In Soul Society, love and bond begin

You can clearly feel that the texture of this skin is much harder than that of a normal reaper.

If I have to say, it's probably a bit close to the feel of Hollow's 'steel skin', but not to that degree.

obviously.

There's something a little weird about these guys' bodies.

However, Fujimiya Makoto didn't think too much about it.

If the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up.

A small pawn like him now only needs to charge forward bravely.

that's enough.

While the two armies were fighting, the teaching team led by Yamaro was also vaguely surrounding Tsunayashiro Shogo.

Tit for tat.

However, no one took the initiative.

At their height, everyone could easily feel the presence of some gigantic being coming from Tsunayashiro Shogo's aging body.

It was an invisible but very clear sense of oppression.

However, when combined with the aging image of Tsunayashiro Shogo, it creates a strange and strange feeling.

——It was as if there was a part of him that didn't belong to him.

Amidst the cries of killing, the soldiers behind him were clearly being slaughtered at a lightning speed, their bodies covering the grassland. However, Tsunayashiro Shogo himself remained calm and unhurried, his voice indifferent as he spoke slowly:

"That's amazing, Genryusai."

"I have come this far from being a commoner, standing on the threshold of the existence called the God of Death."

"Even I, an old man, have to admit it."

"Compared to the Five Great Nobles and the group of fools that fill the Central Forty-Six Chambers, you may be better rulers and protectors of this vast Soul Society."

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni continued to look at him quietly.

Or rather, waiting.

"but..."

Suddenly, Tsunayashiro Shogo changed the subject, slowly drew out his Zanpakutō, and casually threw away the scabbard. His voice became older and hoarse:

"You, who came from refugee backgrounds, still know too little."

"Perhaps you have heard of the Spirit King."

"But I'm afraid you can't fully comprehend what kind of existence a 'Soul King' is, right?"

Hearing this, the old man in the mountain frowned slightly.

Although I don’t know why this old guy mentioned the Spirit King at this time, these high-end secrets are indeed his blind spots in knowledge.

For countless years, that piece of space in the sky seemed to be firmly blocked by some force beyond everyone's cognition.

Aside from a few innocuous names, no information ever trickled down from above to below.

It was as if there were only guards in the Spirit King's Palace and no other existence.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Tsunayashiro Shogo slowly smiled, knife in hand, and unbuttoned his wide Wufu robe, revealing his shriveled and lean upper body, and narrated calmly:

"The Spirit King is the Three Realms themselves."

"Eyes, ears, brain, limbs, internal organs, bones, blood vessels, nerves, skin, nails, hair..."

"Everything has been mercifully bestowed upon this world by Him."

"He entrusted all of this to the five nobles like us, allowing our ancestors to control the sun, moon, stars, and human nature on His behalf in order to maintain the stability of this world."

"His existence itself is the most powerful force in this world."

"Beyond the gods of death, beyond the hollows, beyond humanity..."

"So, Genryūsai."

Tsunayashiro Shogo spoke slowly, his voice becoming increasingly calm:

"I don't want to be the god of death anymore."

As he undressed and slowly narrated everything, everyone present understood why Tsunayashiro Shogo was explaining all this.

Their eyes turned to the chest of the shriveled old man.

In the center of the chest.

A femur, about the thickness of an arm and as clear as crystal, pierced into his body like a dagger, firmly embedded in it, motionless.

The shriveled skin surrounding the bones bursts with new vitality, turning from prosperity to decline.

The originally old and decayed skin was transformed by this power into a white, tender and delicate texture like that of a young person. The blue veins bulged out from under the skin and muscles like earthworms, and continuously absorbed strength from this bone as if sucking.

Obviously, this is the bone of a spirit king.

Just like the Ukitake clan was able to make a deal with the One-Eyed Great God, allowing the Soul King to take away the weakened lungs of the congenitally sick Ukitake Jushiro, making him a substitute for the Soul King in order to restore his vitality.

The Tsunayashiro clan also has similar secret methods.

However, the way they use it is completely different.

If I had to explain it in detail, it was to "forcibly seize" as much power from the Spirit King's body as possible at the cost of his life, and to unleash it within an extremely short period of time, forming a terrifying combat power that could reach the pinnacle of this world.

The moment they saw this scene, everyone knew where the strong "strange feeling" just now came from.

They can feel it clearly.

The power contained in just this one bone, which is as fragile as crystal, is far greater than that of any of them - even Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

At this moment, everyone's eyes became sharper.

Only the old man in the mountain seemed to have anticipated all this and continued to ask calmly:

"So, the Spirit King is dead?"

"What are those people in the sky guarding?"

As the Soul King's Bone completely sank into his body, Tsunayashiro Shogo's expression grew increasingly relaxed, and he laughed heartily:

"how could be?"

"How could the Spirit King die?"

