"A half-crippled Soul King, a strongest being who couldn't even hold on to his own plane-level strength. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just a pitiful worm..."
As Seiichi finished speaking, he shook his head, a trace of disdain and contempt appearing on his face.
His voice was calm and cold, yet filled with an invisible pressure.
As his words fell, the entire space seemed to freeze.
Everyone present felt a powerful pressure, and their expressions grew solemn.
Seiichi's gaze swept over everyone present, his eyes like two sharp swords piercing through each person's soul.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a mocking smile.
Then Seiichi leaned backward, and a black sofa appeared out of thin air, steadily catching his reclining body.
His movements were elegant and unhurried, as though everything was under his control.
Seiichi crossed his legs and sat comfortably on the sofa, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest with crisp sounds.
His eyes remained cold as he quietly watched everyone present.
"Go ahead. What are you waiting for?" Seiichi's voice rang out again, breaking the silence.
His tone was flat and firm, as though urging everyone to act.
The Soul Reapers and Arrancar present exchanged glances, seeing hesitation and fear in one another's eyes.
Just then, old man Yamamoto's and Sōsuke Aizen's expressions turned extremely grim. They realized they seemed to have underestimated their enemy's strength.
This time, their enemy's power far exceeded their imaginations.
Yet after some internal struggle, they still decided to obey Seiichi's command, releasing their spiritual power one after another to prepare for the coming challenge.
Powerful fluctuations of spiritual power filled the entire space, and the tension reached its peak.
At this, Seiichi shook his head helplessly, then gently waved a hand, and a screen of light appeared in midair.
The screen