Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The moment the blade was drawn, a crimson sword pressure suddenly cleaved out, the air crackling like tearing silk, and terrifying power burst forth.

Before he could even release his Binding Path defense, he had only managed to create a layer of spiritual pressure in front of him when the sword pressure descended.

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Caught off guard, the magnificent robes were ripped open, tearing open the aged body, and blood splattered, staining the cracked ground red.

The old man staggered backward, his face filled with disbelief.

It was still an oversight...

Not far away, two figures, under the cover of the demonic spiritual pressure, watched this thrilling battle with great interest.

When the study collapsed, the fight between the man and the sword spirit reached its climax.

Despite his advanced age, Tsunayoshiro is still vigorous and his spiritual pressure is almost as strong as any of the captains. In terms of sheer oppressive aura, he even rivals Yamamoto, who is the Captain-Commander.

In contrast, Yan Luo Jing Dian was even more ferocious, with an endless stream of abilities, managing to suppress her opponent despite being at a disadvantage.

Even after being hit head-on by a full-power high-sequence blast, he was still able to turn the tide thanks to his recorded Zanpakuto.

That's simply outrageous.

Naraku Sora looked at the long sword in Enra Kyōden's hand, whose red light was gradually fading, and felt as if he had seen this ability somewhere before.

It looks familiar.

Upon closer inspection, isn't this the Zanpakuto of Yamada Hanatarou, the 20th seat of the Fourth Division?

Gourd ball.

It can absorb and store injuries, and once the energy bar is full, it can unleash a powerful slash.

Unexpectedly, the Mirror of Beauty also recorded its abilities.

Tsunayoshi pressed his left hand against the laceration on his chest, and green light bloomed from his flesh and blood, causing the gruesome wound to heal at a visible speed.

He was in an extremely bad mood.

Previously, in order to fully unleash the true power of the Mirror of Beauty, some fragments of the power of the Spirit King that had been collected over the years were specifically used.

Originally, Enra Kyōden could only mimic the Shikai power of other Zanpakutō by consuming the user's soul.

However, after incorporating a portion of the Soul King's power, its abilities were greatly enhanced, and it could even replicate and release its Bankai.

Even the side effect of reducing the soul was offset.

Previously, summoning the materialized Zanpakuto and turning it to the enemy was not enough; simply imitating Muramasa's Shikai was not enough. The most crucial thing was to kill Muramasa without using the hook.

But it is precisely because of this that Tsunayoshi has been unable to take over for a long time.

"I can't let you continue to be willful, Yanluo Jingdian."

The old man squinted slightly; the bleeding from the wound on his chest had stopped, and the gruesome tear had mostly healed.

The mouth in her eye sockets opened and closed, revealing a mocking smile. Yan Luo Jingdian stood once again on the ravaged earth, raising the blade in her hand.

"Binding Path No. 63: Locks and Bindings".

As the old man chanted softly, he casually pointed.

Several thick, sturdy golden chains surged forth, instantly binding Yan Luojingdian from head to toe, even suppressing her spiritual pressure.

The ruins fell silent instantly.

"...The burning ritual, the wildly dancing candlelight, converge, focus, and rise to the heavens..."

A deep voice chanted complex incantations of the Kido, and the dormant spiritual pressure surged and erupted once more. The immense pressure fell upon the ruins, and the ground in sight sank as if it had been pounded by a heavy hammer.

Directly in front of the palm, leaping azure arcs of electricity crackled and sizzled, while a dazzling beam of light gathered and condensed.

"Hado No. 88: Flying Dragon Strikes the Thief with Thunderous Cannon".

boom--

Yanluo Jingdian broke free from the restraints of the chains, but what awaited her was the full power of the Eighty-Eighth Breakthrough, which was chanted to its limit.

Without any hesitation, it was a reaction based entirely on instinct.

The long sword in his hand seemed to glow, instantly transforming into a huge shield that stood before him like a city wall.

The Flying Dragon Strikes the Thief, Thunderous Cannon erupted with a deafening roar, its violent lightning shooting skyward and transforming into ultimate destruction.

Even the aftershocks caused the ground beneath their feet to sink continuously.

In just a few seconds, the huge mansion was completely reduced to ruins, with dense dust crackling amidst the flickering arcs of electricity.

When everything calmed down, Yan Luo Jingdian, who had taken the full force of the old man's attack head-on, reappeared, her body charred black. The shield in her hand seemed to have melted, lying flat in the dust.

Compared to Yanlingwan, who was blown apart with a single punch, Yanluo Jingdian's ability to withstand blows is arguably the strongest among Zanpakuto.

Even Naraku Sora, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but sigh.

