Ronglin sometimes even wondered whether he had bought this Zanpakuto from some street stall just to make up the numbers. Otherwise, with his abilities, why couldn't he summon its spirit?
So he could only bury this frustrating and humiliating matter deep in his heart. Whenever he fought, he either used Kido or Hakuda, or mixed some ninjutsu with Spiritual Pressure to show off. He had never once drawn the Zanpakuto at his waist, making everyone who saw him think he was some reclusive master beyond compare.
In truth, Ronglin knew his own misery. His Zanpakuto simply had not woken up yet.
The Uncrowned King!
Hueco Mundo, Void Valley, southeast of the Forest of Menos.
When Zhuo Yun had led her army into Hueco Mundo, she had already considered every possibility, guessed every situation she might encounter, and prepared herself for any powerful enemy she might have to face. So when that man with an expression full of melancholy and loneliness appeared in her sight, Zhuo Yun did not hesitate in the slightest. She was the first to draw her blade and charge forward.
But he was a man so powerful that even Zhuo Yun was shocked. The instant he appeared, his terrifying Spiritual Pressure surged forth like towering waves crashing down layer upon layer, instantly engulfing the entire area.
The endless tide of Hollows besieging the Shinigami Expeditionary Force immediately fell into violent turmoil. Countless Hollows let out terrified screams, then scattered in every direction like a receding tide. It was as though some inborn fear was suppressing them, forcing them to flee for their lives even if it meant exposing their backs to the Shinigami.
The Shinigami Expeditionary Force had fought continuously in the Forest of Menos for a long time and was already exhausted. The sudden collapse and