"Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, die!"
Shihoin Chika raised his hand, holding his blade and slashing fiercely at Yamamoto.
"Just with you?"
Yamamoto glanced at him, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt, as if he didn't even put him in his eyes.
He casually waved the blade in his hand, easily sending Shihoin Chika flying:
"Hmph, you're still far from it. Go back and practice properly. Don't come out here to embarrass yourself."
"How dare you, a mere boy, insult the Five Great Noble Houses so?"
"Dead nobles cannot be considered nobles," Yamamoto snorted coldly.
Shihoin Chika, who had been sent flying, was furious. His face turned crimson, and his eyes glared at Yamamoto.
He tightly clenched his left fist, raised his blade high in his right hand, lowered his body, and sped along the ground, wanting to attack Yamamoto again.
In the past, Yamamoto would have considered the identity of the Five Great Noble Houses, and even as Captain-Commander, he wouldn't have let himself lose face in front of outsiders.
He had only been dead for a few hundred years, and now he wasn't given any face at all?
There were so many Squad members watching!
Do dead people have no human rights?
This old man is too realistic!
At this moment, several figures appeared beside Shihoin Chika, galloping alongside him.
As their speed increased, the sound of their bodies cutting through the air grew louder and louder, and the sound of the First Generation Gotei 13 Captain' blades whistling became increasingly clear.
As they ran, the whistling of their blades seemed to be discussing which part of Yamamoto's body they should cut into later, already eager to see Yamamoto fall in a pool of blood.
Accompanied by sinister laughter, they arrived right in front of Yamamoto.
At this moment, a sharp object cutting through the air was heard from the dark sky, followed by what sounded like something colliding in the air.
Clang!!
A crisp sound rang out. Shihoin Chika, holding his blade, used all his strength to block the long blade in Yamamoto's hand, but his body also caught fire as a result.
However, he seemed completely unafraid of the intense pain, desperately resisting Yamamoto's long blade, preventing him from moving.
"Now, kill!"
Katori Batsu'unsai roared, her figure leaping up and rushing forward at an extremely fast speed.
Each step she took covered several meters, her gaze fixed on Yamamoto, who was fully parrying. She raised the long-handled naginata in her hand high and fiercely thrust it at Yamamoto.
Clang!!
A bright, light-blue spiritual power glow wrapped around the blade. Katori Batsu'unsai landed precisely behind Yamamoto, and the long-handled naginata in her hand was steadily parried by a curved tachi.
"Yachiru!"
Katori Batsu'unsai's eyes widened as she exclaimed in surprise.
The immense spiritual pressures collided, causing the ground to instantly explode.
Both of them simultaneously took a step back, and the gushing Reiatsu formed a powerful shockwave, sending the nearby Squad members and Hell Gate monsters flying.
"Yachiru, we meet again. It's been many years. You're truly strong now!"
Katori Batsu'unsai couldn't help but laugh loudly. The appearance of such a strong opponent in front of her made her somewhat excited.
She had blocked her attack, now strengthened by the power of Hell Gate, without even releasing her Zanpakuto.
If the former Yachiru Unohana was a sword-wielding lunatic, then the current Unohana was a complete monster.
But just as the limits of some Shinigami are ordinary Squad members, others are seated officers.
With Yachiru Unohana's talent, reaching First Class Reiatsu should be her peak. What's with her current strength?
Swish!!
Yachiru Unohana dodged sideways, ignoring the long blade that brushed past her face.
As the First Generation Zaraki, even among the First Generation Gotei 13 Captain, no one's swordsmanship could compare to hers. However, with a twist of her wrist, the long blade in her hand sharply turned in the air.
Pfft!
The skeleton armor, emitting a faint golden light, was directly shredded. The sharp sword energy cut open Katori Batsu'unsai's skin, revealing the crimson flesh underneath.
"What a difficult opponent!"
Unohana was expressionless, feeling the two strong gusts of wind behind her, and only focused on gripping her curved blade.
"Yachiru, don't blame us. We had no choice!"
Saizō Sakahone grinned, and together with Izuhara Kinroku, he raised his Zanpakuto and slashed at Unohana.
There was no hint of guilt on their faces for attacking their former comrade.
Upon seeing this, Unohana snorted in displeasure:
"Tch~"
These people were all old acquaintances; they knew each other's personalities well.
They might not genuinely want to destroy the Three Worlds, but they were definitely interested in killing her and Yamamoto.
The moment Saizō Sakahone charged out, Zaraki and Aizen suddenly appeared.
Zaraki swung his long blade, precisely and fiercely cutting into the crowd, the long blade burying itself in the heads of two Captain-class Hell Gate wardens.
Meanwhile, Aizen, holding a long blade, unhesitatingly rushed forward and intercepted Saizō Sakahone and Izuhara Kinroku.
With a swing and a slash of his long blade, Saizō Sakahone and Izuhara Kinroku were simultaneously repelled.
However, Yamamoto, who had just released an explosion of flames and repelled three First Generation Captains, sensed something unusual.
Zaraki being able to repel the Hell Gate wardens was considered normal.
After all, judging by their attacks, those wardens were only at the Second Class Reiatsu level, so their strength wasn't too strong.
But in his impression, Aizen, among the Gotei 13 Captain, was definitely not outstanding; he could be described as frail.
Facing a Captain with strong combat abilities, he would undoubtedly be defeated instantly.
But now, what did he see?
Aizen was actually able to suppress Saizō Sakahone and Izuhara Kinroku!
And this was after Saizō Sakahone and Izuhara Kinroku had been strengthened by the power of Hell Gate!!
Yamamoto couldn't help but cast a questioning gaze at Aizen.
"Thanks to Captain Aozaki's help, I was able to achieve my current strength."
To avoid future trouble, Aizen casually found a reason and silently explained.
Yamamoto still had some doubts, but with the great enemy at hand, there was no time for deep thought.
Yamamoto had always witnessed Aozaki's training ability.
Anyone could clearly see that the overall strength of the Eleventh Division was more than one level higher than other Squads.
Just like Ryūsui and Izumo, who were originally only ordinary seated officer material.
Yet, in Aozaki's hands, they grew to Captain-class Reiatsu levels.
If Aizen's strength rapidly increased with Aozaki's assistance, it could barely be explained.
There's a good saying in Western countries:
"It never sings, but when it does, it sings to amaze."
This saying is perfectly suited to describe someone like Aizen.
However, this alone was not enough.
Although the enemy's offensive was temporarily repelled, the enemy did not fall into disarray and disperse as a result.
As the Seireitei's casualties continued to mount, the number of monsters pouring out of the Hell Gate continuously increased.
The private soldiers trained by the nobles were far inferior in quality to the members of the Gotei 13.
Facing such a terrifying scene, many people were already scared out of their wits, and the loosely organized troops could collapse and flee at any moment.
"It is precisely because of this that this old man dislikes cowards."
Yamamoto frowned slightly, grasping the current situation in mere tenths of a second.
If things continued to develop like this, let alone stabilizing the battlefield, even those old fellows in front would likely find it difficult to cope!
Looking at the golden armor worn by his friends, Yamamoto had never so urgently yearned for immense power as he did today.
If he could break through the limitations of a Shinigami, perhaps even without relying on Zanka no Tachi, he could resolve this current crisis.
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