Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The shockwave transformed into a torrent, spreading outwards from the center of the collision, creating astonishing concentric rings of air that covered an area of ​​tens of kilometers.

The ground beneath their feet crumbled and collapsed in an instant.

In a scene resembling the end of the world, a figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, carving a scorched trench several meters in diameter in the ground, and finally crashing into half of a mountain with a loud bang.

At the epicenter of the collision, amidst the swirling dust, a massive lava field was revealed.

Hyosube Ichibei stood there, staring blankly at the slash that almost spanned half of his body.

He grinned as he experienced a pain he hadn't felt in countless years.

"So, what is the price?"

Chapter 193 Guardians and Those Protected

When Senjumaru arrived at Zero-ban Rido Hall, he was greeted by a scene of utter devastation.

As the strongest being in the Zero Division, a special life form from a million years ago, Hyosube Ichibei stood in a sunken lava basin, with countless cracks spreading from his feet, covering an area of ​​several kilometers.

On his burly, heavy body, a gruesome slash extended from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.

Although it's not very profound, it already tells a lot.

The monk is injured!

This caused Senjumaru, who was originally preparing to face Hyoninbe Ichibei, to freeze in place, his eyelashes fluttering and his eyes filled with confusion.

Are you sure it wasn't someone else impersonating Naraku Sora's spiritual pressure?

In the distance, the mountain of rubble collapsed with a deafening roar, and a mangled figure stepped out from the billowing dust, its posture contorted, with large areas of its bones shattered.

No matter what, Hyosube Ichibei is a superhuman who surpasses even the Grim Reaper species. To be able to withstand the opponent's attacks without dying is already incredibly strong.

Naraku Sora grabbed his twisted left arm and, with a tooth-grinding creak, forcibly straightened it.

What is undeniable is that it all happened in such a short time.

The gruesome wounds all over his body had stopped bleeding, and the muscle fibers were wriggling like living things, healing at an incredible speed.

Super-fast regeneration!

Nimaiya Oetsu landed at the edge of the battlefield, glanced at Hyoninbe Ichibei, then at Naraku Sora who was recovering rapidly, blinked his eyes behind his sunglasses, and showed a surprised expression.

This kid is a monster.

This level of super-fast regeneration is something even some autonomous Hollows might not be able to match; it can only be described as terrifying.

Just as Nimaiya Oetsu was about to speak, he noticed the monk's expression out of the corner of his eye. He seemed to suddenly understand something, and with a smirk, he stepped behind the others.

In just a few breaths, his terrible injuries had mostly healed, and his spiritual pressure flames blazed up again, with pillars of fire shooting into the sky and turning it crimson.

Like the sunset glow, it bathed the entire Lingfanli Palace in color.

As Naraku Sora walked towards him step by step again, Hyosube Ichibei reached out and wiped the slash mark. The bloodstain disappeared, and the cracked skin healed instantly.

It's even more exaggerated than super-fast regeneration.

"It must be admitted that Yamamoto Shigekuni produced a good disciple."

"I underestimated you, but the more I underestimate you, the less I can let you continue to grow, unless you agree to the previous request."

Naraku grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, showing no sign of discouragement or despair.

Even though the disparity in strength between them is so great that there is no chance of victory, how can we know the outcome if we go all out?

There is no way to admit defeat before one has completely collapsed.

Not only to avoid sitting on that golden toilet, but also to prevent Aizen from going back down that predetermined path.

Since countless things have already changed under the flapping of his butterfly wings, what harm would one more do?

Just as the resounding buzzing sound rang out, the monk clasped his hands together, and several pillars of light formed from spiritual particles appeared and shot out, followed by thick chains radiating golden light.

Binding Spell, Chapter Sixty-Two: The Hundred-Step Balustrade!

Binding Techniques, Chapter Sixty-Three: Chain Binding!

As the pinnacle of existence, Hyosube Ichibei's basic combat skills have reached their peak, making them unattainable for other Shinigami.

Even advanced Ghost Path techniques can be easily released without any pre-cast animation.

As the two binding spells descended simultaneously, binding Naraku the moment they were about to be imprisoned, a violent spiritual pressure erupted once more, and the fierce slash instantly shattered the Hundred Steps Barrier and the chain bindings.

Countless fragments of spirit particles scattered in the air.

Just then, Hyosugu Ichibei grinned, revealing a triumphant smile, and opened his clasped hands, revealing a huge calligraphy brush that appeared out of thin air in his palms.

Admittedly, no Grim Reaper has ever reached such heights at Naraku Sora's age, but as someone who has been through it, such an arrogant attitude is absolutely unacceptable.

