Chapter 238: Luck is on your side! You

The barrier was completed, and the fake Karakura Town was swapped with the real one; the real Karakura Town had already been hidden away in the Soul Society by the Shinigami.

Powerful auras appeared one after another within the fake Karakura Town, including that of the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

Chu Yang crossed paths with the old man; both sides remained restrained, avoiding a shouting match in front of others, though the atmosphere became extremely strange.

Yamamoto didn't mention the Hogyoku, but Chu Yang knew that once the matter of the Arrancar was settled, he would come looking for trouble.

For this, Chu Yang was already prepared; if necessary, he could even sever ties with the Soul Society.

After all, he already had his Zanpakuto and had learned most of the Kido; even if he left, it wouldn't be a loss.

Before the Arrancar descended upon the real world, Yamamoto began to lay out the battle plan, and when he spoke of Aizen, he explicitly stated he would handle him personally.

The twelve Shinigami captains had no objections; as the strongest Shinigami in a millennium, leaving Aizen to the Captain-Commander was a matter of course.

But how could Chu Yang agree? He had been staring hungrily at Aizen, waiting for him to deliver the Hogyoku!

"Do you have a way to break Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu?"

Chu Yang looked at Yamamoto and questioned him, "Or have you never even seen Kyoka Suigetsu?"

Yamamoto remained silent for a moment, then said with firm conviction, "Leave Aizen to me; the old man will deal with this traitor to the Shinigami personally."

"Aizen has killed so many Shinigami; his crimes are unprecedented in their severity, and the old man must provide an answer to those who have perished."

"This is the responsibility of the Captain-Commander."

The old man's temper was like a stone in a latrine—stinking and hard. Seeing that no amount of persuasion would change his mind, Chu Yang simply stopped speaking.

Yamamoto continued, "The Fifth Division will be responsible for support; whichever squad finds themselves in a desperate struggle, you will go there."

"Fine, you're the Captain-Commander, you call the shots." Chu Yang found it somewhat amusing; if everyone fell into a desperate struggle, who was he supposed to support? As night fell, everyone returned to their posts, waiting quietly for Aizen and the Arrancar to arrive.

It was unclear how much time had passed when space suddenly wrinkled, like silk being bunched together.

Pitch-black voids appeared one after another, and the spiritual pressure nearby surged rapidly.

One Arrancar after another appeared there.

Each of them carried a Zanpakuto, and at a glance, they were indistinguishable from Shinigami.

Aizen appeared last, his gaze cold as he surveyed his surroundings.

The location they appeared in was near Chu Yang's house; it was clearly aimed at him, as the second Hogyoku held an immense temptation for Aizen.

The Hogyoku he had taken was incomplete; even after absorbing a vast number of Hollow souls, its effects had failed to reach his expectations.

Therefore, to Aizen, killing Chu Yang and seizing the Hogyoku he possessed was an imperative, perhaps even more important than creating the Oken.

At the thought of Chu Yang, Aizen's killing intent nearly spiraled out of control, and it took great effort for him to calm down.

"Aizen-sama, the target is below."

Szayelaporro Granz, the Espada responsible for research, pointed at Chu Yang's house.

His eyes were filled with curiosity; he wondered what kind of person could make Aizen-sama dwell on them so persistently, and even kill an Espada like Yammy.

"Kill him!"

Aizen stood in the high sky, aloof and independent, spitting out cold words.

"Hahaha, I'll go first!"

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the Sixth Espada, had long been pent up with frustration; he roared as he dove down, his spiritual pressure coating his fist as he smashed it down fiercely.

With a thunderous boom, the entire street shook violently.

Chu Yang's house was reduced to ruins in an instant.

But there was no one inside.

Grimmjow paused, looking up at Aizen, "He's not home."

Aizen said coldly, "Then find him. Search every place he might have gone."

The Arrancar dispersed immediately, their figures vanishing in an instant.

For some reason, Aizen felt uneasy, as if something major was about to happen.

He surveyed his surroundings coldly as time slowly ticked by.

Suddenly!

The ruins of Chu Yang's house lit up; a massive hexagram barrier rose from the ground, and beams of light shot up, locking Aizen inside.

Aizen's face darkened.

Following that, beams of light rose up all across Karakura Town.

It was clearly the dead of night, yet it was now as bright as day.

"Space has been sealed off. This group has been waiting for me here all along. I was too impatient, too careless."

Aizen immediately understood that this was all a Shinigami conspiracy, but he didn't panic; the Hogyoku had already fused with him, and he had ample confidence to defeat any Shinigami.

