"Aizen was pretty fierce." The Truth-Seeking Orbs reformed behind him as Shin glanced toward the main battlefield.
Aizen alone was facing One Page Book, Su Huanzhen, and Yamamoto Genryusai. Empowered by the Hōgyoku, he seemed possessed by a god, showing no fear whatsoever.
"In that case, can I watch the show from the sidelines for a while?" Shin muttered under his breath as he started backing away, looking for a safe spot to observe.
No matter how things turned out between the two sides, he had contingencies prepared.
It would naturally be best if Aizen erupted with the Hōgyoku's power and crushed the experts of both worlds in one fell swoop. Then Shin could fish in troubled waters and take everything for himself.
If the Seireitei and Pili World won, he could still proceed according to his original plan. Either way, he would never let himself come out at a loss.
Just as he retreated, a chilling sword intent locked onto him. A figure with a long, narrow scar across his face charged straight at him, raising his hand to unleash sword qi that filled the sky.
"Oh!" Shin narrowed his eyes. The Yin-Yang Release sword in his hand gave a casual sweep, and ripples suddenly spread through the space before him, stopping the boundless sword qi from advancing another inch.
The figure appeared at his side, his sword thrusting toward Shin's throat.
Clang!
Shin's Yin-Yang Release sword blocked the strike. Then the power of Yin-Yang Release erupted, sending his opponent flying backward.
"Mad Blade, Sword Fool—Ye Xiaochai, you chose the wrong opponent!" Shin shouted. Ye Xiaochai's reflection appeared in his Rinnegan as the surrounding space abruptly congealed.
"Ah!" Ye Xiaochai exclaimed, looking around involuntarily. It was as though an invisible cage had trapped him.
Amaterasu! Black flames rose, burning