Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Although it feels nice, I, Kong, am not the kind of person who would covet beauty."

Naraku Sora said with a serious expression:

You've mistaken the person for someone else.

"If you don't tell the truth, I'm going to take action."

Lu Qubaiyunzhai was taken aback, a look of astonishment appearing on his face:

"What...are you talking about?"

"You are also a holder of the Holy Letter D?"

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Even after rigorous training, Lu Qubaiyunzhai found that he still couldn't keep up with the other person's unpredictable thought process, and couldn't even keep up with simple conversations.

"Forget it, there's nothing more to say to you."

The moment he finished speaking, he lightly snapped his fingers.

The heavy spiritual pressure settled like an abyss, and dark patterns emerged from the shadow beneath his feet, instantly enveloping Shikatori Hakunsai. Countless blades of light burst forth from the darkness, wantonly slicing through his proud body.

Hakata no 90: The Black Coffin.

After the battle with Aizen in Hueco Mundo, Naraku Sora discovered that the black coffin was indeed very stylish.

Moreover, it combines destruction and restraint in one, and its activation speed is also very fast, making it a perfect Kido.

From the moment the other appeared until he got close, my attention was focused on his hands and Zanpakuto.

In this situation, the Ghost Path undoubtedly becomes the best means of attack.

boom!

An arc-shaped sword pressure erupted, instantly tearing open the black coffin. A slightly disheveled figure rushed out and instantly flashed to the rooftop beside it.

"Nai failed?!"

Saito, who is immortal, arrived just in time and was surprised to see the battle that had suddenly broken out.

"Why did you attack Ba Yunzhai? Is the rumor of his betrayal of Soul Society true?"

Hearing this, Naraku Sora sighed:

"It's not up to counterfeiters to say such things."

"One isn't enough, let's have two, that would be more convincing, right?"

Upon hearing this, Saito's immortal expression immediately changed, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Strands of spiritual pressure coiled around her petite body, and her blood-red killing intent almost solidified.

“I told you long ago, such a low-level trick couldn’t fool you, but they insisted on trying.”

"We were exposed before we even got close, which made us look like clowns."

Lu Qubaiyunzhai looked very sad, pressing his slender hands in front of him, and whispered:

"Mr. Naraku, do you really not believe me?"

"Stop being so horny, you stupid woman."

Saito suddenly drew his sword, a look of disgust on his face. "Before the Gotei 13 can react, let's take this guy down first."

The moment the words fell, a sharp slash tore through the sky, heading straight for Nairoku's head.

"There's absolutely no sincerity involved."

Naraku Sora dodged to the side and shook his head dismissively.

"Although we haven't known each other for long, the real Baiyunzhai is not a despicable woman like you. Even when faced with someone she admires, she will only bury that affection in her heart."

Just as he was speaking, Shikatori Hakunsai lightly touched the ground with his toes and instantly disappeared from his spot. With an exaggerated and outrageous naginata, he swung his slender arm and instantly approached Naraku's neck.

A chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but a pretense.

Clang!

The clanging of metal against metal resounded, and the heavy naginata transformed into a whirlwind, unleashing a brutal offensive, each strike aimed directly at vital points.

Head, neck, heart, abdomen, spine...

Countless sword cries overlapped, transforming into a continuous, resounding roar without any gaps.

The blades struck, as if invisible hands intertwined their fingers, forcibly stitching the broken notes together, allowing the soaring melody to quickly reach its most exciting part.

The roar was deafening. Saito, who was neither old nor dead, hunched over and stiffly maintained his defensive stance.

An expression of disbelief crossed his face.

I can't understand it, and I can't figure it out.

How could such a brutal attack exist in this world?

The two captain-level Grim Reapers, working together, were still easily suppressed by their opponent. Judging from their expressions, they didn't seem to feel any pressure at all.

It's as easy and pleasant as breathing.

Just then, Shiba Isshin, sensing the fluctuation of spiritual pressure, rushed to the vicinity and immediately saw Naraku Sora trapped in an attack.

He also knew the people who attacked him.

