"Torch!"
The blazing flames transformed into a tornado-like wall of fire that shot into the sky, instantly swallowing dozens of Hell Jigoku no Gohei and burning them to ashes.
After killing the Jigoku no Gohei, Torch did not vanish. Instead, it slowly moved across the ground.
Its extreme heat sealed the cracks in the earth.
Yamamoto Genryusai gripped Ryujin Jakka, his aged face filled with stern resolve and authority, without the slightest hesitation.
When facing unfamiliar enemies invading the Soul Society, he seemed to have returned to the cold-blooded, merciless man he had been a thousand years ago.
A raised hand brought slaughter; a fallen blade brought desolation.
Watching the magnificent sight before him, even someone as arrogant as Su Feng had to admit that when it came to fine control, the old man was still the old man. He was not someone a half-baked amateur like him could compare himself to.
Although the flames Su Feng unleashed after replicating Ryujin Jakka were hotter and covered a far wider area, killing enemies amid grand spectacles—
When it came to precise control, he was far inferior to Yamamoto Genryusai.
"The Gates of Hell..."
Noticing the arrival of his wayward disciple, Yamamoto Genryusai immediately asked.
"Mm, that's right. It has something to do with me."
Su Feng stood tall and puffed out his chest. "I will personally bring this catastrophe to an end."
Seeing the smug look on his disciple's face, Yamamoto Genryusai silently swallowed the praise that had reached his lips.
It was better not to be too high-profile.
If that wayward disciple learned of his approval, his tail would probably stick all the way up to the Soul King Palace.
"How do we resolve it completely?"
"Kill the enemies, then throw them into the Gates of Hell."
Su Feng explained