Including the one the Soul Society hailed as the strongest in a millennium, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

"The Captain-Commander must have been waiting for me for a long time, right?" Aizen suddenly laughed.

"You guessed correctly, Aizen. As Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, today I will provide an answer to the Shinigami who have perished."

Yamamoto walked slowly from the side of the street; though aged, his robust body still possessed an astonishing sense of pressure, and with every step, his terrifying spiritual pressure caused the void to tremble.

"Why do something so foolish?" Yamamoto looked up at Aizen, a flash of disappointment and heartache in his deep eyes.

"Foolish?" Aizen's lips curled, his tone becoming aloof and arrogant, even disdainful. "Including you, so many Shinigami guarding that Soul King Palace unchanged for eons—isn't that foolish in itself?"

"It is time for this world to change. The Shinigami need to evolve."

A cold wind rose, biting and bone-chilling, but it was nothing compared to Yamamoto's heart; the emotions in his deep eyes were wiped away, leaving only killing intent.

Both sides drew their blades simultaneously.

A scorching heat seemed ready to burn through everything.

The Shinigami guarded several locations in squads, waiting for the Arrancar to fall into their trap.

Including the school, these were all places Chu Yang frequented in the real world.

As for Chu Yang, he was waiting near Ichigo's house; although it was fake, he felt he could catch one or two Arrancar.

The others from the Fifth Division didn't act with him, having gone to support other Shinigami.

Chu Yang waited silently, and before long, he was met with an extraordinary spiritual pressure.

The person who arrived had blue hair and a wild, arrogant demeanor.

He stopped before Chu Yang, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, "To meet you here, my luck is truly not bad."

"It is indeed not bad." Chu Yang also began to laugh.

"My name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the Sixth Espada." Grimmjow drew his Zanpakuto, sneering, "You should know my name before you die."

Chu Yang replied, "I won't bother telling you my name, because there's no meaning in saying such things to a dead man."

Grimmjow looked down at Chu Yang from the air, like a hawk soaring in the sky observing its prey, his eyes burning with intensity.

The next moment, he swung his Zanpakuto, spiritual pressure whistling like a meteor crashing to the ground.

Chu Yang looked up, his black robes fluttering, and threw a punch toward the heavens.

Karakura Town, lit by the barrier, dimmed for a split second. An even more terrifying spiritual pressure surged upward, engulfing Grimmjow's figure.

The two waves of spiritual pressure collided; Grimmjow's spiritual pressure collapsed instantly, and his figure was swallowed by Chu Yang's vast spiritual pressure.

When the tide of spiritual pressure receded, he was covered in blood, having sustained very serious injuries, and he looked at Chu Yang with sheer terror.

Grimmjow had never encountered anyone with such spiritual pressure, capable of crushing him with absolute superiority.

Not even Aizen possessed such vast spiritual pressure.

"Yammy losing to you wasn't an injustice; I thought he had just been careless..." Grimmjow gasped for air, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Chu Yang shook his head, kindly reminding him, "If you don't Resurrección now, you won't even have the chance to leave any last words."

"You're waiting for me to Resurrección?" Grimmjow's body trembled; the other party had used the most indifferent tone to say the most arrogant words, his demeanor and tone showing absolutely no regard for him.

"Too much talk." Chu Yang took a step, his Source Martial True Body manifesting, and the light of the sun and moon suddenly flared.

Under the sunlight, a scorching hot wave of air rushed straight at Grimmjow, burning him so much he instinctively covered his face with his hands.

Instantly, the moonlight fell upon him as well, and an indescribable agony erupted.

Just like Yammy, Grimmjow felt as if his flesh and blood were caught in a millstone; he wanted to escape, but his body felt as if it were stuck in a quagmire.

Under such torture, even an iron man couldn't endure it; Grimmjow let out a shrill roar, which echoed over the fake Karakura Town.

The other Arrancar, including Aizen, heard the scream, and their hearts turned cold.

"That's Grimmjow's voice. What kind of enemy did he encounter?"

Tier Harribel, who had been planning to head to the school, suddenly stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at where the sound came from with a worried expression.

At the same time, Ulquiorra also heard Grimmjow's scream, and his body trembled as the scene of Yammy's death surfaced in his mind.

It must be that person! "That idiot Grimmjow, I warned him long ago to notify Aizen-sama the moment he discovered that person, but he threw himself into the jaws of death."

Ulquiorra cursed in a low voice, his reason telling him he should go help Grimmjow, yet he couldn't bring himself to take a single step.

As for the remaining Arrancar who hadn't faced Chu Yang's terror, they headed toward the direction of the sound.

