Chapter 133

Hyōsube Ichibē was stunned. He looked up and saw Kuchiki Senya floating in the air before him.

080. Two blades reverse the tide of battle — the Heaven-Cleaving Myriad Forms that shatters the rules!

"Heh."

The corner of Kuchiki Senya's mouth lifted. He let out a laugh, and his long robe stirred of its own accord, though no wind was present.

"Old bald donkey, let me have a go at you."

The moment those words left his mouth, they instantly broke through Hyōsube Ichibē's defenses.

"Old bald donkey?!"

"Brat, who exactly are you cursing?"

Kuchiki Senya stood with his hands clasped behind his back, floating in the air. Listening to Hyōsube Ichibē's loud questioning, he gave a light chuckle: "Whoever's bald, that's who I'm cursing~"

Hyōsube Ichibē was so angry his teeth itched, but the purpose of his coming this time was to stop Aizen — and if necessary, killing him wasn't out of the question either.

He gave a cold snort, clenched his jaw, and spoke.

"I won't quibble with you now. Once I've finished my business here, I'll show you exactly what happens when you provoke me."

Kuchiki Senya stood with his hands behind his back. The instant he heard Hyōsube Ichibē say that, he clicked his tongue.

"Oh dear, what a coincidence — as long as I'm here, you won't be getting past!"

That single sentence struck straight at Hyōsube Ichibē's nerves. In an instant, Hyōsube Ichibē's eyes turned blood-red as he entered combat mode.

"Since that's the case, don't blame this old man for being ruthless!"

Having said that, Hyōsube Ichibē let out a great roar. His entire body's aura exploded outward. Now in combat mode, his presence was utterly different from before — a complete transformation, not even comparable.

"You lot go take care of Aizen. I'll hold this brat back."

Hyōsube Ichibē gave a cold snort as he spoke, gripping Ichimonji in his hand, standing tall in the air. Before him, Kuchiki Senya lightly clasped his hands behind his back, his expression relaxed, not taking Hyōsube Ichibē seriously in the slightest.

That arrogant appearance made Hyōsube Ichibē even more irritated.

"Hmph, brat, let me teach you how to show respect to your elders!"

Hyōsube Ichibē roared loudly and charged forward in an instant, swinging Ichimonji in his hand.

"Cut the name, not the flesh!"

With a great shout, the brush-tip at the front of the writing brush in his hand transformed directly into a blade. In an instant, the air fell silent.

Hyōsube Ichibē seemed to freeze as well, suspended mid-air.

Kuchiki Senya faced Hyōsube Ichibē. Seeing him like this, he had long since seen through Hyōsube Ichibē's intention.

"Interesting."

He extended his right hand, aimed it at Hyōsube Ichibē, and his lips parted slightly.

"Hadō number thirty-one, Shakkahō."

The moment the words were spoken, a massive fireball surged forth from his palm.

In the void, the sound of chanting rose in waves.

"Hm?!"

Hyōsube Ichibē was stunned. He had heard of Shakkahō as well, but normally, before casting it, one had to chant continuously, and at the same time it required an enormous expenditure of energy.

"Heh."

After staring at Kuchiki Senya for a long while, Hyōsube Ichibē seemed to come to his senses.

"Trying to one-shot me? You're still too green!"

Having said that, he let out another great shout.

But before that "heh" had even fully formed, the hazy chanting in the void grew clearer and clearer.

"Void chanting?"

Hyōsube Ichibē came to his senses and stared wide-eyed, looking around in confusion.

How could this be!

"The expenditure is so massive — are you trying to kill yourself?!"

In the void, the chanting grew faster!

"Ye lord! Mask of flesh, bone of truth, blood and flesh born of dust! Wings of crimson dawn, hearken to my call and descend! Carved into the earth, the seal of the heavens shall crumble — by the name of the one who stands above all, I invoke the eternal flame!"

