Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Young people these days are really arrogant; they can even say things like that."

The burly man with the gold teeth had a ferocious and menacing smile, like some kind of evil spirit.

"Even I wouldn't have dared to say that back then."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Kentei Nagami, the first captain of the Ninth Division."

Are you ready to die?

Nairoku retorted, not to be outdone: "The outcome is still uncertain!"

Hisami Entei was stunned for a moment, then his smile became even more ferocious. He suddenly opened his thick palm, and a vast spiritual pressure surged down like a mountain torrent bursting its banks.

As if a signal had been given, dozens of powerful spiritual pressures erupted from the vast Seireitei, and huge pillars of light shot straight into the sky, clearing away the thick dark clouds.

The original captains were somewhat surprised by what they saw; the courage of these successors far exceeded their expectations.

Despite facing such adversity as hell on their side, they showed no despair; on the contrary, their fighting spirit was exceptionally high, a mindset far stronger than theirs had been before.

"Want to come at me together?"

"No, my Zanpakuto is not suitable for group battles. To prevent any accidents, I'd better go find other opponents."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hunched old man raised his foot, and the moment it landed, his figure disappeared from sight.

On the main battlefield, Hisamii Kentei had not yet had a chance to make a move.

Another figure emerged from behind, carrying a powerful spiritual pressure as it charged straight toward Naraku Sora, who was sitting on a plastic chair.

The crystal shimmered and sparkled in the sunlight, like some rare treasure.

When Naraku saw this person, he immediately laughed.

"Isn't this Takeda Ichika?"

"It's Takeda Satoki, you brat!"

Takeda Satoru let out a thunderous roar, and the crystals on his arms continued to multiply until they formed an armor that covered his entire body.

“I have returned from hell, and have been granted power by the will of hell. I have been reborn, and today I will kill you here to avenge my grievances.”

In the dead silence, a blinding light flashed across the sky, and a sharp, piercing collision sound rang out from the sudden aftershocks.

Countless crystal shards filled the wind, like a sudden blizzard.

Looking at the breathtaking scene before him, Hisami Ente couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Among the younger generation, there are many exceptionally talented individuals."

"Both their spiritual pressure and abilities give off an unstoppable sharpness!"

In an instant, Takeda Satoru rushed in front of Naraku Sora, indifferently raised his glass-colored Zanpakuto, and slashed downwards!

The sound of something cutting through the air was deafening, causing countless people to feel their hearts pound.

"go to hell!"

The face beneath the crystal was particularly ferocious. Seeing the fierce slash approaching, the figure sitting on the plastic chair still did not make any move. A hint of pleasure flashed in Takeda Satoru's eyes.

I was defeated by a younger player due to carelessness, but now I finally have a chance to wash away the shame.

This time, I will definitely not hold back in the slightest.

He severed his head completely in one go!

Just as the glass blade was about to make contact, an extremely terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from Naraku's body!

A massive pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through heaven and earth, instantly shattering the ground below and turning nearby buildings into dust, unable to withstand the intense impact.

The air emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and the high-density spiritual particles even formed visible twisted patterns, scattered to the left and right of Naraku Sora.

Takeda Satoki's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, he fell to the ground like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the ruins and raising a huge cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Hisami Ente and the others were stunned.

What is this?

First-class spiritual power?!

The burly man with the tattooed face wiped the sweat from his forehead, suddenly feeling the pressure increase: "Is this kid a monster?"

As the first captain, he knew very well what this level of spiritual pressure meant.

Even if we look at the entire history of Soul Society, and even the vast Hell, there are only a handful of beings with first-class spiritual power.

In Zenjoji Yubin's memory, it seemed that only Yamamoto Shigekuni, who once led the Gotei 13, was a monster of this level.

"It looks like we'll have to join forces."

The burly man with the gold teeth, Hisamichi Yantetsu, looked at the sweating Zenjouji Yubin beside him and said in a low voice:

"Shikatori, be careful in the upcoming battle."