"Even if I lose my brain, bones, and internal organs, the Spirit King will remain forever! Genryusai!"

"The reason why the Spirit King has bestowed so much upon this world is because..."

"He can't exist!"

"This has also been our mission for countless years."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the people in front of him.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure in his body has reached an unprecedented level.

Even though all the teachers present possessed spiritual power at least beyond the third level, when faced with this terrifying might, they could not help but feel a strong sense of crisis in their hearts, just like ants with dark shadows covering their heads, and they were terrified.

Almost at the same moment, Tsunayashiro Shogo's figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.

Yan Yuanjinle, who was standing beside the old man, adjusted his glasses and suddenly shouted:

"There is no space and no color, only the pure land of Mount Sumeru, and even the self-image is reversed."

"——Fu Hahara!"

The moment the knife was drawn, the space in front of everyone rippled faintly like flowing water, leaving an invisible trace.

In an instant, a long and narrow crack suddenly appeared on the originally flat grassland, spanning dozens of meters and easily splitting the ground in front of him into two.

Everything that stood in the way of this spatial blade was split in half, leaving only a smooth incision in the middle, instantly cutting off Tsunayashiro Shogo's charge path.

The old man's figure appeared on the other side of the trace of space slash.

Immediately afterwards, a petite figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd. As she drew out the blade in her hand, the slender snake tip unconsciously slipped out of her mouth. A scarlet light flashed in her single eye, and her dark purple twintails were pulled into a straight line by the air at high speed.

At the same time, Saito Bakugo's recognizable morbid cry rang out:

"Kill them all! Blood Hunting Palace!"

The deep purple blade, stained with scarlet blood, slashed downwards towards Tsunayashiro Shogo, leaving a glaring mark.

However, Tsunayashiro Shogo simply raised the katana in his hand.

"Qiang!"

The moment the swords collided, the tremendous force coming from the other side of the blades suddenly made Zhaitang's body freeze, and the expression on his pretty and crazy face became a little stiff.

In an instant, the man and the knife were chopped away together, causing a violent gust of wind to blow in the open space.

However, it was only during this fleeting gap.

Several invisible space blades were already covering his direction.

At the same time, appearing in Tsunayashiro Shogo's field of vision was Shikadori Batunsai, who was rushing towards him with an expressionless face and a naginata in hand. At the edge of his peripheral vision, there was also a figure circling around his back.

"laugh."

However, facing the battle between these many powerful men, Tsunayashiro Shogo only sneered disdainfully.

The next moment, he was seen blocking in front of him with the sword in his hand.

The pupils of Lu Quba Yunzhai's eyes suddenly contracted under his glasses.

Almost instinctively following the danger, he retracted the naginata in his hand and stepped back half a step to the side.

"Om-"

There was only a vibrating sound in my ears.

The two invisible space blades that had just been flying straight towards Tsunayashiro Shogo had silently split the place where she was a second ago.

If Lu Qu had been half a step slower, he would have been torn into pieces by his own people's attack.

'This is...'

Lu Quba Yunzhai frowned subconsciously.

The man with glasses behind her also had a serious look on his face.

"clang!"

The heavy blade chopped down Tsunayashiro Shogo's arm, which was as thin as a piece of dry wood, and suddenly landed on the long handle of the naginata in Shikatori's hand, making a very dull sound, knocking her down a bit, and her calves almost sank into the ground.

In just this brief pause, the girl was hit by a knee in the lower abdomen with a huge force. She almost lost consciousness. Her eyes behind the glasses almost turned white. Another shriveled hand grabbed her long hair very quickly and threw her to the side. She fell to the ground with a "bang", and rolled forward for an unknown number of meters, raising a lot of dust.

Before the old man could turn around, he saw the lipless and denture-filled mouth of Jiumen Jingyentie reflected silently behind him.

A pair of heavy maces, thicker than the opponent's arms, roared and smashed down.

However, before it fell, Tsunayashiro Shogo had already raised the katana in his hand with one hand and caught it steadily, without the blade even shaking at all.

Immediately followed by an elbow backwards.

Jiumen Jingyantie's body, which was like a giant beast, was immediately knocked back by this blow.

This series of processes seems to be very long.

In fact, the entire process, from the moment Yan Yuanjinle assisted, to the moment Saito Bakurou rushed out of the formation and began to release the group, to the moment Shikatori and Kumenai followed up at the same time, and finally to the moment when they were all knocked away, happened almost at the same moment.

In the eyes of other death gods in the distance, the teachers who seemed completely invincible on ordinary days were like ordinary pawns in front of this old man, showing a terrifying crushing gap.

You are not qualified to fight with the other party at all!

"Genryusai!"

The old man with a bare upper body pointed his knife forward and shouted:

"Come on, let me see your strength!"

Chapter 82: The Ultimate Death

His hair and beard were all grey and standing tall.