Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"As for the result, I'm sure you've already seen it, Lord Yuan Liuzhai."

Yamamoto: "..."

Although it seems absurd, judging from Hyosube Ichibei's expression, it must be true.

This traitor is truly audacious, daring to go directly to the Spirit King's Palace and steal the Spirit King's fragments.

This is probably the first time in the millions of years of history of the Soul Society.

But then again.

How could I allow an outsider like you to test my disciple?

Furthermore, the matter of stripping Jushiro Ukitake's right hand, the Soul King's right hand, from his body hasn't been settled yet!

It's important to know that in Soul Society, that wasn't the Soul King's right hand, but the native god Mimihachi.

Possess self-awareness.

He chose Ukitake.

Hyosube Ichibei attacked Naraku, allowing Ukitake Jushiro to release the divine robe and summon the Soul King's right hand, thus taking the opportunity to strip it of its seal.

Although Ukitake managed to get rid of his illness, that was thanks to his traitor, and had nothing to do with you, Hyonobe Ichibei.

Yamamoto's eyelids drooped, and his voice betrayed no emotion.

"When the Gotei 13 was established, the Zero Division invited me to the Soul King Palace as a guest. At that time, Lord Hyosube mentioned something."

"In his long career, Lord Hyosube once met that Grim Reaper senior who perfected the Hakuda system."

"And we even had an in-depth conversation."

"After this incident, I imagine that Your Excellency's martial arts skills must be quite superb. I am very curious about this and would like to test them out."

Hyobu Ichibei paused, not expecting Yamamoto to say such a thing.

Thinking about it carefully, the other party was probably dissatisfied with his repeated attacks on Naraku, so he wanted to vent his anger for his disciple.

However, the Zanka Blade has too great an impact on the Soul Society, and the slightest carelessness could lead to disaster.

As for giving it away for free...

He raised his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him.

Peaceful and serene.

They are no different from ordinary elderly people.

Although I sensed a slight threat from Yamamoto earlier, there shouldn't be any problem.

There's already a ridiculous number of freaks like Naraku Sora.

Thinking of this, Hyosugi Ichibei grinned, revealing a confident smile:

"How could I refuse Your Excellency Yuan Liuzhai's kind invitation?"

"However, you should be prepared, my martial arts skills are quite formidable!"

Chapter 369 O-Small-Eyed Captain-Commander Yamamoto

Inside the Thessalon of Theseus, which has been rebuilt countless times.

Two figures of vastly different sizes stood facing each other, their eyes locked, and a faint crackling sound seemed to emanate from them, echoing in the spacious environment.

Chojiro Sasaki stood outside the dojo, looked at Yamamoto, opened his mouth as if to speak, but then stopped himself.

As Yamamoto's right-hand man who had followed him for thousands of years, he knew the old man's character very well.

Although they seem to have changed a lot over the years, they are still very stubborn at heart.

Once a decision is made, no one can change it except Naraku Sora.

Is it really safe to fight the leader of the Zero Division?

You should know that this Hyoninbe Ichibei is the strongest in the Three Realms, or rather, the second strongest now.

The horrific beating I suffered not long ago was witnessed by many Grim Reapers.

Even so, Chojiro Sasaki still lacked confidence.

Although our Captain-Commander has lived for thousands of years, he is the oldest being in the Soul Society.

But in the eyes of Hyoninbe Ichibei, who has lived for millions of years, he is no different from a baby who is just learning to speak.

To know.

Except for a very few exceptional individuals, the older a being is, the stronger they are.

Can we win?

Genjiro, standing nearby, asked with some concern, "Should we go and inform Naraku-san? What if the Captain-Commander gets hurt?"

Chojiro Sasaki took a deep breath and said without turning his head:

"This is Lord Yuan Liuzhai's decision, and it's best if we don't interfere."

"However, this is in the Soul Society, not the Soul King's Palace."

"Even if Lord Yuan Liuzhai is no match, there won't be any major problems."

"After all, Lord Naraku is still here."

Unbeknownst to them, Naraku's power had been etched into the hearts of every Shinigami.

His repeated heroic efforts to turn the tide have made him almost a symbol of the Soul Society.

