High above the sky, the two sides hovered in midair, facing each other in a tense standoff.
On Imu's side, with the appearance of the eight Creators, their numbers had risen to nine. Every single one of them possessed strength no weaker than Imu's—some were even stronger.
In particular, the middle-aged man who had previously attacked Lin Xuan, as well as another white-haired old man, gave Lin Xuan an even greater sense of danger than Imu himself.
Chapter 370: You Pick First, I'll Handle the RestChapter 370: You Pick First, I'll Handle the RestOn Lin Xuan's side, however, he had not summoned everyone who remained in the Dragon Ball world through Edo Tensei.
This time, the resurrected were Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Obito, Nagato, and Uchiha Izuna.
Including Lin Xuan himself, that made only seven people—putting them at a numerical disadvantage.
"So, how do we fight?" Uchiha Madara swept his gaze over Imu's group and asked indifferently.
Lin Xuan curled his lips into a smile and said, "Simple. Each of you pick one opponent. I'll take care of whoever's left."
"You're sure?" Madara raised an eyebrow.
He might look arrogant, but he knew very well that these enemies were far stronger than the Five Elders—on an entirely different level.
With Lin Xuan's plan, it meant Lin Xuan alone would be facing three opponents.
Senju Hashirama frowned and spoke up, "Chairman Lin, don't take unnecessary risks. These people are extremely strong—"
Lin Xuan waved his hand, cutting him off with a relaxed smile. "No need to overcomplicate things. I know what I'm doing. Let's end this quickly."
The group exchanged glances.
They all felt that Lin Xuan was being a little too confident.
Still, none of them continued to dissuade him.
In truth, they were also curious about just how far Lin Xuan's strength could go.
Besides, if the chairman truly found himself at a disadvantage, they could simply finish their own battles and come to his aid.
With Lin Xuan's strength, surely he wouldn't be defeated that quickly.
Uchiha Madara snorted and said nothing more.
Yet, as another thought crossed his mind, he smirked internally.
Once he finished his opponent, Lin Xuan—fighting three at once—would surely be slower than him, perhaps even overwhelmed.
At that point, Lin Xuan might have to ask him for help.
Lin Xuan asking him for help?
Hmph. Just imagining that scene felt rather satisfying.
With that thought, Madara couldn't help but glance sideways at Lin Xuan, a faintly smug smile tugging at his lips.
Lin Xuan, catching that strangely meaningful look, felt puzzled.
What's with Madara? Did he train on Namek until he knocked a screw loose?
Still, Lin Xuan was genuinely looking forward to seeing their performance.
After a full year of training on Namek, he had no clear idea how strong these guys had become.
Meanwhile, the expressions on the faces of the eight Creators across from them were anything but pleasant.
Lin Xuan and Madara hadn't bothered to conceal their conversation.
With the strength of Imu and the Creators, they had naturally heard every word.
Seeing Madara and the others brimming with confidence—acting as if they were about to beat them senseless—their faces darkened immediately.
Arrogant fools!
These people actually dared to look down on them.
Especially that man called Lin Xuan—planning to fight three of them alone.
That was nothing short of blatant contempt.
"Kill them. Such arrogance does not deserve to exist in this world," one of the Creators said coldly, his voice heavy with killing intent.
Clearly, he knew about Imu's earlier attempt to recruit Lin Xuan, and now he was signaling Imu to abandon that idea entirely.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Imu replied respectfully.
At that moment, the white-haired old man beside them waved his hand and chuckled.
"Imu, there's no need to be so restrained anymore. Although you were our subordinate when we founded the World Government, you've guarded it for so many years. Your strength today is no weaker than ours. In this world, strength is what matters. You needn't be so formal from now on."
Imu froze for a moment, then pondered briefly before smiling.
"Since that is the case… then Imu will no longer stand on ceremony."
"Hahaha! Excellent!"
The old man laughed heartily, then turned his gaze toward Lin Xuan.
"Very well. I'd also like to see what kind of strength the younger generation possesses now."
At that very moment—
Boom!
The battle in the sky erupted without warning.
One of the Creators struck first, drawing his longsword and slashing out in a brilliant arc toward Madara.
The eight Creators were peak figures from eight hundred years ago.
Even after long slumber, their power remained terrifying.
Even the combined might of the Five Elders would not be enough to withstand a single one of their attacks.
In an instant, the heavens and earth changed color.
If this had been before, Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, and the others might truly have been unable to withstand such an assault.
But this time, Lin Xuan had no intention of stepping in.
Uchiha Madara let out a cold snort, instantly activating Six Paths Mode.
A blinding beam burst from his mouth.
"Six Paths Sage Art: Storm Release—Light Fang!"
Boom!
Two terrifying attacks collided midair.
A deafening explosion rang out as space itself shattered.
The shockwaves swept down toward the sea, cleaving the ocean open for tens of thousands of meters.
Countless Sea Kings were slain in the aftermath.
"Well now… interesting. I underestimated you," the Creator who had attacked said, surprise flashing across his face.
Madara stood there with overwhelming arrogance, looking down on his opponent as he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"You're the one. Watch as I beat you back into the dirt and make you start your life over again."
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