"Trash, who do you think you're looking down on?!"
Grimmjow had not even dropped the sneer from his lips as he raised his right arm slightly, intending to gather another Cero.
But the newly born golden giant gave him no time to charge it.
A colossal palm blotted out the sky as it swept through the air, its gale compressing the atmosphere within a thousand-zhang radius into a solid wall of wind.
Grimmjow's pupils contracted slightly, and he raised both arms to try to withstand the blast.
The next instant, the enormous golden palm struck his body as though swatting a fly.
With a thunderous crash, Grimmjow was slapped into a blurred afterimage and sent hurtling straight toward the distant palace complex.
Several towering spires along his path shattered and collapsed one after another, their hard marble beams and pillars pulverized into dust that filled the sky.
Only after smashing through five thick, towering walls did his flying figure finally come to a halt among the broken walls deep within the rubble.
"That idiot!"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya, now in the form of a young man, knitted his brows tightly. Ice steps flashed beneath his feet as he shot away in a streak of white light.
Within the dust-filled crater in the ruins, the sounds of loose stones sliding down were particularly jumbled.
Hitsugaya had only just landed at the edge of the rubble when a bloodstreaked hand pushed aside the enormous stone slab weighing down its owner.
Grimmjow wiped the dark blood trickling down his chin and unsteadily straightened up.
His white Hueco Mundo outfit had been torn to tatters, and broad patches of dark bruising marked his lean, muscular waist and abdomen.
"Hey, are you all right?" Hitsugaya looked him over and asked in a low voice.
"Huh? Who the