Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

The moment he looked in the direction where the whistling wind came from, his golden pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

The golden-red tail flame passed across the deep red dome, as if it was a heavy finishing touch by a painter, completely dividing the background color of the sky.

The spiritual pressure roared, like thunder coming from the dome, and it fell directly on Arturo's position with the sound of air explosion.

Boom!

Under the sky, a huge mushroom cloud exploded above the ruins, and the turbulent air flow swept over, swallowing up everything visible and invisible within sight.

The ground was blown apart, and countless pieces of rubble splashed everywhere. However, before they could fly out, they were melted into nothingness by the rolling hot flames.

If the aftermath is this severe, one can imagine the destructive power within the flame.

The shrill screams even drowned out the explosion of the Sparrow Bee Thunder Whip. The spiritual pressure that escaped from the outside world rolled and swept towards the inside under the surging air flow.

When everything calmed down, Arturo's arrogant figure was no longer in the sky.

Komamura Zuozhen took a step forward to investigate. The ground was shaking and buzzing, and countless dust was constantly stirred up into the air as the black-armored warrior ran.

Inside a deep pit with a diameter of several hundred meters, a figure that could not be distinguished as a human was crawling inside, with charred flesh and blood turned over, exposing the eerie white bones. Under the extreme high temperature damage, most of the body had been melted and disappeared, and even only half of the head was left.

If it weren't for the remaining spiritual pressure, one might have thought he was completely dead.

"Let me deliver the final blow!"

As a veteran captain of the Shinigami team, Komamura Satsuki naturally understands the principle of taking advantage of an opponent's weakness to kill him, and his justice is to serve different people differently.

However, when the giant blade emitting a cold light was raised, the non-human-like object in the charred pit suddenly surged with countless flesh and blood, as if countless tentacles were entwined and intertwined, and in just a moment, it weaved into Arturo's complete figure.

“How could this be!?” Komamura Sajin’s pupils shrank suddenly, “Impossible…”

A brilliant blade light burst out from the deep pit, and Arturo slashed down diagonally with his robe reversed, immediately splitting a hideous crack in the left formation of Komamura in front of him, with the eerie white bones visible!

A large amount of blood burst out like a fountain, and Komamura Sajin fell to his knees again, with his blood staining the ground like a river.

"Just a little bit."

Arturo walked out of the deep pit slowly, his golden pupils locked onto the figure of Soi Fong in front of him, his tyrannical aura almost condensed into substance.

"Just a little bit."

"The great Arturo Pratido has completely perished!"

"You bunch of death gods really make my heart shiver!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Arturo turned into a stream of light and rushed straight towards Soi Fong in the distance. A surging spiritual pressure lingered below him, and the hideous evil spirit skull appeared above him again, letting out a silent roar.

The wind was blowing hard and the dust was flying.

Seeing this, Soi Feng bit her lower lip lightly, and despite her fatigue, she raised the Sparrow Bee Thunder Whip in her hand again, wanting to condense another missile that could kill with one strike.

When she first mastered Bankai, she could only use it once every three days. However, as she practiced Shunhong with Sufeng, her spiritual pressure increased and her physical fitness strengthened, she could barely use it once a day.

If we use it now, it will inevitably cause serious burden on the body.

Just as his spiritual pressure was surging and the Sparrow Bee Thunder Whip was condensing and forming, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"That's enough, Broken Bee."

"You've done well enough..."

A familiar figure appeared in front of her. Although he did not have a domineering aura, he made people feel at ease for some reason.

"I..." Soi Feng hesitated to speak, with a gleam of light in her eyes.

At this time, Arturo had already rushed over, with a ferocious and cruel smile appearing on his handsome face, which looked particularly weird.

"Is there another one to die?"

"It doesn't matter, I will send you to hell one by one!"

Beneath the twisted rage, a roar that sounded like an inhuman voice rang out.

The blade emitting a brilliant rainbow-like light was surrounded by blood-red spiritual pressure. When it was chopped, the air flow was separated to both sides, as if it wanted to cut through the space as well. The twisted lines kept fluctuating on both sides of the blade, and the fierce aura almost condensed into substance!

There was madness in Arturo's pupils, and he seemed to have seen the beautiful scene of the Grim Reaper being split in half and blood splattered before him.

However, he did not notice that when the Grim Reaper appeared on the battlefield, the other captains restrained their spiritual pressure and even their states became extremely relaxed, as if they were relaxed after the end of a battle.

Boom!

The blade fell, and a blood-red spiritual pressure like a tidal wave came overwhelming, submerging and swallowing up everything within sight.

Arturo's expression was completely frozen at this moment.

A horrifying picture was reflected in those golden pupils!

His attack, which contained all his might, was unexpectedly easily blocked by the opponent. With just a white index finger standing by his side, the blade could no longer move forward even a little bit!

"The dirty waves, the mad boat."

"Boiling, numb, flickering, sleepless."

Sufeng looked at Arturo in front of him calmly, and his indifferent voice sounded like a death bell, echoing over the empty ruins.

A more frightening sense of danger than before completely enveloped him. The breath of death filled his surroundings, as if countless tiny insects were frantically gnawing at his heart. Fear descended!

Arturo tried to draw out his blade, but found that his muscles were stiff and even moving his eyeballs became extremely difficult.

He didn't know when, the invisible spiritual pressure had covered his body. Not to mention drawing the sword, even breathing became extremely difficult.

Every beat of his heart seemed to bring him one step closer to death.

"The princess of steel also corrodes, and the clay doll also collapses."

"Gather, confront the enemy, and fill the ground to show them that they are powerless!"

The ghost spell was still being chanted, and black twisted lines had already appeared all around. The space was twisting wildly, and the materialized blood-red spiritual pressure was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Ninety of the Broken Dao: Black Coffin!"

