Worse still, Kaido not only had to endure the humiliation of defeat but, with his memories intact, had to watch himself being mercilessly toyed with by Shisui like a puppet on strings, subject to another's whims. That mingling of terror and helplessness was truly horrifying.
After just one such clash, Kaido had already grown afraid of Shisui and lost every shred of desire to oppose him.
From then on, whenever Kaido caught sight of Shisui, he would involuntarily lower his head and respectfully address him as "my lord."
It was as though only this could soothe, however slightly, the indelible terror deep within his heart.
Shisui looked up at the azure dragon in the sky, a faint smile on his lips, and said softly, "Kaido, there's someone here who, to my mind, has quite a similar temperament to yours."
At those words, the azure dragon coiled in the sky shuddered violently, then began shrinking at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, the imposing azure dragon, hundreds of meters long, vanished into thin air before everyone's eyes!
The very next second, a tiny figure plummeted straight down from thousands of zhang above, like a kite with its string cut.
A deafening crash rang out, and the ground shook violently.
Ichigo Kurosaki and the others present all paled, raising their arms to shield themselves from the raging storm of sand and dust that surged toward them.
Once the dust had settled a little, a figure as towering as a mountain slowly stepped out of the swirling yellow sand.
If Kenpachi Zaraki had to rely on his spine-chilling, terrifying murderous aura to barely create an imposing presence like towering mountains and treacherous peaks, inspiring fear and respect;
then the man standing before them now needed nothing more than his enormous,