The dust had yet to settle.
A naked figure shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow, instantly closing in before Su Feng.
Her ferocity and formidable chest appearing at once even made someone as worldly as Su Feng briefly lose focus.
"Brat of the Tsunayashiro Family, you're still too green to threaten me."
Yoruichi Shihoin bared her teeth in a savage grin, her pearly fangs exposed as her fierce fist wind howled toward him. The terrifying impact erupted in an instant.
From the angle of her attack, it was obvious that Yoruichi Shihoin had been displeased with Su Feng's expression for quite some time.
Boom!
The violent force landed, and a dark figure became a streak of white, trailing dust as it crashed into a distant warehouse building.
Rumble!
In an instant, the structure collapsed, kicking up endless dust once more and completely burying the surrounding area.
In the ruins nearby, Ishikawa Naoto, who had been gathering evidence, had yet to figure out what was happening.
Then an unrestrained, wild Spiritual Pressure blanketed the entire warehouse district.
Caught off guard, Ishikawa Naoto staggered and nearly fell flat on his face.
Realizing that he had once again been dragged into a battlefield that had nothing to do with him, Ishikawa Naoto gripped his Zanpakuto with both hands, forced his weak legs to move, and hurriedly fled the scene.
In a battle of this level, even the aftershocks could kill him.
As one of the pillars of the Thirteenth Division, Ishikawa Naoto felt that he could not die so miserably. At the very least, his death had to mean something.
Su Feng rose from the rubble, green Kaido light glowing from his left hand as it worked over his right arm, healing the injury from the punch as quickly as