The moment the last ghost spell fell, the long black coffin was sealed layer by layer, like an iron wall that completely engulfed Arturo's body.

Puff, puff, puff—

Countless black sharp blades appeared from the long coffin, splitting the body into countless pieces in just a moment.

However, how could Arturo, known as the Immortal King, die so easily? His ability to create organs, regenerate his body, and regenerate to the extreme allowed him to heal his wounds at an incredible speed.

But the black coffin still stood in the same place, and the sharp blade made of black shadows once again split his body into pieces, killing his life.

It's like being stuck in a dead loop.

The movement did not stop until Arturo's spiritual pressure was completely eliminated.

When the black coffin collapsed, a pile of minced meat appeared on the ruins.

"This is quite high-quality living experiment material!"

After the battle, Kurotsuchi Mayuri appeared from some corner. He looked like a glowing starfish, emitting dazzling golden light. He looked at the black coffin standing in front of him with a greedy look on his face.

"I just invaded the Great Spiritual Book Corridor again and found some information about Arturo Pratido."

"Extreme regeneration, a powerful ability to recover even if the head is destroyed..."

Kurotsuchi Mayuri's eyes seemed to have been transformed into light bulbs, flashing brightly as he narrated the relevant information in a crooked manner.

Su Feng glanced at this guy. His eyes were indifferent but made him feel uneasy. After a moment of silence, a calm voice finally sounded:

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Arturo's death provided Sufeng with a slight increase in his spiritual pressure and an improvement in his soul strength.

As an autonomous Arrancar, Vastrod's strength is still quite good. Even when facing the siege of several captains, he can still hold his own.

If he had not been hit head-on by the Sparrow Bee Thunder Whip, he would probably have continued playing like a cat playing with mouse for a while.

In the First Team's barracks, next to a blazing stove, a knife blade burning with warm flames was inserted into the mouth of the stove, and on it were placed a few charred sweet potatoes.

The old man stared at the changes in the sweet potato intently, but his attention was on the violent spiritual pressure emanating from the outside world.

Only after Arturo's spiritual pressure completely disappeared did he heave a sigh of relief and turn his attention back to the sweet potatoes:

"Damn it, my sweet potatoes!"

After confirming that there were no other ghost seals under the double execution ground, Sufeng and others temporarily left the area and ordered other Death God soldiers to come and repair it.

However, not long after they left.

Not long after Arturo's death, the spirit particles above the ruins lingered and swayed, gradually solidifying and turning into drops of black liquid that drifted away like raindrops...

Chapter 276 Aizen's True Purpose

The virtual circle, the virtual night palace.

Above the magnificent palace, several figures were walking inside, and their steady and calm footsteps echoed in the empty environment.

"Welcome back to the Palace of Kyūya, Lord Aizen."

Sar Apollo, with his golden and powdery hair, bowed gracefully and said, "We have been waiting for you for a long time."

Aizen did not reply, but walked forward and sat on the throne in the center of the palace.

He looked down at the people below with a calm gaze. The Arrancars with different expressions were waiting for the new orders from the King of Kyūyaku.

"Please explain the latest intelligence, Granz."

Aizen tilted his head and rested his right hand on his cheek. Although his voice was soft, it spread throughout the palace and reached the ears of every Arrancar.

"The Void Kingdom still has no unusual movements. It is only searching for the stationing location of the Invisible Empire within its territory."

"Although there have been many conflicts with us, the losses are still within an acceptable range."

Sal Apollo reached out and lifted the hair that fell beside his ear. An elegant temperament emerged spontaneously, and a steady voice sounded again in the palace:

"On the contrary, the Invisible Empire has been quite active recently, often appearing in small groups near the Palace of Night, but they were all dealt with by Rudborn and Nnoitra."

"As for the information you gave me, I have tried to study it in depth, but there is still not much progress..."

Everyone was silent. Sal Apollo seemed to be performing, sometimes in a loud voice and sometimes calmly narrating various recent intelligence.

Aizen did not interrupt the whole process, but just listened quietly. Only after all the information was summarized, his voice rang out in the silent air:

"Because of someone's presence, our plans need to be adjusted accordingly."

His voice was calm and indifferent, without any emotion:

"Before we fight for the throne above the sky, we should first get rid of the guys who are in the way..."

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Soul Society, Seireitei.

Arturo's death did not cause much commotion.

Even though this guy almost overturned the existence of Soul Society.

On the double execution ground, the battle between Sufeng and Aizen undoubtedly directly raised the captains' horizons.

The anti-membrane that claimed to separate the world was shattered by a single blow.

The spiritual pressure that is enough to suffocate a captain-level Shinigami almost covers the entire world.

The title of the strongest god of death in Soul Society in a thousand years has quietly changed hands.

Even Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni himself had to admit this.

After all, with his strength, the only way to break the anti-membrane is to destroy the entire Soul Society and plunge the world into chaos again.

In terms of expressiveness alone, his disciple Tsunayashiro Sufu has already surpassed him.

This also made Yamamoto Genryusai behave in a bad mood for a period of time afterwards.

Under his supervision, Soul Society began a new round of reconstruction work.

Repair of underground pipelines, filling of gaps in the Sixth Division's jurisdiction, reconstruction of the tower near the Palace of Confession...

The rebellion of Aizen and others did not result in too many casualties, but it caused extremely serious damage to the buildings of Seireitei.

Fortunately, all these expenses were paid for by the wealthy Kuchiki family.

To this day, Chojiro Suzuki still remembers the response of the 23rd head of the Kuchiki family.

When he handed over the bill, Kuchiki Byakuya simply glanced at it and replied casually: