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A chain of cause and effect stretched out from the void and suddenly connected to his chest.

The corpse immediately began to twitch violently like a living thing.

“Ah, ahhhh—”

The next moment, his 'corpse' immediately twitched continuously and turned into a burning torch.

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes suddenly widened.

"What's going on?"

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could figure it out, he heard a low laugh coming from the flames.

"Hmm...Hmmmm hahahaha!"

Tsunayashiro Shogo's shadow slowly rose from the center of the flames. He once again grasped the Yanra Kagami in his hand and walked out as if he was oblivious to the surrounding fire. The surrounding flames actually parted obediently, like Moses parting the sea.

The old man on the mountain looked towards the center of the fire in astonishment.

"Don't you understand yet, Yamamoto?"

Tsunayashiro Shogo stepped out, his voice becoming increasingly excited.

"This is what is called immortality."

"Even if I turn to ashes, I can't stop it."

"With the support of this Spirit King's Bone, my power will become endless, while yours will only continue to consume strength and decline."

"And because my body and soul are constantly being reshaped by the bones of the Spirit King, every time I die, I become a little stronger."

He spoke loudly, reaching out to lift up his long hair that was a mixture of black and white, revealing an arrogant face of about thirty or forty years old, with the deep wrinkles completely gone.

Tsunayashiro Shogo swung his sword, and the raging fire on the grassland disappeared under this invisible force.

The Soul King's bone embedded in his chest became increasingly dazzling, and more powerful spiritual pressure continued to burst out.

He looked ahead, his voice low, like the judgment of heaven:

"Despair! Yamamoto Shigekuni!"

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Chapter 84: Remaining Sun Prison Clothes

From this moment on, the battle taking place before their eyes truly became a battle fought by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni alone.

It wasn't that the other normal teachers or the Shinigami wanted to watch.

Instead, they are now like the Italians standing next to the mustache man on the battlefield of World War II.

Yamamoto probably put more effort into protecting them than attacking them.

Even if it was Unohana Yachiryu, if she dared to step into this battlefield, she would surely die quickly.

With Tsunayashiro Shogo's current spiritual pressure, he is already qualified to do such a thing.

"Om-"

Tsunayashiro Shogo and Yamamoto Genryūsai looked at each other.

The spiritual pressure in the two places expanded and condensed to the extreme, spreading continuously in all directions, forming a faint gravity flow in the air, and the space in the field of vision was distorted as the two of them looked at each other.

If an ordinary god of death came close, his spiritual body would be completely crushed by the terrifying spiritual pressure of the two superimposed spirits.

That is a power that completely surpasses the limits of the existence of the God of Death.

However, faced with such a situation, he felt the total amount of spiritual pressure that was faintly overwhelming his own.

A smile slowly appeared on Yamamoto Genryusai's face.

"Desperate?"

"I hope you can do it."

He took a step forward and walked towards Tsunayashiro Shogo.

The horrific scars covering his muscles flashed like medals as he walked.

Yamamoto Genryūsai's life has never been an invincible and refreshing story.

On the contrary, he encountered countless hardships in his life.

It’s okay to become the god of death;

It is also good to develop Bankai;

A crushing defeat at Jisijiba;

Or maybe it has come to this point...

The scars and marks on his body all tell of his painful, difficult memories that need no words.

Some came from powerful enemies, some from friends, and some from disciples.

But all this clearly shows his attitude towards those who bare their blades towards him.

Do you want to prove yourself too?

Come on, chop here.

The strong and the weak are determined only by swords.

Under those heavy and thick eyebrows, there seemed to be a blazing fire in those eyes that were always unruly no matter who he looked at.

This is Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

As if sensing the raging fighting spirit in his chest, Tsunayashiro Shogo's arrogant look suddenly froze, but the next moment, a strong rage as if he had been insulted immediately rose up:

"Then let you see it!"

As he spoke furiously, Tsunayashiro Shogo, shaking his sword, shouted the same words of liberation as Yamamoto:

"Everything is reduced to ashes!"

