Chapter 132

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni clenched his teeth tightly, watching the scene before his eyes transform bit by bit.

"Aizen! You won't succeed!!"

"Heh."

Aizen listened to Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's distant roar and gave a cold laugh: "Come out of the illusionary realm first before talking."

Aizen had never expected this to truly hold back Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni—after all, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's strength was overwhelming. This mere illusionary realm, though it could trap him, being broken through was only a matter of time.

Drawing back his gaze, Aizen continued to forge, and time slowly passed.

Before Aizen, a massive key slowly took shape.

The spreading ripples grew stronger and stronger.

"Damn it, hurry up!"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni roared loudly, swinging his Zanpakuto with all his might.

But no matter how he swung, the illusion before him could not be cut apart.

"Open for me!!!!"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's veins bulged on his forehead as he felt the immense power of the Wang Jian about to take shape.

The Wang Jian is the key to opening the Wang Gong, and within the Wang Gong slumbers the Spirit King; this world, too, is the Spirit King's vessel.

If the Wang Gong were carelessly opened and the Spirit King awakened, this entire world would cease to exist.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's eyes went wide as he swung his sword again and again, feeling the spreading ripple waves grow stronger and stronger.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni kept swinging, but after countless swings, the illusionary realm showed not the slightest sign of being shattered.

Suddenly, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni seemed to understand something.

"Did I... fall into a trap?"

Thinking this, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni came to his senses, stopped swinging, and gently closed his eyes.

His long robes stirred without wind. Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni sat cross-legged in the sky, and after a long while, his eyes snapped open.

The tachi in his hand glowed bright, as if sensing Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's summons, emitting bursts of humming.

Rising once more, the corners of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's mouth curved upward slightly as he let out bursts of laughter, and then the laughter grew louder and louder.

"What a fine Aizen—your progress is truly fast. Even I have been toyed with by you."

Murmuring a single line, suddenly an overwhelming aura erupted from Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's body.

"All things of creation return to ash."

As the words left his mouth, the tachi in his hand hummed, and with a boom, blazing flames ignited on the blade of the tachi.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's smile vanished, his eyes resolute beyond measure, the flames on the tachi reflected in his own gaze.

"Haaaa!"

With a great shout, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni swung the tachi in his hand.

"Ryujin Jakka!"

Shing!

At the instant of the draw, a tornado-shaped wall of flames surged forth like a fire dragon, and one could only hear the fierce, violent sound of raging inferno burning in the void.

Ssshk!

The sound of tearing through the air came, and Aizen's illusionary realm was directly cleaved open by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni in a single strike.

"Aizen, stop!"

With another great shout, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, wielding Ryujin Jakka, charged straight at Aizen—but it was already too late.

Aizen floated in the air. With the final soul imprint, suddenly an overwhelming might burst forth with a thunderous boom; the powerful ripples, like a hurricane, blew Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni away directly, along with the remaining squad members, all sent flying.

Like rootless little grass swept up by a gale.

"It's done!"

The corners of Aizen's mouth curved upward slightly. The eyes beneath his glasses shone with light. With two light chuckles, Aizen waved his hand, and instantly the massive key appeared.

"It's over."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's mouth fell open as he murmured, gazing at that massive key, a hint of loss in his eyes.

"The Wang Jian has been forged."

But immediately, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni came to his senses: "No! How could I let you achieve this so easily!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni roared without cease, and the guards behind him all charged forward together...

Originally, after consecutive great battles, they were already spent like arrows at the end of their strength, but there was no choice—they were the closest to Aizen.

But Aizen gave no chance at all, his hands urging the Wang Jian forward.

Kaka.

Two sounds rang out, and the Wang Gong's gate was directly opened.

As the gate opened, a wave of aura spread out—barren, overwhelming might unfurled, blotting out the sky and earth. This aura was so powerful it directly blanketed the entire Soul Society.

"Heavens!"

"Aizen! Aizen has opened the Wang Gong's gate!"

In Soul Society, everyone stared at the sky in astonishment; some even trembled all over from the Wang Gong's overwhelming might.

"The gate has opened."

At the Zero Division, Ichibei Hyosube suddenly opened his eyes, sensed the direction of the disturbance, and murmured softly.

"What a troublesome matter."

As if sensing the disturbance and knowing the cause and effect, Ichibei Hyosube grumbled, rubbing his own bald head.

"Just kill him, wouldn't that do?"

Behind him, Kirio Tenjiro had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, arms folded across his chest, wearing a long-sleeved short-coat style haori left open over his bare upper body, and spoke in a soft voice.

His eyes were cold, and as he said these words, an occasional glint of frost flashed through them.

"Another little brat who doesn't know whether he's alive or dead."

"No need to rush."

Hikifune Kirio said with a smile, his face always wearing a grin, spiral-pattern markings on his cheeks, lips painted with black camouflage, and two belts tied around his waist.

"Be sure to finish it cleanly—don't let him suffer."

"Alright, alright."

Ichibei Hyosube raised a hand to stop the others, then immediately transformed into a streak of light and vanished in an instant.

"You all hurry up too—don't let any outsiders break in and disturb the Spirit King's rest!"

Once the words fell, the remaining people all transformed into streaks of light and vanished in an instant.

The Zero Division moves out!

The Zero Division's strength surpasses that of the entire Gotei 13, and they absolutely do not show themselves lightly except at critical moments.

Each and every member has also created matters of great significance for the Soul Society.

And this time, the Zero Division's full mobilization makes the gravity of the matter all the more clear.

Yamamoto's Heavy Strike may well be the strongest, but before the Zero Division, he still doesn't amount to much.

A tremendous pressure swept in. Aizen steadied himself, frowned, and glanced into the distance.

"They've all come?"

Adjusting his glasses, Aizen gave a soft chuckle: "It's not like I poked a hole in the sky—why the whole big production?"

Muttering to himself, Aizen laughed twice. In his eyes, the mildness vanished in an instant, replaced by a powerful battle intent.

"Fine then—since you're here, let's have a proper fight!"

His aura exploded outward, and Aizen shot straight up into the sky, charging head-on toward the Zero Division.

Ichibei Hyosube was at the very front, his prayer beads and beard rattling audibly. Seeing Aizen charging straight at him, Ichibei Hyosube burst into laughter.

"Boy, you're asking for death!"

Ichibei Hyosube roared: "Bankai! Ichimonji!"

Ichimonji is an evolutionary Zanpakuto that came into being long before Bankai ever appeared in the world; it can erase a person's name and inscribe a new one in its place.

Ichibei Hyosube extended two fingers and wrote two large characters in the air: Black Ant.

His fingers formed a palm, and he slapped toward Aizen: "Go!"

But, the very instant those two characters—Black Ant—were sent out, suddenly, a single clear, cold voice was heard.

"Hadō Number Eleven: Tsuredonari."

A bolt of lightning directly shattered the two characters Black Ant.