Chapter 1178: Urahara Kisuke

Su Han glanced at Urahara Kisuke but did not answer; his palm lightly swept through the empty air before him.

Instantly, the void twisted, and all the Zanpakutō and treasures vanished without a trace.

Kurosaki Isshin drew a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He had just seen his own Zanpakutō, Senbonzakura, among the ones Su Han had fired.

His mind was now confused—when had the top-tier Zanpakutō of the Soul Society become something you could mass-produce!? "Who the hell is this guy? How could he collect so many Zanpakutō... and those... weapons imbued with strange power? What's going on? They can't all be fakes—there's no way! I can't spot a single flaw."

"They're identical to the real ones!"

Kurosaki Isshin studied Su Han, his expression complex, beginning to grind his teeth.

Damn it! Shooting top-tier Zanpakutō like arrows... such a rich-man's trick—he wanted that too.

Though countless questions swirled in his mind, after a moment's thought, he swallowed them all.

After all, he felt Su Han's power towered above his own.

"... But! Ichigo seems to know these people."

"Once we get back—I'll definitely ask him properly."

Kurosaki Isshin cast a long, deep look at Kurosaki Ichigo, his thoughts churning.

"These guys are too strange... forget the rich-man! What about that giant over there—the one with golden hair, white beard, seven meters tall."

"His power isn't Shinigami reiatsu, nor is it Hollow or Quincy... yet it's this incredibly strong."

Far away.

Terrifying energy fluctuations surged instantly, and countless flies coalesced in the void.