Chapter 131

Directly chopped the Spirit King into a human stick!

At this point.

Only then did the origin of the Three Worlds come to be.

However, before, or even now, Yamamoto's Heavy Strike had never thought of rebelling.

After all.

The entire Three Worlds being able to maintain its current stability was already not easy.

If.

The Spirit King were killed.

The Three Worlds would completely collapse!

Collapsing back into its former state—no life, no death, only a single whole world gathered together.

And.

After a thousand years of tempering.

The current Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni had completely lost any thought of reform; as long as within his own little plot of land, he could maintain the present peace.

That was already not easy.

At this moment.

The "Aizen" inside did not answer.

Everyone present tightened their grip on the Zanpakuto in their hands.

"Ryujin Jakka!"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni shouted loudly, and at the same time the muscles on his body seemed about to burst forth; even though aged, he still radiated an incomparably dense aura of a powerhouse.

Everyone.

Their gazes gathered on Captain-General Yamamoto, and they all clenched their fists tight.

However.

In the air, Aizen remained expressionless.

The next moment.

His entire person was actually pierced straight through!

Yet not a single wound was left on his body!

At the same time.

His entire person.

Also transformed into wisps of phantom images, slowly dissipating away……

Before long.

Everyone cried out in astonishment—the current Captain-General Yamamoto could actually take out Aizen in a single strike?

However.

The next moment.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, his forehead covered in black lines, his gaze extremely solemn—something's wrong! This isn't Aizen at all!

But a false illusion!

All of them had been led around by the nose by this Aizen!

This is bad! Soul Society is in danger! The Wang Gong is in danger!

……

At the same time.

Soul Society.

Sensing that his phantom image had been cut down, a man with brown hair and cold, arrogant eyes smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

His Kyoka Suigetsu could already perform Bankai.

Kyoka Suigetsu·World!

Compared to mere Kyoka Suigetsu, it could even deceive the entire world! Even Unohana Retsu would not notice anything amiss.

Aizen Sosuke looked at the densely packed buildings below—this was the true Karakura Town!

Although.

He didn't know where the people inside had gone, but a hundred thousand souls, to him, were simply a cinch.

【48akur】 Soul Society never lacked Shinigami, souls.

In Soul Society, the things that are never in short supply are Shinigami and souls.

Now.

It was time to forge the Wang Jian! Nai.

079. Defeating the Royal Guard in a single move, Kuchiki Senya makes his move!

Pushing up his glasses, Aizen Sosuke wore a faint smile and gently extended his hand.

Instantly, the light ahead blazed intensely.

But at this moment, at Karakura Town, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni furrowed his brows tightly, his long eyebrows drifting lightly, and before him the fiercely burning flames seemed like a cage.

Only now, what was imprisoned was none other than themselves.

From beginning to end, they had all been deceived, like monkeys in a circus—after defeating the Espada, just when they felt they were finally about to see through everything, they suddenly discovered that they were still inside this very ring.

"Aizen."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni let out a long breath, gently raised his head, his thick beard and long eyebrows concealing his profound gaze.

Yet, one could still make out—powerlessness, fury.

"Has your strength already grown to the point where even I cannot see through it?"

He muttered a single sentence, Yamamoto's back looked desolate, but then he immediately reacted.

"Captain, should we..."

Suì-Fēng reacted, raised her head to look at the vanished traces of Aizen, frowned, and spoke with urgency.

But before she could finish, Yamamoto waved his hand and cut her off.

"What a hassle."

Yamamoto adjusted his emotions slightly, his eyes still deep. He looked back and saw the members of Squad Thirteen all staring in the direction Aizen had disappeared, their expressions all shocked.

"Move out, return to Soul Society at once! Don't let that bastard Aizen have his way!"

A single order instantly snapped everyone to attention. They pulled their gazes back, looked at Yamamoto, and saw a flash of light—Yamamoto vanished on the spot.

"Move, don't space out."

Komamura Sajin spoke first, his eyes slightly narrowed: "I'll go on ahead. You all catch up quickly."

With that, another streak of light shot off.

Right after Komamura, several more streaks of light shot out one after another.

This time, the target was Soul Society.

In Soul Society, Aizen floated in midair. Before him, a rudimentary form coalesced out of the void.

His expression was cold and stern, his brow slightly furrowed, as he directed the nurturing of souls—but then, as if sensing something, he paused.

"Hm?"

Aizen raised his head and looked into the distance. Several streaks of light were speeding toward him.

"That old man, he's pretty fast."

He muttered to himself. The corner of Aizen's mouth lifted slightly, as if he had long anticipated this.

"But in the end, he's still a step too late."

Aizen floated in the air, his pupils contracting sharply. He swept a glance at the approaching members of Squad Thirteen and spoke in a cold voice.

"Complete Hypnosis."

The moment the words left his mouth, a ripple spread out all around, like a stone dropped into a lake, sending out wave after wave.

And at this moment, heaven and earth itself was the lake's surface.

A cold, clear voice rang out. Suddenly, the ripples expanded, and at the instant of contact, they instantly enveloped the approaching Squad Thirteen.

"Ah?!"

Yamamoto was the first to react. He stopped moving, felt the spreading ripples, and raised his Zanpakutō in defense.

But in the end, he was still too slow. Aizen's strength had already grown powerful enough to blur the line between real and fake—even old man Yamamoto himself had to expend tremendous effort to tell them apart. How could this illusionary realm before them be broken through so easily?

"Dammit!"