"Clang!"
The narrow blade at the guard's waist was swiftly drawn. His eyes burned with fury as he moved forward to strike, but his body swayed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Aizen's form swayed like a fragile willow bending in the wind, deftly evading the three-person encirclement. No trace of his previous timid and fearful demeanor remained.
"Die!"
The old driver roared in fury, abandoning his focus on defending against Aizen to counterattack against . In an instant, his weapon appeared: a flexible sword that whipped forward like a venomous snake, aiming at Blackhearted Hand With a sword light that extended four feet.
The air trembled under the sheer force of the sword's energy, producing a piercing sound as the room filled with a chilling flash of sword light. Blackhearted Hand's face turned pale as he rapidly retreated, launching several hidden projectiles in response.
"Clink, clink, clink!"
