Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Didn't this group of people manage to gather accurate intelligence while carrying out their assassination mission?

Who told you that elite assassins can complete assassination missions?

Ru Yueming stood still, surveying the surroundings with a savage smile on his lips.

To survive in the cruel environment of the Rebellious Bone Zone.

Compassion alone is far from enough!

Under Aizen's shocked gaze, the usually carefree Ruyueming suddenly underwent a tremendous change in aura.

The intense killing intent was like magma erupting from a volcano, surging wildly over the corpses.

A bone-chilling coldness enveloped the approaching shadows precisely, causing them to catch their breath.

This is completely different from the Akira Kisaragi who fought against Soya Mochigō back then.

At this moment, it's as if he has torn off that bloody layer of skin, revealing his most authentic self.

If I had to say, Kisaragi at this moment is more like Retsu Unohana that I saw at the general ambulance that day!

Aizen calmed himself down, the glint in his eyes dimmed, and he gazed calmly at the center of the battlefield.

Brilliant splashes of blood erupted, blooming freely in the air.

Amidst the resounding clang of metal clashing, the assassin's pupils revealed an undisguised shock and horror.

The Zanpakuto vibrated, evolving into a tricky attack angle at his side. In the instant the blades clashed, they wove a net big enough to cover everything around them!

Death Sword Style: Parting the Clouds!

The blade fell, as if an invisible hand had pushed aside the attacker, the dazzling blade light accompanied by a bone-chilling cold as it pierced into the attacker's body.

The air trembled as the blade pierced through the air, and several sounds of flesh tearing apart erupted from the deathly silence. Several more blood flowers bloomed, adding a touch of beauty to the battlefield.

With a single strike, several figures crashed to the ground, falling heavily onto the earth covered in sticky blood.

His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.

Even at the moment of their deaths, they still couldn't believe that a mere student from the Spirit Arts Academy had displayed strength far exceeding that of the Death God's Chief.

Takemoto Shinya's eyes were filled with fear, his hands gripping his Zanpakuto tightly, the tip of the blade pointing upwards, directly in front of him.

He couldn't understand it, much less believe it.

What was supposed to be a sure-fire assassination mission turned into a disaster in an instant, so fast that even he couldn't react in time.

What the hell was that idiot who provided the information?!

Does your elite Grim Reaper really have that kind of power?!

A lapse in intelligence led to the complete failure of the mission.

Even after the initial clash, he was the only one left on his team.

"Rebels?"

As the moonlight shone, a drop of blood rolled down the bright blade and merged into the viscous blood plasma below.

The other party remained silent, not uttering a single word.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it."

"I suppose the Second Division should be able to get you to talk."

Ruyueming had no intention of interrogating anyone. He claimed that he had not offended anyone. If he had to say, the only thing he had done was kill a rogue death god at Zenjoji Temple.

And then...

He suddenly remembered something, raised an eyebrow, and asked with a hint of surprise:

"The Kuchiki family?"

Upon hearing this, Takemoto Shinya's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that under these circumstances, it would be incredibly easy for the other party to kill him.

The reason they didn't take action was entirely because they wanted to get more information from him.

As a former member of the Gotei 13, Takemoto Makoto was even more aware of the Second Division's methods.

Let alone him, even if the captain came, he could extract all the information.

Seemingly recalling some dark memories from the past, Takemoto Makoto shuddered, then looked ahead with a fierce glint in his eyes.

At this moment, Ru Yueming was slowly walking towards him, carrying a knife.

"Hmph, we will never yield!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Takemoto Makoto suddenly raised the blade in his hand and decisively brought it down towards his own abdomen.

puff-

The blade is sharp and clean.

Takemoto Shinichi also felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched the anxiety suddenly appear on the boy's face not far away.

Although I failed to kill you, I preserved the intelligence.

This mission cannot be considered a failure!

As Yueming walked up to Takemoto Shinya, he sighed helplessly:

"Why do you say this is necessary?"

"The mission is almost over, but I still have to work overtime."

Blood gushed from Takemoto Shinya's mouth, rendering him unable to speak. Hearing the boy's sighs beside him, his sense of exhilaration grew stronger.

As long as the enemy doesn't get what they want, then...

Wait a minute, why are you taking your clothes off?!

Takemoto Shin also stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend the boy's actions.

Ru Yueming pulled out a set of common sacrificial robes from somewhere and openly changed his clothes on the bloody battlefield.

Seeing this, Aizen sighed helplessly.

However, Ming is still the same Ming, as unreliable as ever.

Wooden table, incense and candles, teacups, imperial coins...

When Ru Yueming was ready, she discovered that the assassin was still alive.

"It seems your seppuku technique isn't very good."

"If you have the chance in the future, you must practice more."

As he spoke, to Takemoto Shinya's astonishment, Ruyue Ming severed all his life force with a single slash.

"Death is not a way to escape reality."

"Especially in front of the rebellious Palace Master."

The surface of the water in the teacup began to tremble, with ripples spreading out in concentric circles, only to bounce back again the moment they touched the cup wall.

Finally, when everything returned to calm.

Faces filled with fear and disbelief appeared among them.

Even Takemoto Makoto couldn't believe it.

Why can I still see this little devil after I die? Does that mean he died too?

Just as he began to have doubts.

Ru Yueming dipped her fingers into the teacup.

In an instant, an unbearable pain erupted from the depths of the soul, as if it had been torn into countless pieces and then forcibly stitched back together.

At the same time, a familiar voice kept echoing in my ears:

"Fine Matter Wei Junjie..."

"Give us all the information, and we'll give you a quick death."

Before Zhu Benzhen could react, his colleagues had already spilled the beans, telling everyone everything.

Such inhuman torture is enough to break even the most resolute Grim Reaper instantly.

No one can endure the pain of their soul being torn apart.

As Ru Yueming extracted information from the deceased, she frowned slightly, feeling as if she had overlooked something.

The warning signs from the instinct for danger have not yet been dispelled, indicating that the situation is not safe.

Ru Yueming felt a chill run down her spine.

Could it be that there are other experts out there?

Chapter 50: They caught this huge black pot.

"You'd better put away those dangerous thoughts in your head."

Aizen warned, "This is the outskirts, not a no-man's-land."

Hear the words.

Ruyue Ming reluctantly withdrew his spiritual pressure, abandoning the bold idea he had finally come up with.

Actually, his way of thinking is very simple.

Since the source of the danger cannot be found, let's just unleash a barrage of firepower.

The exclusive attribute "[Demon Path Mastery]" reduces the cost of casting Demon Path by 50% while increasing its power by 100%.

While the spiritual pressure might be slightly insufficient, with the support of external aids, if one goes all out, they should be able to spread the Crimson Smoke Release to within sight.

If it can be used, it will be a game-winning move.

Unfortunately, it's unusable...

“I explored this entire forest using spiritual pressure perception.”