Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

"As for the captain, he went to hell along with Lord Aizen."

Yamamoto: "..."

This is outrageous! This wicked disciple has actually taken the initiative to solve the problems of Hell.

I thought this kid was going to enjoy a more extravagant lifestyle, but I never expected him to be so responsible.

Rare and precious.

Seeing that Yamamoto remained silent, Urahara Kisuke bowed deeply.

"Please, Lord Yamamoto."

Looking at the dark circles under Urahara Kisuke's eyes, Yamamoto let out a deep sigh.

What's the point of saying anything now that things have come to this?

He waved his hand, then walked towards the captain's office, leaning on his cane.

Kisuke Urahara watched his departing figure, his face filled with emotion.

Compared to some guy who takes pleasure in exploiting others, this guy is a moral exemplar.

Please, Lord Yamamoto!

…………

hell.

A crisp, clean laugh echoed under the gray sky, and a demonic figure hovered in the air, radiating a terrifying pressure in all directions.

"Now that you have seen me, why do you not bow?"

Below, the wicked, controlled by the will of hell, launched a frenzied attack on Ruyueming, their dazzling light almost staining the earth.

The murky, viscous spiritual pressure filled the battlefield, enough to crush any ordinary Shinigami who stepped into it.

In a battle of this scale, even Shinigami below the rank of vice-captain would be unable to withstand the aftershocks.

However, an attack of this magnitude could not penetrate within a hundred meters of Ruyueming.

The mere release of spiritual pressure is enough to easily annihilate any attack.

If Ru Yueming simply throws a punch and unleashes a Sunset Elephant, a blank space thousands of meters long will appear in front of him.

Unfortunately, killing countless wicked people will not cause any harm to Hell itself.

Unless, like with the previous Kuriyashiki, an entire layer of hell is completely annihilated.

However, doing so would lead to global imbalance and potentially irreversible and terrible consequences.

Someone was having a great time, while Aizen observed and collected data from the sidelines.

Both of them are now at the Transcendent level, and normally there shouldn't be any beings in Hell who can rival them.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

Just as Aizen had finished collecting the data for this layer of hell, a terrifying sword pressure spanning thousands of meters instantly annihilated countless sinners and rushed straight towards him.

Just as the sword was about to touch him, a blue-purple light burst forth from his eyes.

In an instant, a terrifying spiritual pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, crashed down.

The sword hovered in front of him, as if frozen in place.

As cracks continued to appear, it finally shattered into countless points of light with a loud boom, falling like rain.

As the moonlight shone brightly, she turned around and looked in the direction from which the sword pressure had come, exclaiming with delight:

"Are there any masters?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange spiritual pressure descended upon the battlefield, and endless hellish phosphorescence surged forth.

Wherever it went, all the wicked turned into corpses, floating and sinking in the sea of ​​phosphorescent gas.

The newcomer had an ordinary appearance, with messy short black hair and twisted black lines on his skin, and an angelic halo hovering behind him.

It's like blaming someone, but it's also different.

It was extremely bizarre.

Ru Yueming frowned as she observed the other person, feeling inexplicably that they looked somewhat familiar.

It felt like I'd seen it somewhere before.

But he could use Kisuke Urahara's vacation as collateral that he had never met this person, whether in his past life or this one.

"Have future generations reached this point?"

A kind smile appeared on the other person's face as they looked at the two of them with satisfaction.

Aizen frowned, somewhat wary.

The level of pressure from that sword strike just now far exceeded the limits of a normal Death God captain.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself."

The man's lips curled slightly as he flicked away the phosphorescent fumes clinging to his blade, his steady voice echoing in the vast sky:

“I am an unforgivable sinner, you may call me—”

"Shiba."

The update is a bit late, but it still counts as an update.

I wonder if any readers have guessed the final boss's character design.

Chapter 296 Oh no, my head is so itchy!

"Shiba?"

Aizen frowned, pondering the meaning behind those two words.

Combining this person's previous words, he suddenly realized a shocking possibility.

"Zhibo, one of the five progenitors of the noble families?"

The man paused for a moment, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"I never imagined that after a million years, people from later generations would still remember me."

He scratched his head, showing absolutely no air of a strongman, but rather strikingly similar to the bewildered person next to him.

"By the way, how is the Shiba family?"

"How is the Spirit King now? Is he still sealed in the 'spiral full of contradictions'?"

"The aura of the Spirit King was spotted in Hell a while ago; that must have been your doing, right?"

"I'm sorry, because I was sealed away by the other four, I don't know much about what's happening outside."

Ru Yueming grinned and answered quite frankly:

"The Shiba family is still one of the five great noble families."

"As for the Soul King, for some reason, he has been completely liberated, and the wedge of the three realms has been replaced by his son, a Quincy named Yhwach."

Zhibo nodded thoughtfully.

Aizen narrowed his eyes as he observed the other party's performance.

He now understood what the biggest obstacle to solving the problem of hell was.

The five noble ancestors who used the Spirit King to divide the three realms were also beings from the same era as the Spirit King, ancient creatures from millions of years ago.

It's truly unexpected that they too have fallen into hell.

Judging from his attitude, the founder of Shiba had no intention of being their enemy.

His words and personality reminded him of Isshin Shiba, the captain of the 10th Division.

Are genes really that powerful?

According to the intelligence records in the Great Spiritual Library, Shiba's thoughts differed from those of the other four, but he was not clear about the specific details.

While he was deep in thought, Ru Yueming and Zhibo stared at each other, their faces showing a hint of admiration.

There's a sense of mutual respect and regret for not having met sooner.

"What do you call it?"

"No problem, Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, the new Emperor of the Wandenreich, the current King of Hueco Mundo, the Grand Priest of the Shrine of Rebellion, and the Chairman of a technology development company..."

Just like Yueming reciting the names of dishes, under Zhibo's admiring gaze, she rattled off a whole bunch of titles, both random and irrelevant.

"As bright as the moon."

Shiba nodded, indicating that he had noted down the name.

"We have come to Hell this time to completely resolve the problems that exist between the two worlds."

"As a senior in Hell, you should also know that if Hell is allowed to devour the spiritual particles of the Three Realms, an immeasurable and terrible disaster will occur."

Upon hearing this, Zhibo sighed helplessly:

"Although I really want to help you, I have no choice right now, so..."

"Bless yourself."

Under Aizen's expectant gaze, the other raised his long sword, black phosphorescence spiraling around the blade, an eerie aura spreading outwards.

The sea of ​​phosphorus below surged with towering waves, one after another, as if to swallow hell whole.

The next moment, Shiba suddenly disappeared, and a figure holding a long sword suddenly appeared in front of Ruyueming, with only the whites of his eyes left, staring intently ahead, and the long sword slashed down without saying a word.

"Good thing you came."

Asuka Akira grinned maliciously, drew his Zanpakuto from who-knows-where, and charged straight at the enemy.

boom! !

The instant the blades clashed, a jet-black sphere of light suddenly expanded, instantly engulfing an area spanning a hundred kilometers.

The aftershocks transformed into a colossal wave, utterly destroying everything in its path.