and Konan couldn't help but said: "Kakuzu-senpai, I know you are not an ordinary person."
"Just now we were too careless and misjudged the strength of both sides. That's why we ignored your persuasion and rashly intervened in this bounty mission."
"As long as you are willing to help, we are willing to help. As for the rewards, we definitely don't accept them."
The somewhat arrogant words made Kuraki and the others tense.
This time, despite the long distance, they came to Yunokuni for the prize of 50 million yen.
But he never thought that he would not get the bounty and still have to risk his life every time.
If they were asked to choose again, they would never come to Yunokuni.
"Sorry, I'm not here for the 50 million prize." Han smiled playfully and looked at Hidan.
"I want you to be my subordinate?"
The small voice seemed to provide a magical sound at this moment.
Whether they were members of the Akatsuki organization or the Jashin God Cult present, they were immediately stunned.
The scene where Hidan showed off his strength just now was still clearly visible in their minds.
Now Han invited others to be his subordinates as soon as he opened his mouth.
What was the difference between that and a certain king of thieves, asking someone to treat him as a Subordinate and asking for face?
"Hmph, Hidan is the holy son of our Jashin God Religion. He will not agree to the request of a person of unknown origin like you." The old man said in a cynical tone: "If you plan to use this method to delay time and find a chance to save person, ."
"I regret to inform you that this barrier is the strongest defense of our Jashin God Cult. Even if we kill everyone here, you will never be able to destroy it."
Uncontrollable laughter resounded throughout the world.
The attack by dozens of people just now confirmed the old man's words.
Konan and the others obviously couldn't calm down. When they looked at Han, they saw a warm smile.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
You mean, this?
Han suddenly clenched the five fingers of his right hand, and at the moment the thunder crackled, he punched hard in front of everyone without any impression.
"Heavy Thunder True Axe!"
Purple lightning exploded like a frenzy.
The punch fell, mixed with the roar of the dragon and tiger, tearing the eardrum and flying straight into the sky.
The seemingly indestructible blood barrier was slightly dented upon contact.
The impact he experienced reached its limit in an instant.
Under Han's gaze, the barrier collapsed.
Click!
Like broken glass, cracks appeared, and the next moment they spread rapidly like spider webs.
In the blink of an eye, the entire barrier collapsed before everyone's eyes, as if a chain reaction had occurred.
The strange scene plunged the place into complete silence.
Kakuzu, standing beside Han, said indifferently: "Boss, if you have any convenient methods in the future, please remember to tell me in advance."
"I don't need to work hard in secret."
Inexplicable words suddenly awakened everyone.
The next moment, black veins burst out from the ground in an instant, directly encircling the necks of the ten people who used the barrier.
The sudden scene made their expressions change drastically.
Unfortunately, before they could react, their blood vessels suddenly tightened.
Blood splattered, and the sound of bones cracking was heard. In front of everyone, the entire neck was directly strangled at the waist.
The terrifying scene made people's pupils shrink suddenly.
While talking and laughing, he killed ten chuunin without realizing it.
This method really shook people's hearts.
"Kakuzu? Is he the legend of the underground black market, a ninth level bounty hunter?" Fuma Moron exclaimed, "Do you remember our clan leader? How he died?"
When the Fuma clan leader accepted the mission that day, it was precisely because he knew that Kakuzu was also traveling with him that he left a message that this mission was a sure thing.
Now, Kakuzu is still standing in front of them alive, but unfortunately the so-called leader of the Fuma clan is already dead.
"I killed him." Han smiled warmly.
The soft sound made Fuma Moron want to slap his own mouth.
Which pot is not opened, which pot is raised?
He saw with his own eyes that the barrier that even more than ten of them couldn't break through together was easily broken through by the opponent.
They didn't believe that a group of stragglers could stand up to him.
"Don't worry, I killed your clan leader, but I won't attack you carelessly. He wanted to kill me, and I killed him as a matter of course. Assassins always get killed. You didn't attack me, so I have no reason to kill you." Han patted Moron's shoulder.
The slap made his scalp explode.
Seeing the warm smile so close, young master Fuma, who didn't even care about the still cold bones, quickly put on a stiff smile and said.
"My lord, what he said is good, and he is also good at killing. People who kill people will always be killed. It is true that his grudge is clear."