These ferocious-looking Shinigami hit Ronglin with a triple barrage of insults, calling him a worthless piece of trash from the Rukon District without even a trace of Spiritual Pressure.
Ronglin immediately stopped, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited to see whether these kings of trash talk could come up with anything more impressive.
"Oh? This idiot 0.8 doesn't seem convinced!" One of the Shinigami frowned at Ronglin's expression. "You looking to die? Can't you see I'm a Shinigami?"
As he spoke, he raised his sword and made to walk toward Ronglin.
But one of his companions promptly grabbed him. Turning to Ronglin, he said, "It's dangerous here. If you've got no ability, leave early, so you don't get caught up in it!"
Just from the defensive formation they had set up, anyone could tell what kind of combat mission they were carrying out.
But these Shinigami kept calling him trash and a lowborn, which made Ronglin extremely displeased.
His gaze swept across the area as he looked for their captain, wondering whether he should find a chance later to show them what real "trash" and "lowborn" looked like.
Chapter 5: Menos Grande Invasion!
"What are you looking at? Why aren't you leaving? Do you really want to stay here and die?" The Shinigami from before grew even more annoyed when he saw Ronglin still standing there so calmly. "What the hell are the guards doing? Why haven't they come to take this guy away yet?"
At that moment, the other Shinigami suddenly exchanged strange looks, and each saw an unbelievable suspicion in the others' eyes.
"Could something have happened?" someone blurted out.
Just then, Ronglin, who had never sensed any Spiritual Pressure fluctuations before, suddenly felt a faint ripple of Spiritual Pressure rise within his heart. The gathered