"Flowing blade like fire!"

A katana that was also burning with flames appeared in Tsunayashiro Shogo's hands.

Not only that, because of his total spiritual pressure that was slightly higher than Yamamoto's, tiny sparks burned all over Tsunayashiro's body.

Noticing this scene, Yamamoto couldn't help but reveal a contemptuous smile on his face.

As if to say.

That's it?

Tsunayashiro Shogo's eyes twitched, and he shouted:

"Fire burns the city!!!"

Accompanied by an extremely angry roar, a huge pillar of fire like a city wall gushed out from the ground continuously, making explosive sounds. The wall of fire covered the entire grassland, as if to block all of Yamamoto's retreat routes in advance.

He wantonly wielded this almost endless spiritual pressure.

Just to suppress this guy!

Why?

How come you can be so calm when facing a strong person?

Yamamoto still looked at him with disdain, his voice cold:

"Ryujin Jakka, that's not how you use it."

"idiot."

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from Tsunayashiro's sight.

Tsunayashiro Shogo was stunned at first, then immediately swung his blade forward.

Compared to his last death, his reaction, perception, and physical ability have all improved significantly.

In an instant, the two knives collided.

"Boom-"

A dull sound like the beating of a drum rang out in the air.

Even though Fujimiya Makoto was standing far away, he could clearly feel the discomfort in his body after hearing the heavy sound.

Several Death Gods standing near him had already knelt down with pale faces. Many of them even lay weakly on the ground, with blood gushing out of their mouths uncontrollably.

He immediately shouted loudly:

"Those who can still run, pull up your companions and retreat far away!"

"This is not a place we can enter!"

Fujimiya Makoto's order came quite timely.

Many people still retain the most basic ability to move.

However, when looking towards the center of the battlefield, fear still appeared in his eyes uncontrollably.

Is this kind of power really something that the God of Death can achieve?

Even Xiao Podao was shouting loudly.

[Quack! There's a strong one, Fujimiya, run!]

[Go to Yan Yuan, the man with glasses! Run away with him!]

【This world is in danger! 】

What's the meaning? !

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first and subconsciously wanted to ask back.

But immediately afterwards, a muffled sound even heavier than the previous one resounded through the sky.

Yamamoto and Tsunayashiro fought with all their might.

Neither Yamamoto himself nor the head of the family, Tsunayashiro, had ever encountered such a strong person in their lives.

After reaching the pinnacle in the field of Death, it has been a long time since Yamamoto Genryusai gave his all like today, and gave his all as freely as he did when he was young facing strong enemies!

The swords rubbed and collided with each other repeatedly, making a series of sharp metallic sounds that almost tore the eardrums apart, but even the sound could not keep up with the speed of their swords swinging.

However, this level of stalemate did not last long.

Just as Yamamoto said.

Even though they both had Ryujin Jakka, his mastery of it was far inferior to his.

"Flame Scroll!"

The condensed flames on the surface of the blade in Yamamoto's hand exploded at the moment of collision, instantly engulfing half of Tsunayashiro Shogo's body. The raging flames instantly covered the fire stream exploding from the opponent's blade, burning half of his body to a char.

"what--!!!"

The intense pain from the fire instantly overwhelmed all of Tsunayashiro Shogo's senses, but he still roared in pain and rushed straight towards Yamamoto, trying his best to stab him.

However, the only outcome for a trapped beast that continues to fight is a quick death.

Tsunayashiro had just raised the blade when a flash of light slashed across his neck.

On the battlefield where Fujimiya Makoto had just been, another corpse of the Youren Army began to burn, and its head was cut off.

In less than half a second, a new head had grown on the corpse lying in front of Yamamoto, and the half of the body that had been burned to a charred color also returned to its original state.

His body and face were obviously half a degree younger than last time.

Tsunayashiro Shogo shouted loudly:

"Come again!"

Yuan Liusai's eyes remained calm, but the flame on the blade burned even more fiercely as if a layer of gasoline was poured on it, and he continued to slash at the opponent without hesitation.