Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Kisuke Urahara, I despise you!!

Seeing the two turning against each other, Yamamoto suddenly fell silent.

What do these two bastards take me for? A tool to seek personal gain and use at their disposal?

But it doesn't matter, I'm just worried about not having a suitable opponent to test my strength.

They were both beaten the same way.

With a backhand slap, he shattered the painting woven from spirit threads, then sent Urahara Kisuke flying without holding back.

Then, his cold, golden vertical pupils instantly locked onto Naraku.

"Teacher, please listen to my explanation. Don't fall for that scoundrel's divisive scheme!"

"I don't want to hear it."

A grotesque white bone mask appeared out of nowhere, covering Yamamoto's face, and a violent heat spread from it, instantly sweeping across the ravaged desert.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of oppression, much stronger than before, Naraku Sora subconsciously swallowed, suddenly realizing that they seemed to have created a monster in the truest sense.

Gurgle.

"Teacher, is there still a possibility of reconciliation?"

"Kid, you must be joking, right?"

"I shed blood for the Seireitei, I risked my life for the Soul Society!"

"It's too late to talk about this now!"

Yamamoto's figure vanished suddenly, only to reappear in front of Naraku Sora in the next second, grinning maliciously as he clenched his fist, the intense heat wrapping around his arm.

Faced with the completely unreasonable Yamamoto, Naraku Sora had no choice but to pay the price for his momentary pleasure.

Even though I know things might turn out badly next.

But if it happened again, even if he were nailed to a coffin, he would still shout it out with his decaying vocal cords, and he would do the same a hundred times.

Naraku quickly adjusted his mindset, clenched his right hand into a fist, leaned back in the opposite direction, his muscles bulged, and compressed all his strength in a "rhinoceros strike" posture.

It instantly gathers its strength to its limit and blasts forward with all its might.

One bone!

boom--!

Two devastating shockwaves collided violently, as if the space itself had been torn apart. The violent shockwaves spread outwards, almost obliterating everything in sight.

Seeing the two fists clashing and confronting each other, a hint of surprise flashed in Yamamoto's eyes.

He could clearly feel his own power in the ethereal state, but precisely because of this, the scene of the traitor's defeat that he had originally anticipated did not occur.

On the contrary, the continuous power emanating from the fist is astonishing.

That brat is not only becoming more skilled, but also stronger.

When I first taught Naraku, I had to use skillful control to prevent killing him with a single slap.

Now, even after achieving intangibility, without using techniques like Black Flash, it's impossible to take it down immediately.

Although he knew that Naraku Sora had a bright future back when he was competing with Shutara Senjumaru for the man.

But I never expected that this day would come so soon.

He was quite pleased with this.

However, one thing at a time.

He deserved to be beaten, and he couldn't escape it.

In the next instant, Yamamoto's arm muscles suddenly swelled up, and his veins bulged.

As his movements changed, a sound like firecrackers rang out.

Then, a menacing arc of black and red electricity suddenly began to crackle and spread outward from between his fingers, distorting the space.

Naraku Sora's eyes widened immediately.

How could it have come to this? How could it have come to this?

The blurring effect was already excessive, but why add black flashes on top of that?

Isn't that old man afraid of punching his apprentice to pieces, causing a bald man to bury his black-haired son?!

Seemingly sensing Naraku Sora's offensive intentions, Yamamoto's lips curled into a ferocious smile, and his fist, brimming with terrifying power, suddenly slammed forward.

Click!

In an instant, the fist, wreathed in black and red lightning, distorted the space it passed through, creating dark cracks that revealed the abyss behind it.

Naraku Sora gritted his teeth, and intense demonic pressure erupted from his shoulder bones, providing a continuous source of power to his arms like a rocket booster.

Thick, black and red lightning erupted, connecting the night sky with the desert, outlining an apocalyptic scene.

His body, wreathed in lightning and crimson flames, was like a fully drawn bow, his spine cracking with a dull thud. His warhammer-like fist, trailing a meteor-like tail of light, slammed forward.

The terrifying impact swept outwards in all directions.

Vast, sea-like sand waves surged into the sky, only to vanish instantly in the aftershocks, creating a strange vacuum.

The exaggerated scene left the onlookers speechless and bewildered.

Aizen also took the opportunity to record a lot of valuable data.

He was the only one in the battle who remained unaffected, even though he was at the very center of the impact.

Kisuke Urahara lay in the deep crater he had created, grinning as he looked in the direction where the master and apprentice were.

Although he might be beaten half to death by Naraku afterwards.

But rather than missing out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it's better to be beaten half to death.

As human beings, we must know how to make choices.

Seeing Naraku Sora get mercilessly beaten by Yamamoto, even if he dies, it's worth the price of admission!

Yamamoto became more and more adept at the fight. As he gradually became familiar with the power of intangibility, the parts that were initially a little awkward began to flow smoothly.

At the same time, their methods became increasingly brutal.

Feeling the terrifying pressure as if the sky were collapsing, Naraku's expression grew increasingly ferocious, and he immediately erupted in a furious roar of resentment:

"Yamamoto, damn it..."

Before he could finish speaking, a fist crackling with black and red lightning covered his entire field of vision.

The next second, the world lost its color!

Chapter 336 Lord Naraku is truly amazing!

"Sousuke, you know that in principle I can definitely beat that old man."

Inside the palace of Hueco Mundo, a battered and bruised Naraku Sora occupied Barragan's throne, adding a thick, soft animal hide for added comfort.

"But the problem is, the principles are now in Old Man Shan's hands."

Barragán: "..."

Faced with workplace bullying, the previous King of Hueco Mundo dared not speak out.

Aizen glanced at the person with a bruised and swollen face, and then found Urahara Kisuke, who was also bruised and swollen, and even more miserable, in a corner of the palace.

Then he saw the latter grin at him, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Aizen: "..."

Did Naraku Sora damage his brain?

They've been beaten up like this, how come they still look like they're enjoying it?

Considering that this situation was entirely Urahara Kisuke's own doing, there's nothing to sympathize with about Aizen.

Both of them had equally rotten personalities, so their fates can be considered a fitting end.

"Sousuke, is there any way for me to get revenge?"

Naraku Sora began to seek help from outside the arena.

After thinking for a few seconds, Aizen said seriously, "You just need to stay as you normally are."

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto is getting old. Even with Hollowfication to improve his health, his blood vessels can't withstand the repeated spikes in blood pressure."

"Given time, he will surely become the first captain to die of anger."

Upon hearing this, Naraku's eyes lit up:

"Wonderful."

"Sousuke, you are indeed more vicious."

Aizen: "..."

He shouldn't have spoken up in the first place; it would be better if that bastard were killed by Yamamoto sooner rather than later.

Just as Naraku Sora was plotting how to infuriate the old man, a tall figure walked in from outside, and instantly the intense heat rushed in, dispelling the cold air.

"Ah, it's the Captain-Commander."

Hearing Naraku Sora's deliberately affected tone, Yamamoto immediately glared at him fiercely.

To be honest, the traitor is quite something.

In the final battle, although he did not use his Zanpakuto, he unleashed his strongest fighting power in his normal state.

Even so, it still took a lot of effort to capture Naraku.

But at the same time, he also discovered some clues.

"Sou, forget it, kid."

Yamamoto looked at Aizen, originally intending to call him by name directly, just like Naraku Sora did.

But at the crucial moment, he suddenly remembered what he had seen in that world without traitors.

Without the constraints of Naraku Sora, Aizen appears gentle and humble on the surface, but in reality, he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.