If there was any controversy before, then Naraku Sora, who defeated Hyosube Ichibei in a head-on battle, has already become the strongest being in Soul Society.

Hmm, if it's Lord Yuan Liuzhai, he should be ranked third, right?

Looking at the relaxed Hyosube Ichibei, Yamamoto felt a surge of anger rising within him. His already exaggerated muscles bulged and rippled as if they had come alive.

He knew very well that Hyōnobu Ichibei had not told the truth during their conversation.

Or rather, it's a mixture of truth and falsehood.

Since they dared to scheme against Nai Luokong, they must pay the price.

This also serves as proof of my improved abilities over this period.

Most importantly, what kind of teacher is one who can't stand up for his stupid apprentice?

As Yamamoto's aura continued to rise, Hyobu Ichibei couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

The sight before him reminded him of Naraku Sora.

In terms of temperament, the master and apprentice are remarkably similar.

It's truly a case of sharing the same lineage.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Yamamoto's eyes widened suddenly, and a burning flame flashed in his pupils.

"You dare to lose focus while fighting me?!"

The sound was like thunder, and the fist exploded like a raging wind.

He suddenly took a step forward, his strong body surging forward without warning, creating a breathtaking hurricane.

When that heavy, steel-like fist was unleashed, a deafening roar shook the air, and what followed was an intensely scorching brutality.

Hyobu Ichibei's pupils contracted, sensing a hint of danger from the attack.

How can it be? !

Yamamoto Shigekuni's claim of slightly improved strength actually refers to breaking through the original limits of a Shinigami soul.

boom!!

The two iron fists clashed, a dull, heavy sound shaking the dojo, causing the entire building to tremble violently, and ripples to spread from the inner layer of the demonic barrier.

Feeling the terrifying power emanating from his arm, Hyosube Ichibei confirmed his earlier suspicions.

Yamamoto Shigekuni, who had stagnated for a thousand years, actually broke through to the Transcendent Realm!

How did he manage to do that?

Unlike Naraku Sora back then, Yamamoto at this time was able to hide the Hollow aura in his soul very well.

Without being actively displayed, even Hyosube Ichibei would hardly notice.

The two separated as soon as they touched, leaving only visible ripples in the air.

Seeing Hyosube Ichibei stagger back a few steps, Yamamoto grinned, revealing a ferocious smile. His entire body shifted, his muscles twitched slightly, as if hard iron was being rubbed together, with scorching heat surging within, like an active volcano about to erupt.

Is this the so-called leader of Squad Zero?

Without using any rules, it seems pretty average.

It's nothing compared to the pressure brought by that foolish disciple.

Golden, tree-like patterns flashed across Hyosube Ichibei's thick arm, and a heavy spiritual pressure erupted instantly, enveloping his entire body, forming a protective barrier while also becoming his best offensive weapon.

They dared not restrain themselves any longer.

If Yamamoto could unleash the same level of power with every attack, and he held back, he would probably be smashed into a pulp by those iron fists.

Although they can be resurrected, dying in Soul Society would be a disgrace to the Zero Division.

Faintly, ink flashed through his fingers, so straight, bursting forth from Hyosube Ichibei's hand, a surge of spiritual pressure converging into a single beam.

By intertwining three distinct forces, a terrifying power several times greater than its own can be unleashed.

Although he rarely wasted time on cultivation, after millions of years, even a tiny fraction of his time was enough to perfect his basic fighting style, such as the Slash Fist and Ghost Walk.

A fist the size of a clay pot was thrust forward, with the wrist twisting in response.

It was as if an invisible gate had been turned, and the air wailed and shattered, with countless sharp sounds overlapping and bursting out in all directions like blades.

The next second, Hyosube Ichibei flashed and appeared in front of Yamamoto, swinging his doubled fist forward.

Facing an attack powerful enough to instantly turn an ordinary captain into a bloody mist, Yamamoto showed no fear on his face. Instead, he grinned, his expression a mix of ferocity and solemnity.

Then, he paused slightly, unleashing a torrent of violent spiritual pressure, his fists exploding like bull horns.

Double bones!