The screaming slowly weakened, replaced by rapid, ragged breathing; more than half of Grimmjow's flesh had vanished, turning into spiritual particles that dissipated into the air.

He had no strength to shout loudly, and could only gasp for air to alleviate the pain, his eyes beginning to go numb.

"How is it? Do you still think luck is on your side?"

Chu Yang asked softly.

Grimmjow stared at him viciously, his body trembling uncontrollably, but he said nothing.

Chu Yang suddenly turned his head, sensing a powerful spiritual pressure approaching, and then grinned, "Your luck is indeed not bad."

No sooner had he spoken than an old man walked over from not far away, wearing luxurious robes; his frame was extremely robust, and he wore a massive golden compass at his waist, along with a crown.

He looked like a king from some ancient nation.

"Grimmjow, you're usually so full of yourself, how did you end up in such a sorry state? I could hear your screaming from far away."

The old man seemed to enjoy seeing Grimmjow in such a sorry state, and instead of rushing to help, he watched with great interest.

"Damn you."

Grimmjow's hatred was quickly diverted, his killing intent rising, making him forget even the pain.

Chu Yang turned and looked indifferently at the robust old man, "You're feeling smug?"

The old man paused, his eyes turning cold, "Don't think that just because you can suppress Grimmjow, you're anything special. In my eyes, that guy's strength counts for nothing."

"I don't care at all about the difference in strength between you and him, but the smug expression you're wearing in front of me has put me in a bad mood."

The sun and moon above Chu Yang's head slammed toward the old man at his will.

"Boy, I am Baraggan, King of Hueco Mundo!"

His royal robes fluttered without wind, and Baraggan raised the massive double-edged axe in his hands, slashing fiercely toward the sun and moon in the sky, a hair-raising aura rising.

It wasn't spiritual pressure, but another, more terrifying aura, filled with the scent of death, as if it could strip away all life.

A violent wind whistled; this strange aura actually held back the light of the sun and moon, leaving Baraggan unaffected.

"I rule over death!"

Baraggan laughed hideously, spreading his arms, his aura sweeping across the heavens and earth like a ghost god.

But the next second, a pair of fists appeared in his field of vision, rapidly enlarging.

Boom! The fist smashed into Baraggan's face, plunging him into darkness as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Baraggan, who had just been shouting about ruling over death, was sent flying, crashing through several buildings in succession.

When the dust settled, he lay miserably in the ruins.

"The aura of death is quite impressive, but unfortunately, you are too weak to make use of it."

Having been to the Fengdu City and seen the King of Hell, Chu Yang was all too familiar with the aura of death; when powerful enough, it could indeed resist the sun and moon above his head.

But Baraggan clearly didn't fall into that category; the King of Hell could barely manage it by relying on the authority of the Underworld.

Having taken a punch head-on, Baraggan realized Chu Yang's strength, and his body suffered heavy damage in an instant.

Spiritual particles leaked out continuously, his body like a sieve.

Having experienced many battles, he understood he had underestimated this Shinigami, and so he chose to Resurrección without hesitation.

Compared to Grimmjow, Baraggan's intuition was much sharper.

"Resurrect, Arrogante."

The flesh on Baraggan's surface dissipated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he truly became a skeleton; the crown on his head also changed, with silver chains hanging from one corner.

His entire body was covered in black flames, resembling the hellfire of legend.

After Resurrección, the aura of death around Baraggan became even more pronounced, and everything around where he stood withered rapidly.

"Boy, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Baraggan pulled on the chains, and the massive axe seemed to have a spirit of its own, flying straight toward Chu Yang.

The sharp blade shone brilliantly, like an ancient guillotine.

Chu Yang stood unmoved; Fengdu's ghostly sword shadow flashed by, the sword qi ringing out, the sword light biting.

"Clang~~~"

A burst of sparks erupted in the void, and the massive axe was sent flying back, brushing past Baraggan and crashing into the ruins behind him.

"His Zanpakuto... why does it have an aura that makes me afraid?"

Baraggan was startled, and ignoring everything else, he blew out a violent breath of death.

Fengdu pressed forward relentlessly; wherever it went, the waters of the Yellow Springs surged out, gathering into a river that collided with the aura of death, causing the latter to vanish into nothingness.

"What the hell is this?!"

Baraggan was both shocked and furious; it was the first time his aura of death had encountered a natural enemy, and he had never imagined such a thing could happen.

However, just as he wanted to escape, he found himself surrounded by the overwhelming Yellow Springs, and he could only stand in place and let out a roar of despair.

(End of Chapter)