Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue, who was being held tightly by Nilu, was enjoying himself.

That skill level that could easily defeat Yoruichi was now unable to break free from Nel's embrace.

Shen Jue let himself be tightly enveloped by that soft warmth, as if he were drowning in a weightless cloud, and even his breathing became long and enjoyable.

"Ugh..." Shen Jue let out a muffled groan as his cheek was pressed against that amazing softness.

Instead of struggling at all, he narrowed his eyes slightly and even quietly adjusted his position to bury himself deeper, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

Aizen could only watch helplessly as Shen Jue secretly enjoyed himself; he didn't find being suppressed by his subordinates like this to be a pleasant experience.

"Hey! Hey! Lady Nilu! Please release Lady Shen Jue immediately!"

"That's so rude! So rude!"

Two anxious figures, Pessé and Dondochaka, were desperately tugging at Nel's clothes and skirt, trying to pull their lord, who had completely forgotten himself, away.

Their faces flushed red, and they gripped Nil's gray-green clothes tightly with both hands, their bodies leaning backward, almost as if they were being suspended in mid-air.

Yet it remained completely unmoved, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Leave me alone! I want to get close to Lord Shen Jue!"

Nilu showed no sign of letting go; instead, she hugged him even tighter, rubbing her cheek against Shen Jue's head, her two signature rose-colored facial lines seemingly flushed with happiness.

Her immense spiritual pressure, accompanied by joy, was released without reservation, causing the surrounding sand to tremble slightly.

Pessie was on the verge of tears, grabbing Nilu's sleeves and shouting, "This will be misunderstood! Lord Shen Jue will take it as a provocation! Let go!"

Tangduochaka chimed in, tugging hard at Nilu's skirt: "Exactly! And Lord Shen Jue looks like he's suffocating!"

Caught in the middle, Shen Jue saw that although the two were pulling on Nilu, they weren't using too much force.

Shen Jue nodded to himself, inwardly praising the two adjutants for being so sensible.

Since Shen Jue unified Hueco Mundo and became the King of Hueco Mundo, he established the rule that Arrancar and Hollows in Las Noches must not fight each other.

Nel, who had completed her Arrancar transformation on her own, regarded Shen Jue as the most innocent, kind, and dearest Lord Shen Jue.

Whenever I see Shen Jue, I have to give him a big hug.

Shen Jue did not suffocate; instead, he let out an almost inaudible sigh of pleasure in Nilu's dense and soft embrace.

After sensing the approaching waves of numerous Hollowfied Arrancar, Shen Jue gently pushed Nel away with satisfaction.

Nilu retreated without any resistance, looking at Shen Jue with pitiful eyes.

Shen Jue smiled slightly and said, "Don't rush, let's start the meeting first, Nilu."

"Oh, Lord Shen Jue." Nel nodded repeatedly in response, while her two adjutants knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, and dared not look at Shen Jue and Aizen.

Hueco Mundo - The Palace of the King.

Shen Jue entered the hall that symbolized the highest power in Hueco Mundo.

Nilu obediently followed behind Shen Jue.

The massive white stone pillars within the royal palace stood like the skeletons of ancient beasts, supporting this desolate and cold realm.

A heavy sense of oppression filled the air—it was the pressure emanating from Shen Jue's spiritual pressure.

Ten Hollowfied Arrancars, the most powerful warriors in Hueco Mundo, are currently positioned on either side of the long staircase leading to the throne.

They were like pilgrims, heads bowed, their sharp edges concealed.

Stark's languid eyes now expressed deep respect for Shen Jue.

Barragan's decaying aura, a symbol of aging, was forcibly suppressed, and the former Hueco Mundo king's skeletal face forced a smile as he looked at Shen Jue.

Tia Heribel, with her blonde hair and brown skin, calmly gazed at Shen Jue with her emerald green eyes. She glanced at Nilu behind Shen Jue several times.

Ulquiorra, dressed in a shirt embroidered with the clothing of anime girls, waited for Shen Jue with a blank and empty gaze.

Little Wu's emerald green eyes seemed lifeless, as if she didn't care about what was about to happen.

Nnoitra, Grimmjow, and the other Hollows remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.

The entire Hueco Mundo was plunged into absolute silence; even breathing was barely audible.

All eyes were focused on Shen Jue in the corridor.

Shen Jue walked out of the darkness outside the corridor against the light.

He was dressed in a tattered 10th Division Captain's Hagoromo, but he didn't care at all.

Every step Shen Jue took down the corridor sent shivers down the spines of all the Hollows present.

Shen Jue stepped forward, and with each step, spiderweb-like black cracks appeared on the white marble floor beneath his feet, as if even this palace made of spiritual particles could not withstand his presence.

Against the backdrop of the pristine white environment of the royal palace, Shen Jue's face appeared almost otherworldly handsome.

Those deep eyes were like two pitch-black ancient wells, reflecting no light, only endless terror.

Shen Jue stopped in the middle of the corridor, his gaze slowly sweeping over the members of the Ten Blades on both sides.

All the Espada members, consisting of Arrancar and Hollows, have gathered here.

Wherever Shen Jue's gaze fell, even Stark and Ulquiorra, who were Vasto Lorde-class Hollows, felt a sharp pain deep in their souls.

Grimmjow's fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably, a fear stemming from his destructive instincts and the fear of a higher being.

Shen Jue slowly raised his right hand, which was so pale under the white light that it was devoid of any color. His slender fingers were like the sculpted works of art.

Shen Jue did not clench her fist, but simply casually inserted her fingers into her dark hair and then gently combed it back.

This simple movement, even carrying a touch of nonchalant elegance, instantly tensed the air in the entire Hueco Mundo.

The moment Shen Jue's fingers brushed against the ends of her hair, a sudden change occurred.

"Buzz!"

A buzzing sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul, resounded throughout the entire space.

Centered on Shen Jue, a jet-black ring of ripples suddenly spread outwards.

That wasn't the spiritual pressure of the Grim Reaper, but a more fundamental distortion of the rules of the world.

Wherever the ripples passed, space shattered like a mirror, revealing the bottomless void behind them.

The Espada instinctively took a step back, their proud steel armor groaning under the strain of this force.

Shen Jue's hair stood on end by an invisible force, transforming into a wild and untamed form.

His face began to undergo a strange change; black lines, like ancient totems, appeared on his pale skin, spreading from the corners of his eyes to his jaw.

His eyes turned completely pure gold, and his pupils shrank into thin vertical lines, radiating a chillingly fierce light.

Most horrifyingly, a pitch-black crack slowly opened in the center of Shen Jue's forehead, from which a pale and twisted illusory mask emerged, blending perfectly with his face, appearing both sacred and evil.

To blur or obscure.