Chapter 1175

I am the Hou Jue:

I am the Hou Jue: "Why can the Luo Hao Sect Master and Ichigo also compete for this mission?"

Marquis Wo Ban voiced his doubt—he did not believe the Luo Hao Sect Master or Ichigo were worthy of standing beside him.

The main reason was that he had once fought the Luo Hao Sect Master.

Though that battle ended without a clear victor, the Luo Hao Sect Master had indeed been inferior to him in that fight.

Luo Hao Sect Master: "Hmph! That's quite an interesting question."

Luo Hao Sect Master: "Why can't I take this mission? Do you think my strength is inferior to yours, old Wo Ban?"

I am the Hou Jue: "Isn't it?"

Luo Hao Sect Master: "All my divine rights have been strengthened twice with points."

My martial realm has advanced further! Moreover, my progress in the Turtle Immortal Stream has been extremely rapid.

I can now use Qi to destroy the moon in the sky."

Luo Hao Sect Master: "Are you truly certain your combat power surpasses mine?"

I am the Hou Jue: "......"

Marquis Wo Ban fell silent—if everything the Luo Hao Sect Master said was true, then now the Luo Hao Sect Master's combat power might even surpass his own.

As for whether it was true, Marquis Wo Ban did not believe the Luo Hao Sect Master would lie.

Luo Hao Sect Master: "Don't fixate solely on divine rights! Rather than... trying to accumulate more divine rights,

you should think about how to use points to elevate all your divine rights to their peak."

Luo Hao Sect Master: "Only then can your strength achieve maximum enhancement."

Luo Cuilian, seated cross-legged in Mount Lushan, curled her lips in a sneer—she thought it petty of Marquis Wo Ban, despite his immense power, to cling so tightly to the idea of non-subjugated gods and seek more divine rights.

Though they are Godslayers, they are not merely mere Godslayers.

What matters most now is upgrading the rank of their divine rights, not amassing the greatest number of them.

I am the Hou Jue: "......"

Su Xiao Xiao: "...... Old Hou Jue! Although some guild members don't show up in the guild chat, that doesn't mean their progress is slow! They're also training hard and diligently."

I am the Hou Jue: "...... Then what about Ichigo?"

Ichigo: "Hah... If you doubt my strength, why not challenge me to a one-on-one sometime?"

Ichigo: "Vector manipulation cannot reflect things I don't understand! But... the Ichigo before you now is no longer... the Ichigo of the past."

Ichigo also sneered—his power had already reached level 6.

Though he had not yet fully mastered this power, he did not believe himself weaker than Wo Ban—he felt he was stronger than Marquis Wo Ban.

Su Xiao Xiao: "...... Enough of this.

Let's get straight to it!"

Su Han interrupted the guild members' bickering.

Then he opened his eyes and activated the mission.

The next instant, a brilliant light enveloped him.

In a few breaths, Su Han's figure vanished into thin air.

...... Karakura Town.

At this moment, the bustling city had been utterly transformed into a battlefield.

Terrifying roars erupted from all directions; the ground was covered with countless skeletal soldiers.

They attacked and rampaged, destroying everything in sight.

Opposite them stood numerous guards clad in special forces uniforms, firing their guns continuously.

"...... Bastards! Who told me these... skeletons are the lowest-tier troops, slow and clumsy? I really want to shove the head of whoever made up this... fake intel into a toilet!"

"What you saw was pure fantasy content—there's naturally a gap between that and real-world skeletal soldiers... but who could've imagined that even these basic foot soldiers have combat power this strong?"

"Bad! They're charging—run! If they close in, we're dead.

Fight and retreat!"

Although the Japanese government began emergency evacuations the moment the spatial rift appeared,

many residents had not yet evacuated Karakura Town.

They were surrounded by those... skeletal soldiers.

Heavy casualties.

A brilliant flash of light sliced through the air.

Instantly, all those... skeletal soldiers collapsed; the surviving residents clung to each other, staring in stunned silence. After a long while, they realized they were alive—some knelt and wept, others trembled, still unable to shake off their terror.

Shihōin Yoruichi materialized—unlike her usual easygoing and cheerful demeanor, her face was now grim, radiating unhidden, icy killing intent.

"...... Why is this happening? These aren't Arrancar! They're another kind of opponent never seen before—something Aizen created? No, