Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The flesh and blood shattered, directly breaking half of his right shoulder.

Szayelaporro let out a defeated wail as he plummeted from the sky, crashing into the chaotic, silvery desert and creating a deep crater.

As for Ulquiorra's Thunder Spear, it struck Ruyueming's body with perfect accuracy.

However, his performance was only slightly better than Grimmjow's.

A tear in the skin revealed the bright red flesh inside, but before the blood could flow out, the wound healed rapidly.

Ulquiorra's eye twitched.

"The Sigh of Death".

Barragan raised his withered, bony fingers, uttering a low groan of the dead, as the accumulated power of aging transformed into a jet-black sphere.

It flew out in an instant and landed as bright as the moon.

bang——

A dense black mist exploded outwards, engulfing his body, and the power of time eroded his seemingly indestructible spiritual defenses.

In Barragán's empty eyes, the flame of his soul flickered wildly.

It was as if I had witnessed something unbelievable.

The effects of aging are effective, but not as effective as one might imagine.

The rate of decay was even slower than the rate of regeneration of Ruyueming. He withstood the erosion of the power of time and unfurled black wings interwoven with lightning and fire on his back.

Like a demon god descending, looking down upon all living beings...

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Chapter 214 is today.

Faced with Ruyue Ming, who was like a demon god descending, even with all four of them going all out, they were still beaten to a pulp and had no chance to fight back.

Perhaps spurred on by Lilynette's words, or perhaps out of a playful mindset, Stark abandoned his usual lazy demeanor.

They directly unleashed their latest powerful weapon, the Cero Cloud Bomb.

A massive mushroom cloud rose from the boundless desert, transforming into the most dazzling light and turning the deep night into day.

Then he was suddenly brought close by Ruyue Ming and knocked offline with a straight punch.

As a self-made Arrancar, the Stark's ability to persist for so long is already a testament to his exceptional talent.

In contrast, Szayelaporro, who took the initiative to engage in close combat with Ruyue Ming, focused on his incomplete limbs, with many tentacles being torn off and even half of his body missing.

If it weren't for the Super Regeneration skill, such severe injuries would have been enough for Ruyue Ming to go to hell to rescue him.

As for Ulquiorra, he managed to buy himself a few more seconds by dodging left and right with his pair of demonic wings.

Barragán readily conceded defeat, showing no intention of fighting whatsoever.

In his words, seating arrangements are not important; the biggest loss would be if he were unable to read due to injury.

After the debate, Ru Yueming was unharmed, while his generals fell to the ground and could not get up.

"I am truly sorry that I could not make Your Majesty use your full strength."

As Szayelaporro regained his body, he revealed a fawning smile:

"So, Your Majesty, if you wish to have a good time next time, could you grant me a small wish?"

"Because I have sensed the opportunity for a perfect life in you..."

This wasn't the first time Szayelaporro had done something like this.

Every time his strength improves, this guy tries to get some blood or flesh for research.

Out of consideration for Sárcavaro's unwavering loyalty, Ruyueming would always give him some.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he drew his sword, Wujie, which was enveloped in spiritual pressure. The muscles on his arm bulged, and his power exploded.

Split Huashan with all your strength!

boom--

A deafening roar erupted, and Ru Yueming's arm remained unharmed, though several nicks appeared on the sharp blade.

Everyone: "..."

Following the king has indeed broadened my horizons.

Someone who tries to cut themselves with their own Zanpakuto, only to have the blade break, is probably one of the most ridiculous examples in the million-year history of Soul Society.

This is one of a kind.

Fortunately, damage to the Zanpakuto before its release won't have a significant impact; if the spiritual pressure is sufficient, it will recover quickly.

Ru Yueming incorporated the black flames, which had been fused with the patterns of the black coffin, into the Boundless Realm, greatly enhancing its destructive power. Finally, after much effort, she managed to remove a small piece of flesh and blood and hand it over to Szayelaporro.

Cherish it well.

"If you want it again next time, you'll have to ask Old Man Shan for help."

Szayelaporro's lips twitched, and he was immediately speechless.

He naturally knew who the old man from the mountain that Ruyue Ming was talking about was. When he invaded Soul Society, he originally planned to kidnap Ruyue Ming and put her in a container for subsequent experiments.

As a result, he was frightened away by a spiritual pressure as intense as the blazing sun.

Even today, Szayelaporro still feels a sense of unease whenever he recalls that terrifying spiritual pressure that seemed like an abyss.

Even if our current strength is more than ten times greater than it was back then, it's still the same.

Szayelaporro believed he had absolutely no chance of winning against Yamamoto Shigekuni.

Death will be the only way out.

Perhaps, only monsters can fight monsters.

For example, our own king...

…………

First team.

As Yamamoto savored the fine tea delivered by Kuchiki Ginrei, savoring the lingering sweetness between his teeth, a smile slowly spread across his old face.

Recently, the Soul Society has been peaceful, with no disgusting nobles disturbing the peace and no Hollows unexpectedly entering Rukongai.

Furthermore, because the squad leaders had revealed some information about the Wandenreich at their meeting, the squads immediately began to show signs of prosperity.

In addition to their daily tasks, most team members spend an extra one or two hours training each day.

The overall strength of the Gotei 13 is steadily increasing.

However, the Eleventh Division also deserves credit for this.

Because the Eleventh Division was so competitive, it also boosted the enthusiasm of the other divisions.

Although it's not as good as those brutes, it's still much better than before.

This gave Yamamoto more confidence in confronting the impending threat of the invisible empire.

Perhaps in the near future, the Thirteenth Division will surpass the original Thirteenth Division and become the true mainstay in protecting Soul Society.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's expression showed some relief.

Speaking of which, hasn't my own wayward disciple been a bit too quiet lately?

Could it be that she's changed her personality?

Yamamoto suddenly remembered Akira Kisaragi, who had been barely noticeable lately, and a bad feeling inexplicably arose in his heart.

I have a feeling that this wicked disciple is plotting something big for himself.

The moment this idea came to mind, hearty and unrestrained laughter echoed down the corridor outside:

"Senior Sparrowbeard, when do you think I, Asuka Akira, will become the number one in Soul Society?"

Sparrow: "..."

What's gotten into this kid now?

Is that something he can answer?

You're tough as nails, you can withstand the Ryujin Jakka, but this old man wants to live a couple more years.

Before the sparrows could answer, Asuka Akira gave the answer:

"Today, today!"

"Overthrow Yamamoto's tyranny, and the world will belong to Kisaragi!"

wow——

The wooden door of the tea room was slammed open, and the scorching heat swept across the corridor. Although it was still early spring, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly felt like midsummer.

The master and apprentice exchanged a glance, as if they had reached some kind of secret signal, and without saying a word, they headed towards the back mountain of the First Squadron.

It's like two good buddies who often go to get their feet washed; they don't need to say much nonsense, a single glance is enough for them to know what the other is thinking.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Quebu sighed helplessly.

He really is like a child at heart.

Since taking Kisaragi Akira as his apprentice, Lord Yamamoto's mindset has become increasingly youthful.

If it were before, I would have used a full-power Ryujin Jakka attack much earlier, instead of proceeding step by step like this.

I should go and see for myself, lest I accidentally get carried away and destroy Seireitei.

On the desolate back mountain.

Looking at the proud young man standing opposite him, Yamamoto grinned, and a fiery aura surged from his body, causing the surrounding air to distort.

With a tug on his haori and a pull on his shihaka, the captain revealed a muscular body covered in scars, exuding a ferocious aura.

Since my own unfilial disciple is being so stubborn, I'll loosen his skin a bit.