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Flames spread like an ocean, covering several thousand meters. Everything within them had become a living hell.
The blazing crimson glow reflected in the eyes of every Nie Kingdom Shinigami, causing their bodies to tense up as sweat dripped from their foreheads. Almost instinctively, they gripped the hilts of their swords, as though only that could give them a sense of safety.
That single slash,
Those dozens of heaven-piercing pillars of fire,
No one knew how many Nie Kingdom Shinigami had been engulfed and devoured by the flames.
The once densely packed Shinigami legion had, in the blink of an eye, been wiped clean across a vast area.
"If you wish to challenge the Soul Society…"
"…then it seems you are far too confident in yourselves!!"
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni swung his blazing blade, causing flames to flicker wildly and scorch the surrounding air.
The space around him twisted under the unbearable heat. Ripples spread through the void itself as the temperature of the surrounding area continued to rise.
On the ground, although the flames had begun to diminish, they still continued burning fiercely.
Within the dancing firelight, every gaze was filled with shock and reverence toward that terrifying attack.
"All of you, do not interfere. Leave this place to me alone!"
"Avoid getting caught in the crossfire!"
The aged voice echoed across the battlefield, now carrying an overbearing aura that rose ever higher.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni slowly began walking toward the center of the battlefield step by step.
And with each step he took, the hearts of the Nie Kingdom Shinigami tightened further.
Although there was only one enemy before them, this old man, barely taller than one and a half meters, radiated an incomparably terrifying pressure.
The eyes that had once remained half-closed were now fully open, releasing sharp and intimidating light.
"The old man himself wants to stretch his limbs for once!"
"With such a massive number of foreign Shinigami suddenly appearing, even the old man's heart must be pounding. That aged heart of his is trembling as well!"
"Of course. The Soul Society is his life itself."
Shunsui Kyōraku and the other Captain-class fighters quietly exchanged words, their eyes flickering.
They all understood.
This time, the Captain-Commander was truly enraged.
No matter the reason behind such an enormous army of Shinigami suddenly appearing within the Soul Society, it was enough to terrify anyone. A single mistake could even result in the destruction of the entire Soul Society.
The consequences would be unimaginably severe.
"All personnel in this world who have reached Captain-class strength…"
"…move out together and eliminate Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni!"
Taking a deep breath, Qingfeng drew his blade.
A violent burst of Reiatsu erupted from his body, piercing toward the heavens. At the same time, dozens of figures behind him also released their Reiatsu simultaneously.
The immense pressure surged upward like a tidal wave, causing half the sky to tremble.
"BANKAI!!"
In the next second, synchronized roars thundered across the battlefield, causing the pupils of the Soul Society side to contract sharply.
"There really are far too many Captain-class fighters among them…"
"Even if they've only barely mastered Bankai, the combined force of all those powers together is absolutely terrifying!"
The Captains spoke solemnly, their hearts growing increasingly heavy.
Seeing this scene, even Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's gaze sharpened as the blade in his hand vibrated with a hum.
"Bankai!"
"Zanka no Tachi!!"
At that moment, his pace suddenly accelerated.
A rapid series of footsteps echoed across the ground. In the blink of an eye, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni had already stepped into the sea of flames itself, bathed in fire as his overwhelming presence reached its peak.
"KILL!!"
Qingfeng let out a furious roar.
Lightning burst forth from his cyan Zanpakutō, dense currents of electricity coiling around the blade.
A lightning-type Zanpakutō,
Thunder roared!
The two sides abruptly surged forward, and in the next instant, their figures collided violently.
BOOM!!
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's Zanka no Tachi clashed directly against Qingfeng's thunderous blade.
A violent shockwave erupted outward as flames and lightning intertwined together, twisting into a spiraling storm that rose toward the heavens.
"No matter what methods you used to become these clumsy imitation Shinigami…"
"And no matter how you managed to enter the Soul Society…"
"You will all crawl back to where you came from!"
At that instant, the aged Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni released an incomparably overbearing aura, his gaze sharp to the extreme.
