But in the very next second, Aota's head exploded.
All those old fools were dumbfounded by the sight.
What was going on?
Why would a human body suddenly explode?
Just as they were wondering, a voice reached their ears.
"Have Quincy Reiatsu become this weak? You can't even see me?"
A figure slowly appeared before them.
Like something transparent gradually revealing its full form.
Once everyone saw clearly, they all sucked in a breath.
The one standing before them was none other than a Shinigami.
"Everyone, my name is Yamabuki Chidori. More than five hundred years ago, I personally cut down your king in that great war. If any of you want revenge now, you can come up and slash me. I'm a very democratic person." Yamabuki Chidori spread his arms and spoke in a very gentle tone.
The elders of the Quincy families trembled when they saw a Shinigami suddenly appear within their clan, completely at a loss.
Yamabuki Chidori smiled at the old men. He actually hoped that a few of them might have some blood in them and rush forward to cut him once.
But unfortunately, not a single one of them had any backbone.
"Um... sir, we've always kept to ourselves over the years and have never revealed our strength. The only extremist was the one you killed just now. Please don't let that vile creature implicate us." The elder immediately distanced himself from Aota.
Yamabuki Chidori merely wore a faint smile, looking unfathomable.
"Peace is good. I like peace best. As long as you stay out of trouble and don't cause problems for me, I won't do anything to you." Yamabuki Chidori said.
If the corpse beneath his feet had not still been bleeding, these old fools might actually have believed him. The smile on