Chapter 395: I Can Take On a Hundred
Just as the group was caught in a brief moment of calm, three surges of Reiatsu far beyond the level of ordinary Captains suddenly erupted.
Fortunately, Lieutenant Chōjirō Sasakibe reacted swiftly, immediately unleashing his own Reiatsu to shield against the crushing pressure.
Though his efforts managed to hold back the brunt of it, the sheer weight of those three terrifying forces still left the surrounding soldiers struggling to breathe, as if three massive mountains were pressing down on their chests.
But just as suddenly as those three overwhelming Reiatsu had appeared, they vanished.
Recognizing the familiar spiritual signatures, Masatsuki Aozaki let out a helpless sigh and peeled Rangiku Matsumoto off him, setting her back on her feet.
He had sensed those Reiatsu long before they arrived—he just hadn’t cared. Now, he casually glanced toward the source.
The old man appeared in a flash of Shunpo, moving at astonishing speed. In his hand, he carried a severed head—white-haired, black-skinned—slowly dissolving into Reishi.
One couldn’t help but admire the old man’s composure. Holding the head of a former comrade and still remaining calm, though his expression was noticeably grim.
A second later, Kenpachi Zaraki came barreling in behind him, striding heavily.
Shunpo wasn’t exactly Zaraki’s strength, but with his overwhelming Reiatsu backing him, even rough technique translated into a speed that surpassed most of the Gotei 13 Captains.
Kenpachi was grinning from ear to ear—he’d clearly enjoyed himself.
Yamamoto’s eyes scanned the scene with a complex expression before settling on Masatsuki Aozaki.