"Wah!" The white figure crashed into a mountain several hundred meters away, collapsing the entire mountainside. The white figure flew out from the falling rubble and dropped to one knee over a hundred meters from Ronglin and the other two, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Pain twisted his expression into something savage and grotesque.
Kuchiki Byakuya and Shiba Zhu had no words to describe the turmoil in their hearts. It was one thing for Ronglin to beat up a few Adjuchas, but why had even a legendary Menos Grande like a Vasto Lorde been beaten until it vomited blood in a single exchange? Could this Vasto Lorde be a fake?
Ronglin casually stretched his limbs as the Spiritual Pressure around him flowed nimbly, swiftly filling every part of his body. His fists were faintly sore. He had not expected this Vasto Lorde's Hierro to be even tougher than the defense of the teenage Zaraki Kenpachi. Ronglin's full-force punch had made Szayelaporro cough up blood, but his own fist had been left aching as well.
"Bastard!" Szayelaporro gritted his teeth and staggered to his feet. His earlier composure, ease, and confidence had vanished, replaced by fury. Clearly, he had never expected that, as a Vasto Lorde, he would be made to vomit blood in a single exchange.
"King's Hollow Flash!"
Two pink points of light flashed beside Szayelaporro's ears. Then the starlight abruptly surged, transforming into two streams of pink radiance that shot straight at Ronglin. Dense Spiritual Pressure spread outward as the king's Cero directly warped space itself. Everything in its path became distorted.
Ronglin gave a low shout and stomped violently on the ground. Gathering his Spiritual Pressure to its strongest state, he reached out with both hands and grabbed at the two Ceros.
No matter how powerful