As expected of a noble family, even their family heirloom Zanpakuto is more durable than others'.

"Kong, are we just going to stand here and watch?"

"Kikuki Hibiki suddenly asked."

Naraku glanced at him:

"What are you thinking? As the third seat of the True Central Prison and a disciple of the Genryu School, how could I possibly lay a hand on Tsunayoshiro, one of the five great noble families?"

Kuchiki Hibiki paused for a moment, then instantly understood Naraku Sora's meaning, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Understood. Then, as a wanted criminal of Seireitei, I won't hold back."

Due to the secret orders issued by the 46th Chamber and the current state of turmoil surrounding Zanpakuto, it is temporarily impossible for Kuchiki Kyoga to clear his name.

Unless Tsunayoshiro is completely overthrown and the Kuchiki family regains its voice in the Golden Seal Society, there is only a slight possibility of success.

Now that I have this great status, I might as well do all the things I've always wanted to do but never dared to do.

Looking at the arrogant and domineering headmaster of Tsunayoshi amidst the ruins, a flash of anger appeared in Kuchiki Kyoga's eyes.

If it weren't for this person, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

"The Mirror of Beauty is over."

The old man raised his right hand and extended his index finger, and golden light continued to gather.

"While I cannot make you submit to me, I can certainly restore you to your original state."

"Hado #63: Thunder Roar..."

"Diamond Explosion!"

A chilling spiritual pressure emanated from behind, and scorching heat swept across the sky, descending directly upon the location of the headmaster, Tsunayoshiro.

Amidst the swirling dust, the deafening roar of the breaching defenses echoed.

"Rotten wood echoes through the river!"

The disheveled old man emerged from the aftershocks, glaring angrily in the direction from which the ghostly path had come.

"Tsunayashiro Taketori!"

Kuchiki Kyoga scoffed dismissively, not bothering with any further words, and immediately raised his Zanpakuto, gathering his spiritual pressure.

"Ice Fang Conquers the Mist".

The temperature plummeted amidst the ruins!

As the blade slashed down, countless snowflakes erupted from the tip, surging towards Tsunayoshiro Taketori with unstoppable momentum.

Like a flood bursting its banks, everything in its path froze.

As a rare genius in the art of demonic arts, Kuchiki Kyouga's self-created demonic arts are no less powerful than those of high-sequence demonic arts, and in some aspects, they are even stronger.

Tsuna's expression turned extremely gloomy as he countered with his signature move, the 88th Hado.

Things have now changed beyond what was originally planned.

Having somehow learned of the existence of Yanluo Jingdian, Kuchiki Hibiki came here specifically to seek revenge.

As it turns out, his Muramasa was indeed the source of the turmoil.

This single attempt dealt an unimaginable blow to the Tsunayo family.

The ghostly energy of both sides erupted on the ruins, one blue and one white, clearly distinct, with shockwaves sweeping in all directions, creating an extremely powerful spectacle.

While the two were locked in a standoff, Yan Luojingdian's mouth opened slightly, seemingly surprised by this sudden change.

But it didn't just stand there dumbfounded. After a moment's thought, it decided to escape from the Tsunayoshiro mansion first.

It's probably impossible for him to turn the tables on Tsuna and take the route.

No one knows the old man's power better than it.

In the distance, seeing Yanluo Jingdian seizing the opportunity to slip away, Naraku's eyes lit up.

If I remember correctly, this Yanluo Mirror doesn't seem to have a specific owner, right?

Since I didn't see it, it should be mine now that I have!

This treasure is destined for me!

"Xianghe, be careful. If you can't beat them, run. I'm going to chase after Yanluo Jingdian first."

Naraku gave a word of advice, and then, enveloped in the light of the Kido, he vanished from the spot with a Shunpo.

Upon realizing that Yanluo Jingdian had run away, Tsunayoshi Taketori panicked and unleashed a barrage of high-sequence Kido attacks as if they were free.

Blazing flames scattered, twisting and flashing with electric arcs, resembling a grand fireworks display.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Kuchiki Kyoga immediately ordered Muramasa to activate the Hypnotic Kido, affecting everyone's sense of distance and time.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was in a daze, he did not hesitate at all and immediately unleashed the fastest Instant Step of his life, disappearing at the end of the street in an instant.

When Tsuna Miyoshiro Taketoki recovered, there was nothing left in front of him but scorched earth.

The extent of the losses suffered this time was unprecedented in the history of the dynasty.

However, when he thought of the lost Yanluo Mirror, which had been passed down for millions of years, Tsunayoshi Taketori felt a lump in his throat, a sweet taste in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You worthless brat, I will not let you get away with this!"