Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

A terrifying storm raged within the dojo, causing the multi-layered, complex demonic barrier to teeter on the brink of collapse, with cracks constantly appearing in the ground, resembling the gaping maw of a monster.

As he became more familiar with Yamamoto's power, Hyobu Ichibei felt increasingly at ease.

They were caught off guard at first, which led to their disadvantage.

But once he regains control of the game, the outcome will be decided by him.

"Lord Genryusai, the title of the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society is indeed well-deserved."

Hyobu Ichibei pressed forward, his burly body like a mountain peak blocking the rising gale.

"But unfortunately, I am not a member of the Soul Society."

"Similarly, it's not Death either."

Faced with the provocation, Yamamoto revealed a set of neat white teeth, his smile becoming increasingly ferocious:

"is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his five fingers clenched tightly, a sonic boom resounded, and intense heat enveloped his arm as he leaned back in the opposite direction.

He unleashed another powerful strike with all his might.

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

Looking at the two fists clashing and confronting each other, a hint of surprise flashed in Hyosube Ichibei's eyes.

Not right.

Something's definitely not right—it's at least 90% off!

From the start of the battle until now, he has been pushing himself to the limit, and has now given it his all. However, Yamamoto, who has been suppressed in return, has not only not suffered a defeat.

On the contrary, his power also increased accordingly.

Does this old guy have no upper limit?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a familiar black and red lightning flashed past the corner of his eye, and Hyosube Ichibei's pupils instinctively contracted.

What's this?!

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

As his movements changed, a roar erupted from within his body, like a dormant volcano finally erupting, releasing a terrifying heat wave.

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

Black Flash - One Bone!

Hyobu Ichibei's eyes widened as he finally recognized the move.

Isn't this the same move that Naraku used when he fought him before?

Why would Yamamoto Shigekuni do that too?!

The techniques developed by a normal Shinigami cannot escape his notice.

Unless it's someone like Naraku Sora who has mastered power outside the world.

So there's only one answer left.

This is what Naraku Sora taught Yamamoto Shigekuni!

Seemingly sensing Hyosube Ichibei's thoughts, Yamamoto's lips curled into a ferocious smile, and his fist, brimming with terrifying power, suddenly slammed forward.

Click!

In an instant, a thick, black-red lightning bolt erupted, distorting the space in its path and creating dark cracks. The fist broke through the boundaries of space and slammed solidly into Hyosube Ichibei's hastily crossed arms.

click-

The sound of bones shattering echoed throughout the dojo, revealing the outline of destruction. The dojo was instantly obliterated in the aftershocks of the collision, and even the demonic barrier couldn't withstand it for more than a second.

The burly body was sent flying backward by the terrifying impact, crashing into dozens of buildings and creating a towering cloud of dust in the barracks.

Amidst the ruins, Hyosube Ichibei struggled to his feet, his arms torn and bleeding, his flesh mangled, hanging limply at his sides.

It was completely shattered.

As the heat surged, a short figure suddenly appeared before them. Hyosube Ichibei opened his mouth, about to say something, when he suddenly saw Yamamoto raise his hands.

The black and red lightning, resembling a python, exploded instantly, tearing apart the surrounding space.

Hyobu Ichibei's scalp tingled with fear, and he hurriedly said, "I admit it..."

Before he could utter the last word, two fists crackling with black and red lightning completely obscured his entire field of vision.

Black Flash - Double Bones!

In the next instant, the world lost its color!

The world seemed to freeze, and a terrifying beam of light shot straight into the sky like a space-based weapon, instantly obliterating the thick clouds above.

Naraku Sora stood under the eaves, gazing in the direction from which the pillar of light erupted, and couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration:

"Wonderful!"

Chapter 370 Do you want me to help you put it back?

Hyosube Ichibei was eventually carried away.

Most of his chest had turned into rotten flesh, and you could see straight back from the front. Around the huge hole, even his internal organs were charred black.

His face, covered in a thick beard, was filled with an expression of existential doubt.

Even as he fell, he couldn't understand why he couldn't even defeat Yamamoto, let alone Naraku.

This is simply illogical.

Could it be that I have neglected my spiritual practice too much over the years?

Disheartened, the monk didn't even bother using his spiritual pressure to recover, letting the other Shinigami carry him to the Fourth Division's general medical facility.

He was greeted by a beautiful woman with a gentle smile and an elegant demeanor.

Retsu Unohana is the most skilled in the Soul Society.

For some reason, when Hyosube Ichibei saw that gentle smile, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen.

Half of the First Division barracks was reduced to ruins by the two's clash, with not a single intact stone left.

This is based on the fact that the two deliberately concentrated the destruction within a fixed area.

If they really go all out, it might even affect the teams next door.

Fortunately, the team members had a wealth of experience in handling such situations, so rebuilding was quick and easy.

As an elite Shinigami of the First Division, he has done nothing but rebuild the dojo hundreds of times over the years, so he is already very experienced in the process.

If I retire in the future, I could make good use of my skills by doing some civil engineering work.

"Good tea."

Naraku Sora picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, enjoying the warmth that spread from his throat to his whole body, feeling as if he were basking in the sun in a courtyard in winter.

I felt warm all over.

No matter how many times you taste it, Old Man Shan's tea-brewing skills are always top-notch.

"Teacher, why did you have a conflict with that monk?"

Setting down his teacup, Naraku looked up at Yamamoto with a curious expression.

"Could it be that that old fellow has offended you somehow?"

"If there is any, please speak frankly, and your disciple will certainly avenge you."

Yamamoto glared at the ungrateful person with annoyance.

He thought to himself, "Don't you have any idea why I fought with Hyosube Ichibei?"

If it weren't for seeking justice for you, would I have bothered fighting with an old man who has lived for a million years?

Although that's what I think, I absolutely can't say it like that, otherwise, the traitor's tail will definitely be wagging in the sky.

"It's just a friendly sparring session to see how much our strength has improved over this period."

Yamamoto explained calmly.

Upon hearing this, Naraku nodded dismissively.

"I see. I thought it was because the teacher couldn't bear to see me being bullied by the Zero Division, and in order to seek justice for his beloved disciple, he didn't hesitate to break the rules and brazenly attack the monk."

"?"

Yamamoto looked up and happened to see someone's ambiguous smile.

This bastard clearly knows everything, yet he's pretending not to know anything and trying to trick me into revealing my secrets!

My blood pressure and spiritual pressure spiked together.

You scoundrel, I'm going to clean house today!

The scorching spiritual pressure erupted from the barracks, shooting skyward and turning the azure sky crimson.

……

……

"Monk, where is what I asked for?"

Inside the general medical facility, Naraku Sora sat on the bed next to him, squinting at Hyosube Ichibei, who was lying there bound like a dumpling.

"You're not trying to deny it, are you?"

"Why would I carry such a thing on my person?"

"In the Spirit King's Palace."

Feeling the intense pain in his chest, Hyosube Ichibei grimaced.

He didn't understand why, after so many years of development, the Soul Society's healing methods had become increasingly brutal.

Although the treatment is indeed very effective, the pain is no less than going through the injury process all over again.