There was no doubt that Su Feng's words had once again struck their sensitive, fragile nerves.
Among them, the six Rebel Army leaders possessed the poorest judgment.
Having once hated Soul Society and now being members of the Gotei 13, they did not merely seek revenge against Su Feng. More than that, they wanted to destroy this world completely!
They were all Soul Reaper captains, so why had they fallen into Hell while these people, inferior to them, lived so comfortably?
Did this world favor the weak?!
They could not accept this outcome, much less bear to see Soul Society prosper after they were gone.
If they did not destroy Soul Society, would that not prove they were inferior to the current generation of captains?
"Bankai: Golden Divine Treasury!"
The instant everyone's spiritual pressure erupted, someone could no longer restrain himself and struck first.
In Takeshita Masato's eyes, he was already dead anyway. At worst, he would simply die again if he failed.
Moreover, after falling into Hell, his spiritual pressure, physique, and even his soul had all been strengthened considerably.
He was merely some junior. Could a few decades of improvement possibly surpass the gift of Hell's Will?
As his words fell, countless dazzling golden halos emerged behind Takeshita Masato.
The vast spiritual pressure made breathing halt. Countless blades of every kind slowly appeared within the halos, and their fierce aura instantly made him the most eye-catching figure on the field.
The others paused briefly, then quietly took a step back, yielding the stage to Takeshita Masato.
Though they shared the same goal, it would naturally be best if they could kill their enemy Su Feng at the smallest possible cost.
Several decades had passed. None of them knew how much Su Feng's strength had grown, nor whether he