Asano Kiyoshi's words were like a stone thrown into a tranquil lake, sending ripples spreading outward layer by layer.
As his words fell, whether it was the mild-tempered Kirio Hikifune, the hot-headed Kirio Temple, or the naturally aloof Senjumaru Shutara, all of them showed traces of displeasure.
To every member of Zero Division, each of them could be called one of Soul Society's finest—or rather, they were the makers of Soul Society's history.
After joining Zero Division and being granted power by the Soul King, they had become fundamentally different from ordinary Shinigami.
It could be said that, in some sense, they were scarcely different from demigods.
Yet now, this young newly appointed Captain-Commander of Soul Society actually wanted to challenge all of Zero Division alone. To them, whether he could win or not, it was an insult.
Kirio Temple's pompadour twitched slightly. He spat out the toothpick that had been dangling from his mouth and said sternly,
"Though I thought you were a decent guy before, I've changed my mind. You really are a damn little brat. Since you said something like that, you'll have to pay a price."
Seeing that the others around him still had no intention of making a move, Asano Kiyoshi sighed, then said,
"It seems you truly did not understand what I just said. Then I won't waste any more words."
The next instant, ink-black spiritual pressure erupted, and a terrifying torrent of Reishi nearly swept across the entire Soul King Palace in an instant!
After fighting Yhwach, Asano Kiyoshi had not only absorbed all the power of the King's Seal, but had also moved nearly half of Hell's Koguto into Fengdu City. His total spiritual pressure had now completely surpassed the Captain-Commander's spiritual pressure at his peak!
Spiritual pressure that had almost become