Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Endless solitude, before the dense purple torrent, is like paper, illuminating everything in its path.

An explosive power erupted within the Avici Hell, and a vast, ocean-like spiritual pressure surged through it.

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Space twisted wildly, with deep lines scattered around the rushing water, as if trying to devour this inescapable, hellish realm.

Reikoku Saizo unleashed his spiritual pressure in an attempt to maintain his Bankai.

But his actions were futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. A terrifying spiritual storm emanated from Aizen, spreading in all directions, accompanied by a constant, chilling creaking sound.

Click!

The dark purple torrent surged endlessly, flowing freely.

In an instant, a deafening roar echoed in Saizo's ears, and he looked in horror toward Aizen.

The materialized spiritual pressure surged forth, transforming into a ferocious dragon roaring across the sky. Its icy gaze fell upon the dragon, and an endless sense of oppression erupted from the depths of the soul.

Suppressing them from all sides!

The dragon, high above, launched its attack.

The dark purple torrent poured down like a curtain from the sky, instantly filling the realm of Avici Hell and rendering it with endless darkness.

As the deafening crash resounded, everything in sight was utterly obliterated, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Avici Hell, shattered!

Of course, when Aizen reappeared on the boundless water, what came into view was a familiar face grinning with big teeth.

Seeing that Ru Yueming was alright, he felt relieved.

With a sigh, Aizen vanished and reappeared in front of Saizo Gakuen, who was severely injured due to the destruction of his Bankai.

Without a word, he raised his hand and slashed, extinguishing all his life force.

Nikotsu Saizo didn't say anything, nor did he show any hysteria because the plan failed. Instead, he revealed a strange smile.

Upon seeing this, Aizen couldn't help but feel a little worried.

It seems the matter is not over yet.

Seeing that even the rebellious Cai Zang was instantly dealt with, Shan Ding Si You Pin completely gave up resisting.

These younger generations are all terrifying.

Wasn't it Hado No. 99 that just tore apart Avici Hell?

Ha, fighting this kind of monster is worse than dying sooner.

Thinking of this, he grabbed his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and launched a suicidal attack on Ru Yueming.

Upon seeing this, Ru Yueming's eyes lit up, and he immediately felt a sense of rarity in finding a kindred spirit.

Back in Soul Society, he had explained the advantages of Hakuda (white-hat fighting) to Kenpachi Zaraki countless times, but the latter remained completely unmoved and ignored him.

He even claimed that punching people wasn't as satisfying as cutting them with a knife, which is completely inconsistent with his public image.

Even Aizen scoffed at this and showed no intention of joining.

Left with no other choice, Akira could only stick to this path with Yamamoto, occasionally exchanging experiences and techniques of white-handed fighting with Yoruichi.

Now that we've finally met someone who shares our values, how could we let Ruyueming be unhappy?

"I am not alone on this path!"

As he spoke, he happily used all his strength against Consort Shanding Temple's double bones.

boom!

A massive explosion resounded in the sky, the powerful impact causing the lake surface to burst open instantly, creating towering waves and countless splashes of water, like a torrential downpour.

The moment their fists collided, Zenjoji Yupin realized that she had underestimated the monster before her.

An unimaginable, terrifying force surged forth, and his hardened body could not withstand it for even a second.

Skin, flesh, bones—everything was pulverized.

Blood splattered, bodies collapsed, and a kaleidoscope of colors intertwined, painting yet another picture of hell.

The moment the uncontrollable, excruciating pain erupted from the depths of her nerves, Zenjoji Yubin's consciousness vanished.

Death comes.

“The purity is too low.”

Ruyueming looked at Shanding Temple Yubin, whom he had just punched to death, and shook his head in disappointment: "Is someone with this level of skill worthy of fighting alongside the old man Shan?"

"She's not even as good as Yoruichi when she's piloting the Thunder Beast."

Having defeated all the enemies, Aizen approached Akira and asked:

How do we get out of hell?

Ru Yueming tilted her head curiously: "Don't you come up with all the solutions?"