Qingfeng's pupils contracted.
The moment their blades collided, he felt an unimaginably heavy force along with the violent pressure surging toward him.
Strong.
Far too strong!
Their swords remained locked together for only a single breath before Qingfeng's body began trembling. His feet actually started sliding backward.
That sight shocked the Captain-class Nie Kingdom Shinigami rushing up behind him.
Within the Nie Kingdom, Qingfeng's strength was unquestionably among the top ranks. Although above him stood the Thirty-Six Venerables, famous Experts from various worlds, his own combat power was absolutely formidable.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Two breaths later, flames suddenly spread across Qingfeng's arm.
His expression changed drastically as Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni swung his blade downward.
Slash!!
Flames burst forth.
In that split second, Qingfeng's thunderous Zanpakutō fell to the ground,
Along with a severed arm trembling violently beside it.
One slash.
Just one slash had severed Qingfeng's arm.
"AAAAAAAH!!"
Qingfeng staggered backward, screaming in agony as his face twisted with pain.
On the ground, the severed arm holding the blade was instantly melted into vapor by the terrifying flames, disappearing completely.
Zanka no Tachi,
The Bankai of Ryūjin Jakka.
It was known as the strongest offensive blade in the Soul Society.
Roughly one thousand years ago, Yhwach, leader of the Wandenreich, had once battled against it and described it as a supreme flame sword capable of burning anything it struck into complete annihilation.
At its peak, the terrifying power of this blade was enough to gradually evaporate all moisture within the Soul Society itself.
"So this is all you amount to, boy?"
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's voice was low and heavy.
The aura surrounding him became increasingly vast, and the pressure weighing upon the Nie Kingdom forces grew even more terrifying.
By himself alone, he displayed the overwhelming might to suppress hundreds of thousands of Nie Kingdom Shinigami.
"KILL!!"
Qingfeng continued retreating, his face ugly and drenched in sweat, yet he still roared furiously.
Behind him, dozens of Captain-class Nie Kingdom Shinigami rapidly closed in.
They were the elite among elites, fearless soldiers who charged forward without concern for death, roaring loudly as they attacked Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni together.
The old man stepped forward once.
With a buzzing sound, he instantly appeared before the fastest charging enemy.
His free hand tightened into a fist.
Then, under the opponent's shocked gaze, he threw a punch.
"One Bone!"
The punch landed directly in the enemy's abdomen.
In an instant, the Shinigami vomited blood violently, his eyes bulging outward.
A moment later, his body blasted away like a cannonball, flying over a thousand meters.
Immediately afterward, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni casually swung the sword in his other hand behind him.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Flames exploded outward.
The sneaking Nie Kingdom Shinigami was engulfed instantly, the terrifying heat vaporizing him on the spot.
Then the old man moved like the wind itself.
His blade flashed repeatedly as he slew more than a dozen Captain-class enemies in succession, clean, efficient, and utterly overwhelming.
Meanwhile, even more Shinigami formed ranks and charged toward him from behind.
"Hadō Number 91: Senjū Kōten Taihō!"
"Bakudō Number 81: Dankū!"
"Black Coffin!"
One Kidō spell after another erupted from his free hand, crushing all approaching enemies.
In barely more than a dozen breaths of time, the old man single-handedly suppressed the entire battlefield.
Fifty-eight Captain-class fighters were slain.
Every single one of them killed instantly.
The Nie Kingdom Shinigami were finally overwhelmed with fear, their courage collapsing completely.
"A Shinigami…"
"…is not defined solely by their Zanpakutō!"
"You are not worthy of being called Shinigami."
"You are nothing more than puppets holding toy swords that merely resemble Zanpakutō!"
After eliminating all enemies before him, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni calmly faced the army of hundreds of thousands of Shinigami ahead and spoke indifferently.
Then,
Zanka no Tachi slowly rose once more in his hand.
Hundreds of thousands?
To him, they were merely numbers.
One slash would erase them all.
(End of Chapter)