Chapter 134

Four words left his mouth, calm and quiet in tone, and Hyousube Ichibe of the Royal Guard was stunned.

Immediately after, a flash of light was seen, a blade of sword-light, slicing through the darkness.

"Rumble rumble rumble!"

In an instant, the darkness directly exploded apart.

"Impossible!"

Hyousube Ichibe's eyes nearly split from their sockets, his mouth hanging wide open, his gaze filled with disbelief.

In the middle of the darkness, Kuchiki Senya stood there, still wearing that bland expression, except this time, his right hand gripped a Zanpakuto.

His other hand slowly extended: "Way of Destruction, Number Fifty-Eight, Tenran."

The moment the words fell, a violent gale suddenly rose all around, a massive whirlwind sweeping straight toward Hyousube Ichibe.

But this wasn't over yet.

Kuchiki Senya continued to speak.

"Way of Destruction, Number Sixty-Seven, Raimei."

Once this was said, before Hyousube Ichibe, fog suddenly billowed out; within the mist, electric sparks crackled and popped, mingling with the hurricane that had just formed.

Hyousube Ichibe was utterly shocked.

"He can actually fire off Kidou in succession!"

But before this shout had even finished falling, Kuchiki Senya finally began to move as well—a flash of light, and in an instant, Kuchiki Senya vanished from where he stood.

Hyousube Ichibe was busy fending off these things, when all he saw was a flash of cold light.

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"Sever the rules, Tenchi no Kuzu."

Kuchiki Senya spoke in a cold voice, and brought his blade down in one slash.

That single slash seemed capable of shattering the void, of cleaving apart heaven and earth.

Hyousube Ichibe couldn't react in time, he could only stare wide-eyed, dumbly watching Kuchiki Senya's blade descend; at this moment, time moved very slowly.

So slow that even breathing felt endlessly long.

Watching helplessly, the blade's edge was about to come down.

"Boss, look out!"

Two anxious shouts suddenly rang out, and immediately after, a flash of light.

Futamata-ya Wang Yue and Shutara Senjumaru appeared in an instant, yanking Hyousube Ichibe away at once; but Kuchiki Senya's blade was too fast—even though they did everything in their power to rescue Hyousube Ichibe, Shutara Senjamaru still grazed Tenchi no Kuzu.

With a sharp slicing sound, three of Shutara Senjamaru's fingers were severed clean off.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Shutara Senjamaru cried out in pain, letting out a scream.

Turning back, Kuchiki Senya stood there holding Tenchi no Kuzu.

"I told you—as long as I'm here, you won't get past."

Kuchiki Senya spoke in a cold voice, standing in place without moving.

Originally, aside from Hyousube Ichibe, the other four members of the Royal Guard had already pushed Aizen into a stalemate, but then Kuchiki Senya suddenly burst onto the scene, single-handedly altering the course of the battle—one could even say it was Kuchiki Senya alone who defeated the entire Royal Guard.

"Damnable."

Hyousube Ichibe came back to his senses, drawing in ragged breaths; although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was indeed so—they had lost.

And from the start of the battle until now, Kuchiki Senya had only swung his blade twice.

Not far off, everyone from the Thirteenth Division was too shocked to speak—Kuchiki Senya had single-handedly defeated the Royal Guard.

Just how overwhelming must such strength be!

And on the other side, behind Kuchiki Senya, Aizen quietly watched Kuchiki Senya, the easy composure of a master strategist no longer on his face, replaced instead by a complicated expression.

Only because Kuchiki Senya was far too powerful.

"Such a companion is truly dangerous."

Aizen murmured.

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After murmuring that, Aizen's brow furrowed tightly, and he continued to drive the Wang Jian.

The members of the Royal Guard watched Aizen's movements, tense beyond measure.

"No good! If the Wang Gong is opened, and the Spirit King gets taken by that bastard Aizen..."

Shutara Senjamaru's brow furrowed tightly, her words filled with anxiety.

"Ugh..."

Hyousube Ichibe clenched his teeth, staring wide-eyed at Aizen; even his beard and eyebrows fluttered from the tension.

Before him, Kuchiki Senya hovered in midair, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, but more than that, boredom.

"I thought you were impressive, that you'd leave an impression on me."

Speaking coldly, Kuchiki Senya gave a light snort: "What a pity—I'm all that's standing in your way."

Kuchiki Senya's words were cold, his hair drifting lightly.

"Otherwise, you definitely wouldn't have lived past now."

After saying that, Kuchiki Senya laughed twice, his laughter bright and unrestrained, but the Royal Guard before him was at a loss.

"Boss."

Kirio Hikifune gritted her teeth and spoke, looking at Kuchiki Senya, and spat: "How about we just go all out against him!"

"No, stay calm."

Hyousube Ichibe gently held Kirio Hikifune back, and raised his head to glance at the Kuchiki Senya blocking their path.

Clearly he was only one person, but the power on this kid was absurdly strong—he had actually blocked them all outside the door in an instant.

Behind them, Aizen continued his actions until, in the void, the great doors of the Spirit King's Palace swung open.

Boom—!

A thunderous crash instantly jolted those people back to their senses.

"Not good!!!"

Head of the Royal Guard Ichibei Hyosube spoke in a cold voice; the moment he saw the wide-open doors of the Spirit King's Palace, fury erupted within him.

"No more holding back! Charge!!"

"Ichimonji!"

Ichibei Hyosube roared, and in an instant he shot forward like a flying cannonball.

Paying no heed to Kuchiki Senya hovering in midair, Ichibei Hyosube charged straight up.

"No matter the cost, we must stop Aizen—otherwise, the world is finished!"

"Yes, Boss!!"

The rest of the Royal Guard came to their senses and surged forward at once.

Five streaks of flowing light shot straight toward Aizen.

In the distance, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni and the others, who had been watching the battle all along, finally came to their senses as well.

Behind him, his subordinates came to their senses, glanced at Kuchiki Senya hovering in midair not far away, then looked again at the Royal Guard charging forward.

After a long while, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni clenched his teeth hard.

"In the end, this is a matter for our entire Three Worlds."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni muttered, his eyes filled with dejection.

He was the strongest among the Shinigami; he had believed he could stop Aizen, but upon seeing Aizen's current strength, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni wavered.

Later, the Royal Guard appeared—each of them a world-shaking figure; originally, the four of them together could have held Aizen back, even killed him.

But then, suddenly, a man from the Kuchiki clan appeared out of nowhere.

With two slashes, he cut down the lot of them.

What terrifyingly ferocious power that was.

"What do we do, Captain?"

Behind Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, Chojiro Sasakibe also stepped forward, gazing at Kuchiki Senya blocking the way ahead.

"Captain, the world is about to be destroyed—we can't just sit and wait for death!"

That single sentence instantly jolted Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni awake.

"Right, we can't just sit and wait for death."

As if doused with cold water that cleared his head, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni laughed happily a few times.