Voice after voice rang out. The fireball in Kuchiki Senya's hand grew larger and larger. After a long while, suddenly, the chanting stopped.

Looking again at Kuchiki Senya, the fireball in his palm now blotted out the sky. Even from a great distance, one could not endure the scorching heat.

"Go."

Kuchiki Senya spoke softly, his voice calm as still water, not stirring a single ripple.

Such a ferocious attack, yet delivered so casually.

The enormous fireball flew straight over.

Hyōsube Ichibē still wanted to block it, and immediately held Ichimonji horizontally in front of himself. But as the fireball drew closer and closer, Hyōsube Ichibē realized he simply couldn't block it!

In his desperation, Hyōsube Ichibē reacted and shot straight upward.

"Being able to drive a fireball this big, he must be completely spent by now!"

Thinking this, Hyōsube Ichibē steadied himself and charged forward — but the moment he did, he was dumbfounded.

In the void, the chanting rose once more. Immediately after, the fireball in Kuchiki Senya's hand condensed again — in fact, a fireball just as large and powerful as the previous one had already appeared.

"Boom!"

Another shot.

Hyōsube Ichibē was completely dumbfounded.

A fireball this huge, conjured so easily — and conjured not just one, but two.

Hyōsube Ichibē's eyes went wide, but right after that came a third.

The fireballs seemed to cost nothing, one after another wrapping directly around Hyousube Ichibei.

"Not good!"

By the time Hyousube Ichibei reacted, fireballs were already surrounding him from every direction.

"This kid is more formidable than he looks!"

Thinking this, Hyousube Ichibei swung the Ichimonji in his hand.

"Hah!"

With a great roar, Ichimonji swept out, and instantly those fireballs seemed to freeze solid.

"Erase!"

The moment those two words left his mouth, the fireballs trembled, as if they had lost their heat and light.

Taking two long, ragged breaths, Hyousube Ichibei dared not be careless: "Mist!"

The moment those two words were uttered, all the fireballs vanished at once.

"Good kid, truly formidable…"

Hyousube Ichibei let out a long breath, and while the mist had yet to disperse, he swung Ichimonji in his hand once more.

"Erase!"

This time, the target was Kuchiki Senya.

"Ant!"

The two words were uttered, about to envelop Kuchiki Senya directly.

But Kuchiki Senya, from beginning to end, stood there without moving, and the look in his eyes as he watched Hyousube Ichibei was like watching an actor in the middle of a performance—no trace of sorrow or joy on his face, not a shred of emotion.

Ichimonji's Zanpakuto was extremely powerful; cutting the name rather than the flesh was essentially a rule of the world—erasing the old rule and imposing a new one.

With this kind of rule-based weapon, once an attack was launched and the target was enveloped by the rule, it was all over.

Hyousube Ichibei's eyes had turned completely white, his killing intent already roused.

"Go die, kid!"

Hyousube Ichibei was extremely fast, charging forward in an instant.

"Darkness of the night, darkness of the eternal night, come here. Meet everyone, and drink it down. Drink it, and life shall drift away. On the road to the Yellow Springs as well, a hundred flowers bloom. Where are the food and drink, dyed pitch-black, split into eight portions, roasted pitch-black with pitch-black flames. Devour them swiftly, and what remains is white, white bones. Erect a monument for him, mourn for him. So that he may not be reborn again, so that he may not become our sacrifice again."

When the chant was finished, Ichimonji swept out in his hand, and instantly pitch-black darkness enveloped everything, completely shrouding Kuchiki Senya.

"Even now, you still won't move?"

Hyousube Ichibei's eyes were completely white, and he let out a cold laugh: "Perfect, then go die!"

After saying this, Hyousube Ichibei was about to control this pitch-black shroud to dissolve Kuchiki Senya's flesh and bones, but just at this moment—

From within the darkness, a voice was heard.

"Heaven-Cleaving Myriad Forms."