Death God: Unrivaled in sharpness, the greatest captain of all time!

Kensei Muguruma's pupils contracted sharply, large drops of cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and the muscles in his arm holding the Zanpakuto tensed and trembled violently.

Subsequently.

Two figures crisscrossed, and everywhere there were sword shadows that were imperceptible to the naked eye. The spiritual pressure emanating from them snapped trees in half and revealed dark, deep cracks in the earth!

Its destructive power is extremely astonishing.

Not long after.

A figure was sent flying backwards, but was caught firmly by the middle-aged man in the pink haori.

now.

Kensei Muguruma was covered in slash marks, looking bloody and extremely miserable.

His hands were empty; his Zanpakuto had long since been knocked away and was nowhere to be found.

Kyoraku Shunsui narrowed his eyes as he looked down at Kenpachi Zaraki.

This Kenpachi Zaraki...

They already possess the strength of a top-tier captain!

027. The Beginning of Liberation! The Heavens Separate All Things! (Speaking)

"Captain, we've lost?"

The onlookers were startled, their scalps tingling. 8

Looking at Kenpachi, standing tall and imposing in the arena with only two insignificant slash marks on his chest, and Kensei Muguruma, looking utterly miserable, he gasped.

Terrifying! 3

Captain of the Gotei 13! 9

Even in Soul Society, he was already an incredibly powerful figure, yet even such a powerful figure couldn't withstand Kenpachi Zaraki? 6

Is this the true value of a man standing at the top of Rukongai? 4

"I heard that Chiyo Kuchiki is also at the captain level. I wonder how far he can go!"

"Kensei Rokkaku was in such a bad state, even if Chiya Kuchiki is strong, he can't be that much stronger than the captain!"

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, shaking their heads and sighing.

Simultaneously.

I was even more impressed by Kenpachi Zaraki's strength.

Kenpachi, Kensei, Shunsui Kyoraku...

The immense spiritual pressure emanating from these individuals made it incredibly difficult for them to breathe.

"Kuchiki Senya!"

"Come out and fight me!"

Kenpachi Zaraki haphazardly slung his sword over his shoulder, revealing a set of white teeth that resembled the sharp fangs of a tiger, his entire aura exuding an incomparably ferocious and violent power.

The spiritual pressure seemed to materialize, as heavy as a mountain, pouring out wildly in all directions!

Looking forward to further battles.

Kyoraku Shunsui then briefly treated Rokusha Kensei's injuries and exhaled.

His face relaxed a little.

"Fortunately, it just looks bad, but it's not a particularly serious injury," Kyoraku Shunsui murmured softly.

It seems.

Kenpachi Zaraki simply wants to fight, to find strong opponents to battle!

They didn't kill people outright, and aside from the spiritual pressure disturbing the people, they didn't attack civilians.

"Damn it! That Kenpachi..." Kensei Rokusha opened his eyes, the stinging pain in his body telling him of his defeat.

He glared at Kenpachi Zaraki, gritting his teeth.

"His Zanpakuto hasn't even been released yet, but his power and speed are simply terrifying!"

"This time, he's only after Kuchiki Chiya."

"Can Chiyo Kuchiki hold out?"

A hint of worry appeared in Kensei Muguruma's eyes.

"Kuchiki Chiyo is no pushover either." Kyoraku Shunsui resumed his nonchalant expression, flashing a toothy smile.

"after all."

"Even the Captain-Commander couldn't fully test Chiyo Kuchiki's strength."

talking.

He casually sat down on the grass, looking on with a gossipy expression.

Kensei Muguruma, standing to the side, had a dark expression on his face. This Shunsui Kyoraku was quite the expert at slacking off and gossiping.

"If you don't come out, I'm going inside to find you!"

After a while.

No one responded.

Kenpachi Zaraki curled his lip.

Dragging his sword, he tried to enter the Thousand Nights Pavilion. The blade made a "sizzling" sound on the ground, leaving a long, thin, deep mark.

Even a broken Zanpakuto with a jagged shape can unleash the power of someone else's Shikai or even Bankai when subjected to absolute power!

next moment.

Kenpachi Zaraki's pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly stopped.

A handsome young man wearing a floral shirt, a sun hat, and carrying a bottle of strong liquor appeared before me.

He appears to be unrestrained and dissolute, a complete playboy, posing no threat whatsoever.

but.

In Kenpachi Zaraki's perception.

The handsome young man in front of me was like a sleeping dragon, his sharpness concealed.

It was like an unfathomable abyss, with no end in sight, only a chilling darkness.

"Chiya Kuchiki?"

Kenpachi Zaraki's muscles were taut as he held his Zanpakuto horizontally across his chest, showing no disrespect for the boy in front of him because of his appearance.

Simultaneously.

A surge of scorching blood ignited his entire body, his spiritual pressure rose further, and all the surrounding trees and rocks shattered!

His entire aura reached its peak!

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha!

As long as there is a breath left, one can keep fighting, fight relentlessly!

but.

The only response he received was a beam of light, like a celestial river tilting, condensing billions of sharp, cold rays.

"Initial release".

"Destroy the universe, sever all phenomena in the heavens!"

Wherever the blade's edge strikes, all things in the universe perish!

As far as the eye can see.

Everything was a vast expanse of white, but suddenly a striking splash of crimson appeared...

Everyone present couldn't open their eyes; they could only feel their skin stinging intensely, as if millions of tiny steel needles were constantly grinding against their skin!

Sharp.

The ultimate.

Invincible!

The blade flashed into a single line, leaving only its most primal sharpness.

Nothing can be stopped, everything will be cut in half!

Not long after.

The sharp, piercing edge slowly dissipated.

The world has returned to peace.

"Ding~"

A Zanpakuto, riddled with serrations and riddled with wounds, fell to the ground in two with a crisp sound.

The port is as smooth as a mirror, as if it has been washed by river water for millions of years, and any particle has been cut off straight away!