Overwhelming

Liu Chuan, who had been "showing" signs of disrupted Spiritual Power and swaying unsteadily, suddenly raised his head.

The face that was always calm showed no panic at this moment—only an almost indifferent composure, and... a faint trace of impatience.

"Is this the entirety of your plan?"

His calm voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through Scarface's wild roars and the whistle of weapons cutting through the air, reaching everyone present.

The moment his words fell—

BOOM—!!!

A terrifying Spiritual Pressure erupted from Liu Chuan!

This was truly the powerful Spiritual Pressure of someone who had broken through the Soul Reaper Limit!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The well-trained Tsunayashiro Clan deathsworn charging at him from every direction did not even have time to groan.

The instant that Spiritual Pressure erupted, it was as though invisible giant hammers had smashed into them. Their eyes rolled back, and they were slammed to the ground like rag dolls.

Their bones cracked with a teeth-grating sound, and they instantly lost all consciousness. Whether they lived or died was unknown.

The weapons in their hands clattered across the ground.

Scarface, the executioner who bore the brunt of it, felt as if his charging body had slammed into an invisible iron wall!

He felt as though he had fallen into the deepest, stickiest swamp, as if he were carrying an immense weight on his back. Every movement became incomparably difficult.

The savage expression on his face was instantly replaced by extreme horror and disbelief. Veins bulged across his forehead and neck, while cold sweat poured down like a waterfall, soaking through his clothes in an instant.

Even with all his strength, he could barely remain standing. The arm gripping his sword trembled violently beyond his control.

As for Tsukihito Tsunayashiro... the cruel grin on his face had not even fully formed before it froze, then was swallowed by boundless terror.

The instant that vast Spiritual Pressure descended, he felt like a dead leaf in a storm. No, more like an ant pinned firmly to the ground by an invisible giant hand!

With a thud, his knees gave out. Without the slightest dignity, he collapsed face-down onto the ground, unable to breathe properly or even lift his head. He could only stare fixedly at the ground, all color drained from his face, leaving nothing but ghastly pallor and terror.

The entire ruin fell into deathly silence.

Only the night wind wailed through the broken walls, accompanied by Scarface's heavy, bellows-like breathing and the chattering of Tsukihito Tsunayashiro's teeth.

Liu Chuan slowly stepped forward and stopped before Scarface, whose entire body had gone rigid and was drenched in cold sweat. He calmly glanced at him.

"Stay put. Don't move, and don't even think about running or resisting." Liu Chuan's voice remained flat, but it carried an authority that could not be questioned.

"If you're lucky, you might still have a way to live. Of course, you can also try attacking me now."

Scarface shuddered all over. Meeting Liu Chuan's gaze, the madness and ferocity that had risen in his heart because of "freedom" were drenched in icy water and extinguished completely.

He could clearly sense that killing him would probably be easier for Liu Chuan than crushing an ant.

That so-called "Binding Spirit Dust"? What a joke! Before such terrifying Spiritual Pressure, it had not worked in the slightest!

Clang!

Scarface did not hesitate at all. He immediately released his grip, allowing that vicious Zanpakuto to fall to the ground with a crisp ring.

With difficulty, he raised both hands in a posture of complete surrender, ready to accept whatever came next, and said hoarsely, "I... surrender."

He wanted freedom, but he was not stupid. He did not want to die right now.

Liu Chuan ignored him and turned his gaze toward Tsukihito Tsunayashiro, who lay sprawled on the ground like mud.

At this moment, Tsukihito Tsunayashiro's mind was completely blank. Only boundless terror and a sense of absurdity battered his understanding of reality.

He had heard Scarface throw down his weapon and surrender. He had also heard Liu Chuan's calm words, which struck like thunder.

"No... impossible! This is impossible!" He barely raised his head and glared at Liu Chuan. His voice twisted from extreme terror, filled with hysteria.

"You... weren't you already affected by the 'Binding Spirit Dust'? Your Spiritual Power should have been sealed! How could you... how could you still have such powerful Spiritual Pressure?!"

Seeing his disbelief, Liu Chuan finally revealed a faintly mocking smile.

He paused, then slowly raised his right hand beneath Tsukihito Tsunayashiro's suddenly constricting pupils. A barely noticeable glimmer of Spirit Particles at his fingertip quietly vanished.

"By the way, from the moment you smugly began explaining your 'script,' I used Kido to record every word you said... in its entirety."

Recorded it?!

Tsukihito Tsunayashiro was struck as if by lightning, his whole body trembling violently as an icy chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

As if to verify Liu Chuan's words—and deliver the final blow—Liu Chuan stopped looking at him and began chanting softly.

Though quiet, his voice carried a strange penetrating force, instantly resonating with the omnipresent Spirit Particle network of the Seireitei:

"Bakudo #77, Tenteikūra."

Hum...

A wave of Spirit Particles spread out from Liu Chuan, instantly reaching the skies over the entire Seireitei—Captain-Commander Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, every captain, and the other Sages and judges of the Central 46 Chambers...

The next moment, every locked-on target, whether handling official duties, resting, training, or sleeping,

heard a replay in their minds without warning, filled with resentment, smugness, and conspiracy—

It was Tsukihito Tsunayashiro's voice, every word incomparably clear:

"Boy Liu Chuan, listen to the 'script' this old man has prepared for you—Liu Chuan, member of the Zero Division, encounters the escaped felon 'Scarface' and pursues him alone, engaging him in fierce battle.

"However, the criminal is powerful and battle-hardened. Though Liu Chuan fights bravely, he is ultimately no match for him and unfortunately... dies in the attack!

"...If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being too ostentatious and not knowing when to restrain yourself. You blocked this old man's path and made this old man suffer such humiliation!..."

"...This is the specially made 'Binding Spirit Dust' of my Tsunayashiro Clan... Even captains..."

All across the Seireitei, the Soul Society higher-ups connected by Tenteikūra changed expression at once!

At the First Division barracks, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto abruptly opened his eyes. The teacup in his hand shattered silently, and a terrifying wave of heat flashed and vanished.

In the Sixth Division, Byakuya Kuchiki suddenly rose to his feet, icy light filling his eyes.

Within the Central 46 Chambers, the Sages who had not yet rested were collectively rendered speechless.

Tsukihito Tsunayashiro lay limp on the ground, his face ashen and his eyes completely unfocused. He unconsciously muttered, "It's over... it's all over..."

All his schemes, all his support, all his malice and smugness, under Liu Chuan's casual counterattack and this public-execution-like Tenteikūra,

were utterly reduced to nothing, and he himself was pushed into an abyss from which there was no return.

Liu Chuan withdrew the spell, glanced at the utterly broken Tsukihito Tsunayashiro, then at Scarface, who was honestly crouching to one side, before finally sweeping his gaze over the deathsworn sprawled across the ground.

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