Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

A terrifying surge of spiritual pressure swept across the landscape, like a giant wielding an iron plow, arbitrarily altering the terrain of the back mountain.

A sea of ​​fire raged, ferocious and violent.

Looking at the utterly useless Matsubara, Yamamoto felt a pang of regret. The techniques that could easily kill a typical Shinigami captain were no longer a threat to Naraku.

This kid is growing up way too fast.

but!

Too much rigidity leads to breakage.

Such talent will inevitably lead to arrogance and a loss of one's true self.

Take, for example, the recent incident of trespassing into the "Infernal Affairs" (a place of iniquity).

We must suppress it as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if they dare to go to the Underworld today, they might slaughter the Underground Council tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto grinned, his spiritual pressure building up, and the surrounding space visibly distorted.

boom!!

A terrifying pillar of golden-red fire shot into the sky, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The suffocating pressure instantly fell on Naraku, immediately slowing down his forward movements and even slowing down the speed at which he raised his sword.

"Young man, I am not so old that I cannot teach my disciples."

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully, this is what Yuanliu is all about!"

Chapter 218 My Blade Has Never Been Sharp

Looking at that tall figure standing amidst the raging inferno, though not tall, its imposing presence was overwhelming.

Naraku Sora felt as if he were facing the entire world head-on.

Even the depths of his soul trembled slightly, and his body tensed up instinctively, almost unleashing power he shouldn't have.

This is an instinctive reaction when faced with a threat to one's life.

Although he acted somewhat recklessly in battle, he was still able to discern the appropriate situation.

Right now, we're just going all out; at worst, we'll get a severe beating.

However, if we were to extract the ethereal element, it wouldn't be something that could be explained simply by three cuts and six holes.

Perhaps the one who struck him back then wouldn't have been Ryujin Jakka.

Naraku Sora took a deep breath, feeling the pervasive tremor and excitement deep within his soul. He forcibly controlled his tense body and slowly relaxed it, emitting a sharp grinding sound from his joints.

Like steel clashing.

The spiritual pressure exploded to its limit, transforming into a pillar of light that raged wildly.

next second.

Countless black and red intertwined lightning bolts appeared around Naraku, expanding outwards towards the battlefield and soaring into the sky, tearing large circular holes into the sea of ​​fire hanging overhead.

Full power, Black Flash!

Naraku Sora unleashed his strongest attack yet in his normal state, grinning as he swung his Zanpakuto, wreathed in lightning and fire, forward.

Faced with a slash powerful enough to distort space, Yamamoto showed no intention of backing down, instead meeting it head-on without flinching.

Although he was well aware of the power of this move.

However, if a teacher who is instructing his students backs down at this moment, it will be difficult to carry out the subsequent education.

It's still pine torches.

However, unlike before, its power has increased several times or even dozens of times.

At this moment, although he had not yet used Bankai and was unwilling to admit it, Yamamoto had already treated the grinning traitor as an opponent of equal strength.

The air was filled with an indescribable heat, and the dryness felt as if it were setting one's internal organs on fire.

next second.

A fiery tornado, several times more violent than before, roared out, cracking the ground and creating a deafening roar, like divine punishment, sweeping across the battlefield within a radius of several thousand meters.

The entire back mountain was engulfed in flames!

The interplay of flames and black and red lightning around them reflected a pure, fierce light in each other's pupils, and with a wide grin, the master and disciple's expressions were remarkably identical.

Twisted and ferocious.

The next second, their moves collided violently.

The heavens and earth fell silent!

A brief silence fell over the vast battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar resounded throughout the barracks, even reaching beyond the barracks and spreading further into the Seireitei.

Above the sky, tornadoes roared, fiery walls contracted, and countless deep ravines appeared densely, intersecting with each other.

Looking at the black light that had been extinguished, Narakuku subconsciously hissed and felt a surge of restlessness within his internal organs.

Facts have proved that ginger is still spicy.

But to admit defeat now would not be in his style.

