Chapter 1189

"... Wait! Wait! That's my Ryūjin Jakka!"

Watching his own Ryūjin Jakka strike at Satan, only to be deflected by Satan's defense layer.

Yamamoto Genryūsai's eyes burned with rage.

That was the strongest fire-type legendary Zanpakutō! It ought to be enshrined and revered! How dare he treat it like this? This is an insult to me! Yamamoto Genryūsai's teeth ached from clenching them! He refused to admit that, like Kurosaki Isshin, he had been blinded by Su Han's divine wealth radiance! "... Even the Captain-Commander's Ryūjin Jakka has been fired off! Then it's only natural that my Senbonzakura has been fired off too."

Byakuya Kuchiki kept reassuring himself, but watched as Senbonzakura, lost in the endless tide of Zanpakutō, passed unremarkably through the Shinigami's body, utterly ordinary.

He still had a lump stuck in his throat, wanting to spit it out but unable to.

Fuck, where the hell did all these Zanpakutō come from? And they're all different styles! If Senbonzakura weren't still firmly clutched in his hand, he'd believe Su Han had looted the Soul Society clean.