The Might of the Great Demon King

Chapter 773: The Might of the Great Demon King

They had barely exchanged blows when the five captains still standing were reduced to four. At this rate, there might be only three—or even two—left the next moment.

Looking at Zhang Miao's still-bleeding right hand, Shunsui Kyōraku's face was full of bitterness.

"Although I was prepared for this, I didn't expect it to feel even worse when actually facing him. It's like facing Old Man Yama in his youth... no, it's even worse than that!"

At that thought, Shunsui Kyōraku sighed inwardly before speaking to Zhang Miao.

"Lord Konoha, to be honest, I really don't want to believe that you would become enemies with the Seireitei. And I don't want to fight you either."

"Then don't fight. It's not like I'm forcing you!"

The moment Shunsui Kyōraku finished speaking, Zhang Miao shot him an annoyed look and held out his hand.

"Shunsui, give me your booze. Hurry up!"

"Uh... all right!"

Hearing that, Shunsui Kyōraku froze for a moment. Once he recovered, he quickly agreed, pulled out his gourd of sake, and tossed it to Zhang Miao.

Zhang Miao caught the sake gourd, pulled out its stopper with his teeth, and gulped down several mouthfuls before letting out a long breath.

"Whew... It's been a long time since I had Seireitei sake. It really does taste better than the stuff in the Living World. Not bad!"

With that, Zhang Miao poured the sake over his right hand, washing away Kenpachi Zaraki's blood. Only then did he toss the empty gourd back to Shunsui Kyōraku.

"Here. Bring more next time!"

Catching the empty gourd, a pained look immediately crossed Shunsui Kyōraku's face. He tipped it toward his mouth and let the last few drops fall onto his tongue before helplessly shaking his