Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"If we drink it, this guy is the Captain-Commander of the 13th Division of the Death God, the recognized strongest. If he doesn't use some tricks, we'll be dead in one move."

Gojo Satoru was somewhat skeptical.

But the next moment.

boom--!!

The oppressive and terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly exploded!

A powerful, crimson spiritual pressure, like molten lava, swept across the entire wasteland. It wasn't a violent rampage, but an absolute crushing force!

The cracked rubble on the ground was instantly scorched into ashes by the high temperature and spiritual pressure. The sparse spiritual particles around it spontaneously combusted, the air twisted and became scorching hot, and the entire gray wilderness was instantly dyed into a crimson inferno.

He ignited the entire world with just his spiritual pressure.

"It's been a long time, Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

Urahara deeply respected Yamamoto, but despite his unconventional personality, he always maintained proper decorum when facing the highest-ranking official in Soul Society.

"I came back this time to expose Aizen's conspiracy."

Yamamoto stared at Urahara Kisuke.

In the original work, Kisuke Urahara secretly assisted Ichigo in breaking into the Seireitei. Yamamoto knew that Urahara's purpose was to expose Aizen, so he did not actively attack him.

Mainly, he also believed that Kisuke Urahara was not the kind of person who would kill his comrades.

But... this time, with five captains missing and their fates unknown, even if he trusted Urahara completely, he couldn't convince himself otherwise.

"Mr. Yamamoto..."

As soon as Yang Bo called out the other person's name, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and the name of a beast automatically popped into his mind.

"Ahem, all five captains are fine. However, I need to use them for a while. I will release them after I resolve the issues with Aizen and Hueco Mundo."

Who are you?

"A businessman."

"Teleportation"

Yang Bo appeared before Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, but Yamamoto showed no emotion whatsoever, simply looking at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.

Take out the jar containing Kyoraku Shunsui.

"How about I trade him for a chance for Urahara Kisuke to fight Aizen?"

"I can leave you all here."

"Oh? I don't believe it. Forget about them, if you can keep me here, I'll not only return all the previous Grim Reapers to you, but also make everyone surrender. In addition, I will tell you everything I know. How about it, Lord Yamamoto? Why don't you try it with me?"

Yang Bo put the bottle containing Kyoraku Shunsui into his backpack.

To be fair, Kyoraku Shunsui is incredibly powerful, and his Bankai is overpowered, but can you believe that his miraculous drop was a women's kimono?!

If it weren't for the fact that he had a high probability of dropping small spiritual crystals, Yang Bo would have liked to stuff him into a cesspool and soak him for a few days.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's eyes, which had weathered two thousand years of trials, darkened slightly.

There was no raging anger in his eyes, only a detached indifference as if declaring the dust had settled.

"Arrogant people of this world."

The moment the aged voice landed, the entire crimson inferno-like spiritual pressure suddenly contracted.

Gojo Satoru became even more cautious, locking down the surrounding space, spiritual particles, and air temperature entirely with the opponent's will.

Pure hierarchical suppression.

"Boss, don't provoke him."

Kisuke Urahara knew that Yang Bo could be resurrected, but the other party was none other than Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

Yang Bo didn't speak, but just stared at Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni with a half-smile.

"You bet I can't keep you here?"

Yamamoto's gaze locked onto Yang Bo:

"Then I will grant your wish."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his withered right hand, his palm slightly open.

In an instant—

hum! ! !

All the remaining spiritual particles in the world ignited instantly, and wisps of crimson flames were born from the void, coiling around his palm.

That is the original fire of Ryujin Jakka, powerful enough to burn away the years and obliterate all things.

"So slow!"

Yang Bo walked straight up and bumped into the old man's palm.

Nourishes—

The instant it came into contact with the flame.

His body instantly vaporized into a cloud of white smoke.

Chapter 244 Battle against Aizen

"grown ups!!"

Tanjiro broke down the moment he saw Yang Bo turn into white smoke, his eyes turning bloodshot as he drew his Zanpakuto from his waist.

"Rise, Xi Yang Wan!"

The flames rose like molten gold at sunset. Although they were both flames, like those of old man Yamamoto, the feeling they gave was completely different.

Tanjiro's flames are like the morning sun, gentle yet full of vitality.

Yamamoto, who was initially surprised that Yang Bo would be 'instantly killed', turned his gaze to Tanjiro. When he felt the special spiritual pressure emanating from Tanjiro, he was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, a glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

“Urahara Kisuke, release Kyoraku Shunsui and the others, but leave this young man behind. I will release you.”

Kisuke Urahara glanced at Tanjiro and suddenly smiled: "Captain-Commander Yamamoto, you haven't won yet. Isn't it a bit early to say that now?"

He had barely finished speaking.

Yang Bo, who had just turned into white smoke, reappeared in front of Yamamoto.

"How domineering, Lord Yamamoto!"

He took out a bottle of "fire-resistant potion," drank it, and casually tossed the glass bottle back into his backpack.

"I already said, you can't keep me here."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni looked at Yang Bo, who had an infuriatingly smug expression:

'The other party has clearly already…'

wrong!

He couldn't see through the other person at all, and couldn't even tell if the other person was alive.

He raised the rough wooden staff in his hand, and in an instant, the ordinary-looking staff transformed into an ordinary-looking katana.

The hilt bears the inscription "Dongfa Shuozi".

hum-

The scorching red flames flowed slowly along the blade, causing the air in the entire wasteland to suddenly distort and heat up.

"All things return to ashes. Flowing Blade Like Fire!"

The moment the words of liberation were uttered.

A towering wave of fire erupted from the blade, transforming into a massive wall of fire that stretched across the wilderness, sealing off the entire space.

"The city walls were burned down"

A giant circular wall of fire rises, forming a sealed fire prison. Enemies who try to break through will be chased and burned by the flames.

After unleashing such an attack, Yamamoto stared intently at the wall of fire.

A hand reached out from the flames, lifting the wall of fire, which was thousands of degrees hot, as if lifting a curtain.

"Sorry, flames are no longer effective against me."

Yang Bo emerged unharmed from the wall of flames, his thin clothes completely undamaged, and he now held a paper battle token in his hand.

"You've tried twice already, do you want to try again?"

Throughout Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's thousand-year military career, no one had ever been able to deflect his Ryujin Jakka with their bare hands.

Even a captain-level powerhouse, once he enters the Fire-Burning City, can only be continuously burned, his spiritual pressure depleted, and he will eventually turn to ashes.

"Ridiculous... You think my Ryujin Jakka only has temperature?"

boom!!

The moment the words left his mouth, the flames in all directions suddenly stopped erupting and burning.

All the crimson flames instantly converged, compressed, and solidified.

The original sea of ​​fire transformed into an extremely condensed, dark red fire blade that could not be seen.

"If you survive, then... I admit I can't keep you here."

Yamamoto slowly raised his katana horizontally. The blade was a deep, restrained crimson, without any flashy flames. Yet, it felt a hundred times more terrifying to Yang Bo than the sea of ​​fire from before.

Slay him!

His figure vanished from the spot without a sound, without warning, and without any spiritual pressure fluctuations.

The next instant, the crimson blade was already pressed against Yang Bo's brow!

A single, perfectly condensed, deadly strike that ignores physics and temperature.

Before Yang Bo could react, the Flowing Blade Fire had already passed through his body, rendering the combat token that could block physical attacks ineffective.

This attack has a "shield-breaking" effect.