In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Chapter 83: Despair! Yamamoto Shigekuni!

At that moment, Tsunayashiro Shogo finally understood the gap between the so-called "top" and the "top".

It seemed to him that the terrifying spiritual pressure that was about to stretch his spiritual body to the point of bursting and that he could not control precisely was, however, in the hands of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, he was able to control it as easily as with his own arm, and was refined and condensed to the extreme.

Almost at the moment of being hit, the powerful senses brought by the Soul King's bones allowed him to clearly feel the shock of every inch of his body being completely broken down by the terrifying force that was like a crushing blow.

Just one punch.

He already clearly understood this terrifying gap.

The gap in strength between them is indeed like heaven and earth.

but.

Tsunayashiro Shogo was still trying to get up from the ground.

The surface of the decayed body was covered with spider-web-like traces like ice cracks. Under the endless infusion of spiritual power from the Spirit King's bones, it continued to recover, helping him to piece together and close the fragile body bit by bit until it returned to its original state.

No, it even becomes younger and fuller.

"Ka-la, ka-la—"

Large pieces of dead skin as hard as porcelain kept falling from Tsunayashiro Shogo's body, revealing the fair skin underneath.

The Spirit King's bone, which was originally just embedded in his body, now glowed faintly.

The lines around the crystal bones continued to expand and contract, as if sucking the power from them, supplying it to Tsunayashiro Shogo's broken body, supporting him to continue standing up.

"Oh."

"You can actually stand up?"

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni looked down at him.

"Or, because of the Spirit King's bones, you have become someone who will survive as long as even the slightest residue remains in your body?"

He said this and slowly walked towards Tsunayashiro Shogo.

There was no fluctuation in the voice.

"Yamamoto."

Tsunayashiro's voice became hoarse and dull:

"I approve of you."

The old man sneered and said coldly, "What use is the recognition of the weak to the strong?"

Tsunayashiro Shogo did not respond further.

He stood there, raised the cold blade in his hand, pointed it at Yamamoto, and muttered:

"Sip from the four seas, occupy the ends of the earth. All things are overwritten and cut. - Yanluo Mirror Classic!"

When he finished speaking, nothing around him had changed, only the shape of the blade had changed slightly.

Tsunayashiro Shogo raised his head.

As time passed, his old face, which was originally full of wrinkles, has returned to the appearance of a middle-aged man. He looks almost exactly like Tsunayashiro Ogata, with a sense of firmness and decisiveness.

"original."

"If the situation warrants it, I don't want to use this knife."

"You know what, Yamamoto?"

"Those who guard the Soul King's Palace will not die as long as they can endure loneliness."

"Five thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years!"

"As long as you want to live, it doesn't matter how long it takes."

Tsunayashiro Shogo said as he slowly walked towards him.

As soon as he took a step, more and more dead skin fell off his body, and his previously shriveled body broke apart, revealing the younger body inside which had become stronger.

The bones of the Spirit King still shimmered faintly.

Tsunayashiro's voice grew calmer. "Once those creatures ascend to the Soul King Palace, their entire skeletons will be rebuilt by the power of the Soul King, and their lives will merge with the spiritual veins surrounding the palace, becoming immortal."

"It's just that...if they leave the 'Upper Realm' with its extremely high spirit particle concentration for a long time, they will find it difficult to move due to the lack of spirit particles. Therefore, the time they can stay and fight in the 'Lower Realm' is actually quite short."

"Those two sentences I just said contain the secret that will allow each of them to surpass the 'limits' of a Death God."

"That is—using the power of the Spirit King as a medium, connecting the body to the world's spiritual veins."

"For this reason, the Tsunayashiro clan has studied for countless years, trying every possible way to imitate this technique, but in the end, they only achieved a half-finished product."

"Using the Soul King's bones as a medium, the individual is temporarily connected to the Calling Valley, and all the souls, creatures, and spirits living within it...are all taken in for their own use."

"...Yamamoto."

The old man in the mountain narrowed his eyes, as if he vaguely sensed some dangerous aura, and subconsciously stopped.

Having spent countless years honing his skills at the pinnacle of existence as the God of Death, he naturally had some research into the methods of 'surpassing the God of Death', and could even vaguely touch... the heavy bottleneck that stood in his way.

Therefore, he instantly realized the danger Tsunayashiro was in.

next second.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and made a move behind him.

Ryujin Jakka was suddenly pulled by some invisible force, spinning at high speed in the air and flew into Yamamoto's hands.

Tsunayashiro Shogo looked up at him and spoke word by word:

"This is my trump card."

Almost at the moment the voice fell, Tsunayashiro Shogo's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch and roared:

"Fu Hahara——!"

"Um?!"

