Aizen, Dead

After Aizen finished speaking.

Sure enough, he no longer relied on Illusion's hypnotic abilities.

His own spiritual pressure had already reached the utmost level.

His Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hohō, and Kidō also far surpassed those of the Soul Society's captains.

His Zanpakuto.

Had never been his true reliance!

Whoosh!

The blades in their hands collided once more.

Two extreme spiritual pressures met.

Nearly blowing away the spectators around them.

"Lin Feng-kun, it seems your strength isn't as great as I imagined. Let me guess—against exchanges of force like that just now, you can probably barely block another ten moves?" Aizen said with a faint curl of his lips.

Lin Feng held his sword in one hand.

Although he had blocked Aizen's full-strength strike.

Still.

The hand gripping his sword did indeed feel slightly numb.

Thirteen thousand points of spiritual pressure.

And he was still no match for Aizen.

This guy truly deserved to be called the ceiling of the Shinigami world!

However.

If that really had been Aizen's full-strength attack just now.

Then.

Next.

Lin Feng felt that Aizen could go die!

Aizen raised his eyes slightly, his gaze flickering as a smile spread across his lips.

With his experience.

He could naturally tell.

That Lin Feng had already used all his strength.

Although Aizen truly had not expected Lin Feng to possess such immense power.

Still.

Lin Feng was ultimately inferior to Aizen.

Even if the difference was only a hair's breadth.

It was enough to decide life and death!

Just as Aizen prepared to swing his second blade.

He suddenly felt that something seemed off.

It seemed to be Lin Feng's eyes.

There appeared to be no fear whatsoever in them.

But.

How was that possible?

"Aizen, where did you get the confidence when you haven't even obtained the