Fortunately, the Demonic Path Barrier had already been set up at the edge of the back mountain. With Chojiro Sasaki and Genjiro Oki working together, they were able to contain the aftershocks within the back mountain area.

Naraku grinned, his eyes bloodshot, a barely perceptible glint of gold flashing in his pupils, and his burly arms suddenly bulged.

With this movement, a dull grinding sound of bones grinding together suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, arcs of black and red electricity suddenly spilled from between his fingers, extending to his Zanpakuto, and his spiritual pressure soared to its peak.

Dark branches grew and spread across the blade, leaping like lightning.

The originally slender blade became incredibly exaggerated at this moment, radiating a terrifying aura that distorted space.

Gazing at the increasingly ferocious figure, Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, gripping Ryujin Jakka's hand even tighter, a hint of doubt flashing across his face.

This kid has mastered Bankai?

The moment the thought popped into his head, Yamamoto instinctively knew something was wrong.

If this kid dares to go crazy like this now, wouldn't he be able to ascend to heaven if he really mastered Bankai?

If things continue like this, before that bastard Yhwach even wakes up, Yamamoto Shigekuni will be the first to die, driven to his death by that treacherous disciple.

No, we have to teach this kid a lesson.

Let him keep quiet for at least a few decades.

Thinking of this, a golden-red light appeared in Yamamoto's eyes, and the sea of ​​fire that covered the entire back mountain began to recede, as if it had acquired self-awareness, disappearing little by little.

The intense spiritual pressure surged once more, as if he had transformed into a fire god from mythology, with scorching air currents rushing around him.

The flames on the longsword in his hand gradually faded, as if all its sharpness had dissipated.

The next instant.

The slender blade clashed against the thick, heavy sword.

The concept of time seemed to be erased at this moment, the world came to a standstill, even the sweeping foehn winds disappeared, and the air stopped flowing.

The once azure sky was now clearly divided into two distinct forces, which erupted almost simultaneously, transforming into shockwaves visible to the naked eye.

boom--!!

The towering explosion created a mushroom cloud that covered thousands of meters, and heat waves formed layers of rings that burst and spread in all directions.

The aftershocks struck a distant peak, causing it to collapse completely in an instant.

Countless thick columns of dust and smoke shot up to the sky, turning into a thick fog that fell and blocked out the sun.

After a brief standoff, the sound of shattering rang out from the blade. Naraku Sora's lips twitched as he watched Yamamoto's sinister grin draw ever closer.

Until the final impact erupted, he burst out of the smoke like a meteor, streaking across the sky, crashing into several buildings before being buried in the swirling dust.

The ground within a radius of several hundred meters was trembling violently.

Yamamoto pressed his advantage, striking while the iron was hot. With a flash, he rushed into the billowing dust, grabbed a fist the size of a casserole dish, and unleashed a powerful punch.

Kuchiki Hibiki's prized killing move is no different from a normal attack in his hands.

With a simple, unadorned blow, the person who tried to struggle immediately went black and lost consciousness.

Even super-fast regeneration is ineffective against an iron fist filled with love.

Looking at the figure in the deep pit, a trace of melancholy flashed across Yamamoto's aged face.

The rebellious disciple has grown up, but why does he suddenly feel like he's been left behind by the tide of the times?

Is it just an illusion?

Yamamoto looked down at the charred longsword in his hand, shook his head, and stopped worrying about those minor details.

Right now, there are more important things waiting for him to confirm.

……

……

Naraku recovered quickly. Even though Yamamoto punched him repeatedly, delivering an attack powerful enough to kill an average squadron leader on the spot, it only displaced his internal organs.

For someone with super-fast regeneration like him, it was just a minor injury.

Insignificant.

His all-out battle with Yamamoto made him realize his biggest weakness.

That is spiritual pressure.

He seems to have amazing abilities, capable of destroying the world at will, and even going head-to-head with the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

But ultimately, he was only at the second level of spiritual power.

Fortunately, the sky is endless.

Although he was severely beaten, Yamamoto did not confiscate the spoils he had retrieved from the underworld.