The girl with the slender branches and abundant fruit nodded solemnly, but a fleeting excitement in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

As members of an assassin group that "carries the name of the Gotei 13 but carries out acts of killing," a love of fighting is an unavoidable trait of every first captain.

The same applies to Shikato Hakunsai, the first captain of the Eighth Division.

goo-dong-

Amidst the ruins, Takeda Satoru stared in horror at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar figure, completely stunned.

An absurd idea subconsciously popped into his mind.

Is one day in Hell equivalent to one year in Soul Society?

He may seem to have died not long ago, but in reality, more than a thousand years have passed?

Otherwise, how can this exaggerated spiritual pressure be explained?!

Despite his immense fear, he gritted his teeth and overcame it, figuring that as a culprit, he would never die.

Even if we can't defeat him, we'll still take a piece of his flesh!

With a swift step, Takeda Satoshi launched another suicidal charge into the sky.

However, Naraku simply stretched out his arms, his muscles and bones making a sound like steel rubbing together, and his ultimate power erupted from his body.

One bone!

Takeda Satoru's features contorted as he watched the fist magnify infinitely in his vision, instantly replacing the entire world.

At this moment, he actually felt a terrifying pressure from Naraku Sora, similar to the will of hell!

boom!!

With a smile, Naraku unleashed a punch without hesitation, causing the surrounding air to explode with a deafening roar, like thunder that echoed across the sky.

It landed with a single blow.

Its crystal-like body exploded completely, turning into countless tiny fragments that drifted and scattered like snowflakes.

Exceptionally beautiful.

Chapter 270 won't waste too much of your time.

Gazing at the crystal snowflakes fluttering in the sky, the first captains fell silent, a look of undisguised horror flashing in their eyes.

What kind of power is this?!

With just one punch, he completely destroyed a Death God captain who wasn't weak.

Moreover, the style of that punch seemed familiar; even from a great distance, one could still feel the intense heat it contained.

It's like an active volcano about to erupt.

It's terrifying.

In the original plan, as the first captains of the Gotei 13, they would be greeted with a wave of fear the moment they returned from hell.

The younger Shinigami looked at them with a mixture of fear and longing.

They, on the other hand, silently enjoyed the glory that came with the past.

The plan can't keep up with the changes.

Naraku, one of their targets, shattered their illusions with a single punch, forging an unexpected path.

This seems a bit too unexpected.

What was once thought to be a sure thing now seems less certain than it actually is.

Hisami Ente took a deep breath. His neat, golden teeth did look somewhat similar to Mayuri Kurotsuchi's, but his spiritual pressure was far superior.

"Get ready to attack together."

A heavy spiritual pressure filled the air, making it increasingly viscous. Just as he was about to launch an attack on Naraku, a hurricane suddenly rose from the ground below.

The pale blue, materialized spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, and the raging hurricane seemed to contain countless wind blades, sharply slicing through the surging spiritual pressure.

"I'm sorry, Hisami-senpai, this road is blocked."

A resolute man with a strong, muscular build and silver hair, wearing a sleeveless captain's haori, appeared on the battlefield, looking solemnly at the crowd ahead:

"I am Kensei Muguruma, the captain of the Ninth Division."

"It's not my style to let Naraku Prison Commander face the enemy alone, so your opponent is me."

Hisami Ente was stunned for a moment. The pressure from Naraku had been so strong that he had momentarily forgotten that there were other captains present.

From this perspective, it seems that joining forces to deal with that guy won't be an easy task.

"Squad Nine?"

"It seems you're the one who's going to take over my position. That's fine. Let me see if you're qualified to be the captain."

Kensei Rokuhara's expression was serious:

"Don't worry, it won't waste too much of your time."

Hisameni Ente grinned, revealing a cruel smile, and drew his Zanpakuto, charging straight ahead with a heavy trail of spiritual pressure.

Both were physics majors, so they clashed fiercely as soon as they met.

The short sword and the heavy mace clashed violently, sparking countless dazzling sparks. A hurricane swirled around them, creating visible shockwaves.