Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

As the captain of the special forces unit who frequently dealt with Yamamoto, almost no one understood the old man's temperament better than him.

If it were just about angering Yamamoto, perhaps a warning would suffice.

But once the Central Military Commission's 46th Chamber issues the relevant secret order—

Then this old man, who has guarded the ancient order of Soul Society for a thousand years, will reveal a suffocatingly ferocious power.

Although many in the team called him a pedantic old man who only knew how to stick to the rules and was inflexible.

But the rotten wood echoes the river very clearly.

It is this unwavering commitment over the millennia that has saved the Soul Society from many unnecessary conflicts and disasters.

However, Kuchiki Kyoga never expected that one day he would see Yamamoto in this state.

"Commander-in-Chief, I..."

Kuchiki Hibiki was still trying to explain when suddenly a figure in a white robe appeared beside him.

Without uttering a single wasted word, Muramasa raised his right hand to Yamamoto the moment he appeared, instantly activating his "whispering" ability.

The ripples formed by the convergence of spiritual pressure quickly enveloped Yamamoto.

"Is this your Zanpakuto, Muramasa?"

The old man lifted his eyelids, his burning gaze falling on the two figures.

"It is indeed a very powerful ability, no wonder those people see it as a threat."

"But if that's all the strength you have, then I might disappoint you."

Muramasa's expression changed drastically when the ripple-like light struck the mountain itself.

If the mental defenses of an ordinary Grim Reaper are like a wooden door, then the mental defenses of the old man before me are like a towering, majestic mountain reaching into the clouds.

While there might be secret techniques to suppress one's inner self, the difference is simply too outrageous.

"Xianghe, run!"

Muramasa turned his head and smashed the wall with a backhand sword strike.

"I'll buy you some time."

Kuchiki Kyoga glanced at Yamamoto, who was enveloped in intense spiritual pressure, and then at Muramasa, who was struggling to hold on. He gritted his teeth and then used Shunpo to rush out of the hole.

Muramasa, on the other hand, mobilized all his resources in an attempt to buy more time.

However, as soon as Kuchiki Hibiki's figure disappeared from sight, he suddenly looked surprised.

As Yamamoto watched, the village before him shattered like a fleeting shadow and vanished abruptly from his sight.

Seeing this, the old man snorted coldly:

"What a straightforward fool, wasting my breath. If it were that brat Naraku, he probably would have escaped as soon as he sensed my spiritual pressure."

After standing still and sensing the surroundings for a moment, Yamamoto used Shunpo to catch up.

Before long, they blocked the Kuchiki Hibiki River on the edge of the Seireitei wilderness.

"Surrender, Kuchiki Echo River."

"You have nowhere to run."

The old man, leaning on his cane as if he had difficulty walking, calmly looked at the nervous young man in front of him and let out a barely perceptible sigh.

Sometimes, people with a relatively extreme temperament are prone to getting stuck on trivial matters.

Compared to someone who can quickly understand someone's intentions at crucial moments, Kuchiki Kyouga is indeed lacking.

No wonder the requirements at Kuki-giri are so stringent.

Looking at the calm-looking old man across from him, and feeling the suffocating pressure, an idea subconsciously surfaced in Kuchiki Hibiki's mind.

If Naraku Sora were in this situation, what would he do?

Escape is impossible; given his Shunpo skill level, he probably wouldn't even be able to escape Yamamoto's attack range.

If that's the case, then it seems that only a war is possible.

Thinking this, Kuchiki Hibiki's gaze gradually hardened, and his deep, hoarse voice echoed across the wilderness:

"Now that things have come to this, I know that saying anything is pointless."

“But I will never admit to something I didn’t do, even if a verdict is handed down.”

"I, Kuchiki Kyouga, have never done anything to betray the Seireitei!"

Draw your sword.

A purple beam of light shot into the sky, stirring up gusts of wind.

Yamamoto shook his head and sighed helplessly. A surge of intense spiritual pressure erupted, instantly distorting the surrounding air. The atmosphere was filled with scorching heat, and moisture evaporated rapidly.

Muramasa appeared next to Kuchiki Hibiki at the same time.

Although his abilities are ineffective against Yamamoto, a Shinigami's fighting power increases five to ten times in Bankai form, which would be excellent if it could increase the chances of winning.

But when Muramasa focused his attention on the old man, he keenly noticed that Yamamoto's attention did not seem to be on Hibiki.

As a Zanpakuto of the illusion type, it is extremely sensitive to the mental fluctuations of Shinigami and can usually find loopholes in the smallest details.

In his perception, Yamamoto seemed to be frequently gazing in the direction of the house, as if waiting for someone.

