"Boom!!!" Uchiha Hikaru's spiritual pressure suddenly erupted.
An invisible, transparent hurricane burst from Uchiha Hikaru's body, violently tearing through the area covered by Ryudōji Yan Long's spiritual pressure.
The hurricane writhed like a crazed serpent, wantonly disrupting the surrounding air as the oppressive feeling instantly vanished.
Akane Zero's eyes shone with golden light as she repeatedly shouted, "Uchiha Hikaru, go!!!"
"Uchiha Hikaru, go!!!"
Ryudōji Yan Long's expression turned grave. He had not expected his opponent to break through his spiritual-pressure encirclement so easily. That was simply impossible.
Moreover, the spiritual pressure Uchiha Hikaru was emitting... seemed faintly much stronger than his own.
"What's going on? Could it be that he had been deliberately showing weakness all along?" Ryudōji Yan Long's face darkened tremendously as he carefully sized up Uchiha Hikaru.
"Young man, where did you come from?"
Those calm words reached Uchiha Hikaru's ears. By then, his spiritual pressure had already occupied more than half the area.
It forced the spiritual pressure released by Ryudōji Yan Long aside.
The expressions of his five subordinates were full of disbelief. Of everyone present, they undoubtedly understood Ryudōji Yan Long's strength best.
For the third time, his spiritual pressure had been suppressed this badly.
That was absolutely unheard of.
Uchiha Hikaru casually glanced at him. "Where do you think I came from?"
"You definitely aren't from Soul Society. Could Soul Society have produced a genius like you in recent years?" When Ryudōji Yan Long mentioned Soul Society, his face was filled with disdain.
Back then, if his grandfather had not been plotted against and lost the struggle for power, he would have been the one controlling Soul Society now.
So he knew Soul Society's strength quite well.
It could never have nurtured someone so young yet so powerful.
"Where I came from