Yan Yuanjinle behind him suddenly widened his eyes the moment he heard the name.

The blade in Tsunayashiro's hand suddenly swung down, and the surface of the blade was wrapped with a layer of vague spatial fluctuations. It swept towards Yamamoto and completely cut the ground.

At this moment, Yamamoto had just caught the hilt of the knife, swung the scabbard like a stick, and slashed towards the direction of the spatial blade, making a whistling sound.

However, the moment he caught the space blade, Yuan Liusai seemed to have sensed something and quickly dodged to the side while commanding behind him:

"Disperse!"

While others were retreating, only Yan Yuanjinle strode forward and blocked the attack with his sword.

"Fuboyuan·Sumi Mountain!"

He drew a horizontal line in the air, and in the already distorted air, a dark door suddenly appeared, blocking Yan Yuanjinle like a shield.

The spatial blade that fell from Tsunayashiro's hand collided with the dark void, emitting waves of astonishing fluctuations in the invisible place, as if a small piece of the world in front of everyone took on some kind of distorted shape.

Yan Yuanjinle also noticed the problem and suddenly retreated from behind Heimen.

He had just retreated for less than half a second when he saw the air in front of him suddenly "bloom", forming twisted cracks in the air, swallowing up the grass and soil.

Yan Yuan looked up at Tsunayashiro.

There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

This spatial blade is actually more powerful than the one he used himself.

【Hi! 】

【Yan Yuan's knife is surprisingly useful in other people's hands.】

【Isn't this a kind of NTR? 】

Xiao Podao sat in the audience, eating melons very safely.

The surrounding tourist troops were almost wiped out at this time, with only a few left to finish off.

However, neither Fujimiya Makoto nor the other remaining instructors had any intention of getting involved in the previous battle.

The gap is too big.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the scene in front of him and secretly clenched his fists.

Actually, it's not just him.

Even the teachers can only watch from the sidelines.

Everyone could clearly feel that the spiritual pressure in Tsunayashiro Shogo's body had risen to an extremely terrifying level.

"Everything is reduced to ashes!"

Yamamoto drew his katana and roared, his spiritual pressure rising like a backward waterfall into the sky:

"Flowing blade like fire!"

No matter how much he disdains the other party's method of relying on external objects to improve strength, Yamamoto should take it seriously.

As for immortality?

Can it continue to exist even if it is burned to ashes?

joke!

The ancient-style flaming blade suddenly came to life, and a raging flame was suddenly ignited like a torch. Yamamoto stepped on the ground, and his figure suddenly turned into a shadow that broke through the limitations of space, and he appeared in front of Tsunayashiro Shogo very abruptly.

The flaming blade suddenly swung down.

"Fuboyuan·Sumi Mountain!"

Tsunayashiro Shogo slashed with his sword, creating a dark curved surface of space in front of him.

At the moment when the flames roared and filled the distorted space and time, his figure suddenly flashed to the side and swung his sword repeatedly in the direction of Yamamoto. Countless space blades slashed towards him, like layers of fine and sharp nets.

Suddenly, Yamamoto's figure was covered by countless knife lights and cut into pieces.

Tsunayashiro Shogo's eyes flashed slightly, as if he immediately realized something, and subconsciously turned his head to the side.

Immediately afterwards, Yamamoto's strong figure appeared.

In the distance, all that was cut into pieces by the blade were his stripped-off clothes.

"Shunpo·Kongchan"

Tsunayashiro Shogo's eyes suddenly widened in anger, and he subconsciously wanted to swing the blade in his hand, using the curved surface of space as a defense again.

But before he could raise his wrist.

Yamamoto had already made a gesture to draw his sword.

"Fuzhan·Songming."

The moment the words fell, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in Tsunayashiro Shogo's field of vision, and the sky and the earth seemed to be connected by a line, suddenly illuminating the shadows.

The Zanpakutō slashed down from above, piercing his shoulder.

Flames burst out from his wounds and seven orifices like blooming petals, as if they would burn his entire body into a ball of charcoal in an instant.

But even so, Yamamoto's sword light did not stop.

In the blink of an eye, the charred ash in front of him was torn into seven or eight pieces.

The raging flames shot up into the sky, and a cloud of scorching black smoke rose from the earth.

"Did you finish it?"

Fujimiya Makoto made the sound subconsciously.

However, as soon as he uttered the words, he was met with fierce criticism from Xiao Podao.

[I might have killed him just now, but once Fujimiya said those classic lines, I'm sure he won't die! ]

[Besides, this is the law of smoke without harm!]

as predicted.

The sound of Xiao Podao had just fallen.

The corpse of a 'You Renjun' lying not far from Fujimiya Makoto suddenly began to twitch violently.