Boom!
The condensed Great Ball Rasengan erupted with a terrifying explosion, shaking the entire ground. A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
That night, everyone in the Seireitei felt a powerful yet extremely brief earthquake. Accompanied by a deafening boom, they saw a black cloud shooting skyward, blotting out the sky and sun.
Every glass vessel in the venue was shattered by the residual shockwaves. Countless tables and chairs broke apart, while innumerable buildings within three hundred meters of the area collapsed.
Of the more than two hundred people who had charged at Ronglin, Kyoraku Shunsui and the other two clearly saw them fly in every direction like battered sacks amid the explosion.
The center of the venue was shrouded in smoke and dust. No one dared step forward to take a look.
"That move was quite spectacular." Kuchiki Haru's expression turned incomparably grave as he stood atop the pavilion. "But it seems he held back at the end? Was that just my imagination? If he hadn't held back, would it have been even more powerful?"
As he spoke, Kuchiki Haru recalled the endless flatlands of the Graveyard of the Fallen and immediately understood. Ronglin had clearly stopped himself at the last moment. Otherwise, this gathering place would probably have been flattened just now... though it was nearly there already.
Kuchiki Haru rose with a hearty laugh. "Haha! As expected of someone who defeated a Vasto Lorde. He has guts and strength! Come on, it's our turn to make an appearance. If we don't show up soon, we'll miss this wonderful show."
The venue was a complete mess. Countless nobles were crammed together, and the final explosion had sent innumerable people tumbling. Under that terrifying surge of air, even if they could keep their footing, they could not withstand the