Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Before he could think too much, the azure holy arrow of destruction had already pierced the sky and was heading straight for Chojiro.

Faced with Hasward's attack, Chojiro Sasaki could only desperately dodge.

The two are not on the same level, and a direct confrontation is simply unrealistic.

As the distance between the two widened, the battle between Yhwach and Yamamoto Shigekuni entered a heated phase.

"You've gotten old, Yamamoto Shigekuni."

Yhwach scoffed, "The mighty sword of fire is no more; you can't even harm me now."

"Bullshit!"

Yamamoto roared, and with a casual wave of his hand, a crimson flame that swept across the heavens and earth engulfed Yhwach in front of him.

However, this powerful attack, which was enough to annihilate Captain Death, vanished the instant the azure light rose.

The light screen unfolded, and the barracks were covered by a massive battle formation.

Holy chants - Hymns of the Sanctuary!

One after another, the Crosses of Annihilation rose from the ground, crushing the barracks with overwhelming force and surrounding Yamamoto, who was engulfed in flames.

"This is the true power of the Quincy."

Yhwach's deep voice echoed through the ruins:

"Yamamoto Shigekuni, you don't actually think you can defeat me, do you?"

"If it weren't for Hyosube Ichibei's interference, I would have torn you to pieces a thousand years ago!"

The only response he received was Yamamoto's cold snort and a burst of flames that seemed to reach the sky.

"Scorching Hell!"

The ground cracked open, and scorching magma surged through the fissures, transforming into towering pillars of fire that annihilated the Extinction Cross.

"Solution—"

"Remnant Fire Sword!"

…………

Inside the Hueco Mundo Palace, in the conference hall.

Aizen sat in his usual spot, where the moon shone brightly, with a female Arrancar standing beside him holding a teapot. Dozens of figures sat around the huge conference table.

Yamamoto and the others looked at the teacup in front of them with strange expressions, and at the steaming black tea.

"Have you received them all?"

"Although my tea-making skills are not as good as the Captain-Commander's, they have their own unique charm."

Aizen's gentle voice echoed in the empty palace, "Everyone can drink while I speak."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi grinned and pressed the operation function.

Suddenly, a vortex appeared on the conference table, and a huge light screen rose up, reflecting in everyone's eyes.

Looking at the image on it, everyone's expressions became even stranger.

Aizen elegantly sipped his black tea, set down the cup, and slowly said:

"This is the war in Seireitei now, fierce and tragic, with soldiers and even officers sacrificing themselves every moment."

"The Quincy trained by Ming are even more powerful than expected."

"However, there's no need to worry too much."

Aizen's gaze swept over everyone, and his calm voice reached their ears.

"From beginning to end, we have only one goal."

"That's Yhwach..."

Chapter 287 Farewell, Yamamoto Shigekuni

The charred black blade sealed all the flames inside, and the air was filled with an uncontrollable high temperature.

The moisture evaporated rapidly, and the Shinigami and Quincy closest to the First Division barracks felt as if the sun had descended, their flesh and blood instantly approaching a state of desiccation.

Without daring to delay for even a moment, everyone put down the battle at hand and instantly left the area.

Even Haschward, the commander of the Sternritter, couldn't help but frown, looking worriedly in the direction from which the high temperature was coming from.

Are you worried about Yhwach?

Chojiro Sasakibara raised his Zanpakuto high, and a dazzling golden spiritual pressure shot into the sky.

"However, being distracted during battle is not a good habit."

"Solution—"

"Huang Huang Yan Ling left the palace!"

Thick, dark clouds appeared in the azure sky, and the slender rapier seemed like a lightning rod, with arcs of electricity crackling across it.

As a beam of light shot out from the tip of the blade, the dark clouds were tinged with gold, outlining patterns that instantly wove together a magnificent golden canopy, covering and concealing Chojiro Sasakibe.

Golden light swirled and flowed within, radiating an astonishing aura of destruction, before eleven bolts of lightning scattered and fell into the earth.

Chojiro Sasakibara, with a serious expression, swung his Zanpakuto, the tip of which touched the lightning.

The next moment, all the lightning bolts disappeared into the blade.

The once ordinary Western sword instantly became dazzling with golden light, exuding a majestic aura.

"Hmm, a very powerful move."

Hasward's expression remained unchanged as he calmly observed everything before him, even allowing the other party to accumulate power and raise their momentum to its peak.

Seeing this, Chojiro did not become angry despite the other party's disdain.

For an elder who has lived for over two thousand years, few external events can affect their state of being.

From the moment he activated his Bankai, Chojiro Sasakibe's only goal remained:

Kill the person in front of you!

The moment the dazzling light burst forth from the rapier-shaped Yanling Maru, Chojiro Sasakibe moved.

He transformed into lightning, instantly traversing the distance of space.

Suddenly, the world darkened, thick, dark clouds pressed down, and the sound of flesh being torn apart echoed softly in my ears.

Chojiro Sasaki and Haschward passed each other, their backs to each other.

Looking at his chest cavity, which had almost been pierced, Haschward seemed oblivious to the pain, calmly commenting:

"A very good Bankai."

"As expected of the vice-captain of the First Division."

Chojiro Sasaki turned around, his brows furrowed as he stared at the person in front of him, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

Isn't this guy afraid of dying?

Even though his heart had been melted by lightning, why did he still appear so calm and unconcerned about his injuries?

"I bet you're thinking this guy's gone mad."

"Or perhaps, this person has some hidden trump card."

Hasward spread his left hand, and a large number of spiritual particles gathered in his palm, instantly forming a shield with rhomboid star-cross protrusions.

The next moment, all his injuries disappeared.

Several cracks appeared on the shield.

Upon seeing this, Chojiro Sasakibe felt a bad premonition.

A massive scale appeared above Hasward, and as one weight sank, the ominous premonition became reality.

In Hasward's right hand, spiritual particles gathered, forming a magnificent spiritual sword.

Then, he raised his hand and swung it towards Chojiro Sasaki.

Let's end it here.

An invisible force enveloped Chojiro Sasakibe, and the destructive power of the Bankai from Genryumaru erupted from his body. Even his spiritual pressure defenses could not withstand this terrifying power.

The Bankai, which had not been used for two thousand years, was activated for the first time, sending the user directly back to the mountains and rivers of Soul Society.

The extreme heat erupted instantly, directly incinerating Chojiro's body and annihilating it into countless spiritual particles that merged into the atmosphere.

Having eliminated Yhwach's biggest worry, Hasward turned his head and looked towards the team dormitory, the worry that had been on his face now completely gone.

Instead, there was a sense of entanglement and struggle.

"Your Majesty, where does the Quincy's future lie?"

…………

Upon noticing that Chojiro Sasakibe's spiritual pressure had disappeared, Yhwach's deep and ferocious face immediately revealed a savage and gleeful smile.

He truly deserves to be his most trusted knight.

Well done, Haschward!

"Yamamoto Shigekuni, you should have sensed it by now, right?"

Yhwach grinned maliciously, "The pain of losing your closest loved ones has slowed down your Zanpakuto!"

Yamamoto didn't speak, he just calmly swung his sword.

The Zanka, which seals all the flames into its blade, is powerful enough to obliterate everything it touches, including Yhwach's Quincy Cross.

In just a few brief encounters, he showed signs of decline.

To be honest, Chojiro Sasaki's death did not cause him any pain; on the contrary, he swung his sword even faster.

The so-called psychological warfare is based on the premise that both sides have equal intelligence.

Poor Yhwach, you have no idea what you're going through.