Muramasa found it rather strange.

Yamamoto seemed to have also noticed Muramasa's perception, and immediately withdrew his thoughts, focusing all his attention on the two figures in front of him.

"Since you insist on resisting to the bitter end, then bear the wrath of this old man."

Whoops!

The white captain's haori billowed in the wind, hanging on a distant stone peak.

Yamamoto removed the inner lining of his Shinigami uniform, revealing his scarred body, which radiated intense heat, like a volcano about to erupt.

As its body stretched out, its joints rubbed against each other, producing a terrifying sound like a bowstring tightening. Its exaggerated muscles bulged slightly, highlighting its hideous scars, and a terrifying pressure, like a mountain collapsing, followed.

Just as the two sides were about to fight, a voice suddenly rang out—

"Xianghe, hold on! I'm coming to save you!"

Kuchiki Hibiki turned around in astonishment, only to see a figure bursting with astonishing power sweep across the wilderness like a meteorite, leaving a hideous trail on the grass.

Muramasa noticed that the old man opposite him seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he sensed the sudden spiritual pressure.

A thoughtful look flashed across his eyes.

Naraku Sora transformed into a shooting star and crashed into the battlefield between the two. His tall, imposing body was enveloped in intense heat, and the high temperature suddenly spread.

The old man and the young man are remarkably similar in this respect, and it is immediately obvious that they are of the same lineage.

"Teacher, please give me some face and let Xianghe go first."

Naraku Soryu grinned. "I can prove that the Zanpakuto disturbance had nothing to do with him."

Looking at that smug face, Yamamoto suddenly felt a surge of anger for some reason. The cane stuck in the ground suddenly shed its outer shell, revealing a Zanpakuto exuding an ancient aura in front of the two of them.

"The Forty-Sixth Chamber's secret order: no one is allowed to plead for mercy!"

The moment the blade was gripped, a deafening roar erupted, and a terrifying pillar of fire rose from the earth, shooting straight into the sky, instantly erasing the clouds and turning the dome crimson.

It was like a sea of ​​fire hanging upside down.

Despite the sweltering heat, Naraku Sora kept his eyes fixed on Yamamoto's face. When he saw the old man's slightly upturned lips, he suddenly realized what was happening and exclaimed in a trembling voice:

"Yamamoto is old and frail, senile and incompetent, and he has wronged innocent people. Today I will turn against this scoundrel!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another pillar of fire shot into the sky, adding even more heat to the crimson expanse!

Chapter 94 This is a true veteran actor

Kuchiki Hibiki looked at the master and disciple who had turned against each other with a tense expression.

He wanted to speak but hesitated, yet he hesitated to speak but still wanted to.

In his eyes, neither side was wrong; Yamamoto was in no way to blame for maintaining the order of Soul Society and obeying the secret orders of the 46 Chambers.

If he hadn't been a firsthand witness, he too would have suspected that he was the culprit behind this disaster.

As for Naraku Sora, his story is truly touching.

The 46 Chambers issued a secret decree, and Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni personally took action. His released spiritual pressure alone was enough to crush ordinary Shinigami.

In this life-or-death situation, this close friend not only did not give up, but instead bravely stepped forward to save him, taking the initiative to stand opposite Yamamoto and face the terrifying pressure head-on.

Such loyalty transcends everything in this world.

The spiritual pressure of both sides seemed to have no upper limit, constantly rising, and the distorted air burst out with a deafening roar.

click-

The moment the earth cracked open as they collided, two figures, each carrying a wave of heat, burst forth, leaving afterimages before slowly shattering.

The clanging of metal on metal transformed into a stirring symphony, instantly escalating the battle from its initial climax to a fever pitch.

The Zanpakuto, radiating intense heat, slashed down and met the longsword burning with spiritual pressure.

A terrifying shock erupted and spread, causing the ground to groan under its own weight, cracking open with countless dense fissures and continuously collapsing downwards.

The blades rubbed together, creating countless dazzling sparks.

Through the scorching heat, the old man and the young man stared intently at each other.

One was calm and collected, the other was ferocious and savage, creating a stark contrast.

Then, release it close to your face—

Secret Technique: Dragon Flash!

As if a crescent moon were rising, an extremely violent spiritual pressure surged forth in an instant, accompanied by a deafening explosion, directly engulfing Yamamoto in front of him.

However, something unexpected happened.

The killer move that had always worked in the game backfired on Yamamoto.

The sword pressure, which had seemingly severed the very air, was completely engulfed by the suddenly erupting pillar of fire, as if it had crashed into an iron wall, leaving not even a trace of white.