Su Feng waited for a long time.
The senior who loved throwing his weight around, Takehara Kazuhiro, did not recover from his state of minced flesh like Shihoin Sennichi had.
He seemed to have died completely.
Not even the faintest trace of spiritual particles remained.
The instant he died, his Bankai, Kodo Tenso, completely collapsed as well.
Other than leaving behind a desolate mess, nothing remained.
"What's going on here?"
Su Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, finding Hell's condition increasingly difficult to understand.
Both were dead, yet Shihoin Sennichi could revive while Takehara Kazuhiro could not.
Could Hell's Will be obsessed with looks too?
Did ugly people really not deserve any rights at all?
"He fell into Hell too recently, so his spiritual particles haven't yet been assimilated by Hell."
Saito Furofushi curled her lip and gestured.
"Strictly speaking, he hasn't been branded by Hell yet."
"But because spiritual particles with Third-Class Spiritual Might or above cannot be broken down by Soul Society, he'll still repeat his previous cycle."
"Then fall into Hell again."
Su Feng frowned. "Why didn't you say that earlier?"
"You didn't ask."
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out. Saito Furofushi immediately covered her backside and glared furiously at the scoundrel before her, grinding her teeth.
She looked as if she wanted to bite Su Feng to death on the spot.
"Remember to say it in advance next time."
Su Feng flicked his hand disdainfully. "Too flat. No feel to it at all."
"I'll kill you, you bastard!"
Saito Furofushi could no longer endure such humiliation. She immediately drew her sword, and a flash of purple light vanished before her.
A fierce aura instantly filled the surroundings, forcing Mayuri Kurotsuchi and the others to retreat.
At their level, they were not qualified to stand alongside a first-generation