The first captains, and also the two captains of the new Gotei 13, were Saito Immortal and Shikato Hakunsai.

After only a brief moment of thought, Shiba Isshin's gaze hardened, and he suddenly drew his sword, unleashing all his spiritual pressure, sending a massive pillar of light soaring into the sky.

"Burn, Yanyue!"

Although it is unclear what exactly happened, judging from the way they fought, this was not a friendly sparring match, but a real battle.

He wasn't familiar with the other two, and since Naraku Sora helped him learn Bankai ahead of time, they were his great benefactors.

Therefore, it's quite clear who to help.

"Lord Naraku, I'm here to help you!"

Shiba Isshin leaped into the air, his Zanpakuto bursting into flames, his aura rising ever higher, seemingly without limit.

"Crescent Moon Sky Piercing—"

The deafening roar even drowned out the continuous clash of blades, crashing down on Saito Immortal like a meteorite.

Damn it!

Feeling the intense heat coming towards him, Saito cursed subconsciously. Before he could continue attacking Naraku, he twisted his waist, and blood-red spiritual pressure gathered on the blade.

Slashing against the wind!

The crescent-shaped sword pressure slammed solidly into her Zanpakuto.

The next moment, a roar erupted.

His slightly weak right arm twisted, and a sharp tone burst forth under the pressure of the sword. In an instant, the attack poured down like a torrential rain, turning into an endless curtain of water, completely crushing Shiba Isshin's determined strike.

A frenzied melody erupted towards the sky!

Countless shattered points of light scattered across the ground, the aftershocks spreading in all directions.

"A brat who just learned Bankai dares to attack me."

A hint of hostility flashed in Saito's immortal eyes, and his killing intent grew even more intense, as if it had solidified into a tangible form.

Although it's a fake, its spiritual pressure and techniques are just as good as the real thing.

"I'll kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure vanished from the spot and headed straight for Shiba Isshin.

Shikato Hakunsai opened his mouth, wanting to stop his companion's reckless act, but before he could speak, he was deflected by Naraku's sword.

Just a few simple, unadorned collisions gave her the illusion of a tingling, weak feeling all over her body.

Careless.

The opponent's strength far exceeded that person's expectations. Even without Shiba Isshin, the two of them alone would still be no match for this guy.

A deafening roar erupted.

Naraku Sora raised his hand and swung his sword, a powerful impact erupting from the blade, creating a deafening roar.

The heavy sonic waves violently impacted the earth, tearing it apart and creating visible ripples that spread across the battlefield, causing the nearby mountains and forests to tremble violently.

It was as if an invisible storm had swept across the land, peeling away the layers of earth and shattering everything in its path.

Even the battle between Shiba Isshin and Saito, who were immortal, was affected.

They had no choice but to halt the fighting and fend off the aftershocks of the attack.

When everything calmed down, only astonishment and a distinct sense of incomprehension remained on their faces.

The streets in the distance were a scene of devastation.

Stone chips mixed with dust, the once neat streets were now littered with broken and cracked marks, buildings collapsed, and ruins were everywhere.

Rokuto Hakunsai stared blankly at his hands, which were covered in shattered and cracked marks.

“Mr. Naraku, I…”

However, before she could finish speaking, the figure at the end of her line of sight appeared in front of her.

scoff-

Hot blood splattered, instantly staining the pure white captain's haori. A trace of pain flashed across Shikatori Hakunsai's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of melancholy.

Since he cannot replace her and steal the man she has her eye on, he might as well enjoy this hard-won time alone in the end.

Shikato Hakunsai stroked the sticky, crimson blood in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips, his cheeks flushing with an unnatural redness.

The naginata was raised again, and it slashed down at the man in front of him without any restraint.

In the blink of an eye, the blades in their hands clashed countless times in the air.

The interplay of low and loud notes creates a somber tone, permeated with an omnipresent, palpable killing intent that spreads like mist.

A burst of dazzling electric arcs erupted from the black blade, the edge cutting forward and piercing through the body without any resistance.