"I'll take care of charging into battle, and you'll take care of the schemes and tricks. Our division of labor has always been very clear, okay!"

Aizen: "?"

He always thought that although Ruyueming was a bit silly on ordinary days, she wouldn't let him down in crucial moments.

As a result, he recklessly plunged into hell and ended up with no way to leave.

"Haha, just kidding."

Ru Yueming grinned, "Do you really think I'm such an unintelligent person?"

"Sousuke, you're so superficial!"

"We've known each other for so long, yet you still haven't noticed my strengths."

"Compared to my indestructible body, my extraordinary wisdom is the key to my dominance over the world and my many escapes from the old man's clutches!"

As she spoke, Ru Yueming stretched out her arm, her five fingers spread wide: "Sword, come!"

The air trembled, and the gently rippling lake surface suddenly parted to the sides, from which a streak of light shot out and landed precisely in his hand.

Despite having seen him many times, Aizen couldn't help but fall silent the next time he saw him.

He boasted that he already didn't care enough about fleeting illusions, but someone else's behavior was even more outrageous than his.

He can easily twirl and throw knives; it's beyond just being skilled at it.

It's practically become an instinct.

Mingming Wujie's abilities are quite strong.

Aizen shook his head, not wanting to offer much comment.

"The big boss told me this before I came."

As Yueming said earnestly, "Hell is a world independent of the Three Realms. Its existence dates back to the primordial world, that is, before the Three Realms were separated."

"Therefore, even his power would be difficult to transmit into hell."

"To prevent us from falling completely into hell and becoming the culprits there, the boss entrusted a portion of his power to the Boundless Realm."

"Simply release it, and you can open the gates of hell."

A thoughtful look flashed in Aizen's eyes.

Ru Yueming didn't care about Mimi Hagi's identity, but he couldn't be indifferent to it.

It descended from the sky in ancient times as a sacrifice to the right arm of the Spirit King, and is the object of a deity who controls the power of stillness.

Even now, Aizen still doesn't understand what it was about Akira that attracted Mimihachi's attention, making him the spokesperson for the gods and even granting his every wish.

They're even closer to him than his own son.

If it weren't for the fact that the two characters, one human and one god, seemed completely unrelated, Aizen would have even suspected that Akira Kisaragi was Mimihagi's illegitimate son.

Or perhaps, this guy is the Spirit King's illegitimate son?

Aizen seemed lost in thought.

Akira was intently fiddling with his Zanpakuto, completely oblivious to the changing expressions on his mischievous friend's face. As he poured all his spiritual pressure into it, a faint light emanated from the blade:

"Hey, good, it's done!"

A dark shadow appeared, outlining a single eye mark on the blade.

As the moon shone, she gripped the sword with both hands and slashed straight at the empty space in front of her.

Under Aizen's slightly surprised gaze, the space shattered, gradually unfolding a passage resembling a black cavity, from which a familiar spiritual energy fluctuation emanated.

It's not hard to tell that the other side of the passage is the Soul Society.

The shadow detached from the blade, transforming into tree-branch-like patterns that remained fixed at the edge of the passage, extending continuously inward.

As his departure became imminent, Aizen suddenly felt a pang of regret.

He had been too brutal just now, acting like a vengeful person trapped in hell, something he had never studied before.

Is this being, which has been dead for thousands of years, considered a grim reaper, or some other kind of being?

What is the basis for their existence? The power of hell?

Or is it some kind of rule?

Thinking about his recent forbidden research, a burning desire rose in Aizen's heart. If only he could take a few scapegoats from Hell...

Just as he was pondering this, the calm surface of the lake below began to ripple.

Tiny vortexes appeared and gradually expanded, forming a huge vortex spanning several miles in the blink of an eye.

Such a commotion could not be kept from the two of them.

"This is……"

Ru Yueming stroked his chin, pondering, "Has a BOSS appeared?"

boom! !

Endless sprays of water shot into the sky, and a colossal creature tens of meters tall appeared before them. Its deformed body displayed extreme power, and its iron-blue skin highlighted its formidable defense.

“When other culprits made their moves before, they also triggered the appearance of this creature.”