Young people shouldn't be so hot-blooded!

The enormous writing brush slashed down vertically towards the figure in front of it.

In an instant, a sound like tearing silk rang out in the air, and black ink dots fell like rain.

Strangely, what should have been a fatal blow caused no damage whatsoever; instead, thick ink stains stained Naraku Sora's muscular body.

"That's it, empty."

Hyoninbe Ichibei grinned as he looked at the boy whose expression had changed slightly:

"This sword is called Ichimonji. It existed for countless years before the concept of Zanpakuto even appeared."

"As the God of Swords, Wang Yue referenced the abilities of Ichimonji before creating his Zanpakuto."

"Kill the name, but not the flesh."

"Anything that is attacked by this brush will have half of its name cut off, which means it will lose half of its power."

"How are you feeling? Is the feeling of weakness in your body extremely painful?"

Naraku Sora stood still, instinctively tightening his grip on his Zanpakuto, only to discover that his knuckles had turned white.

The sudden feeling of powerlessness made him think he couldn't even grip the knife handle.

However, in reality, they never relaxed their efforts from beginning to end.

It means that half of its power has been truly removed.

Even at their peak, they couldn't beat their opponent; now that they're down to half their strength, the outcome seems predetermined.

At this stage, challenging the big boss of the Zero Division is still too much of a stretch; the two sides' true strengths are simply not on the same level.

There was a saying among the higher-ups in Soul Society that the Zero Division was stronger than the combined strength of the Gotei 13.

However, this statement is clearly wrong.

In fact, the strength of Hyosube Ichibei alone exceeds the combined strength of the remaining members of the Zero Division and the Gotei 13.

The power hierarchy is so vast that numbers are meaningless in its presence.

Is this the end?

Naraku Sora grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. A materialized black spiritual pressure clung to his body, radiating a chilling power.

The solidified spiritual pressure continued to spread, enveloping the blade and giving it a jet-black appearance.

But then, a crack resembling magma appeared on it, and the dormant aura suddenly erupted.

"Although it's impossible to completely liberate them."

"But during the repeated beatings, I also figured out a trick: by using the enhancement of etherealization, I could briefly break through the existing limits of my soul."

"Then, with great difficulty, we reached that realm that would be recorded in history."

As soon as he finished speaking, golden-red cracks spread across the blade, and jet-black branches grew from the body of the blade, extending outwards and intertwining.

A crimson hue, like that of an abyss, fell upon the center of the blade, radiating a distorted glow.

The surrounding air began to distort, causing its body to take on a blurry shape.

This is a performance that is difficult to control.

Naraku Sora rushed into the sky, gripping the twisted giant blade. His arms were bulging with muscles, all his power flowing into them, and his joints made a dull, metallic scraping sound.

His cold gaze was fixed on what lay below.

Upon seeing this, Hyobu Ichibei's eyes lit up, and he raised his brush, ready to fight back.

The ability to have no name at all.

Even when Naraku revealed his full power to him, the monk still couldn't see his true name, and could only sense the terrifying power that seemed to be fighting against the world.

The broad blade rose, and with a ferocious smile, it slashed downwards.

next moment.

The world seemed to be muted, all sounds were silenced, and a surge of dark light fell, instantly turning the earth into a raging ocean, suddenly creating layers upon layers of ripples.

A dazzling burst of light shot up from the ground, and a menacing mushroom cloud slowly bloomed amidst the sweeping storm.

Endless light and heat relentlessly devoured everything in sight.

Aizen and Jushiro Ukitake arrived late at the edge of the Zero Division's residence.

Because they used the same mode of transportation between the Zero-Fan Palace and the palace, the two of them arrived a little slower than Senjumaru and Nimaiya Oetsu.

But this also led to witnessing the birth of destruction.

A familiar figure stood in the sky, beneath the inverted sea of ​​fire, and unleashed a final strike, like a meteorite falling from the heavens, trailing a burning tail of flames.

Then, without any mercy, it pierced through the earth beneath its feet!

Most of the Lingfan Palace was reduced to ruins, and even the huge disc-shaped building was blasted down and fell into the blue sky below.

Naraku's body could not withstand this power, causing his bones and flesh to creak and groan under the strain, and extreme pain ravaged his nerves.

But he seemed unaffected, letting the super-fast regeneration continue while keeping his eyes fixed on the ever-spreading smoke.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be considered a complete Bankai; at most, it is only half of what was released.

Because even Naraku Sora couldn't utter his real name.

Even so, it still demonstrated a destructive power far exceeding that of the past.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, clearing away the dust, and the monk's imposing figure appeared in everyone's sight.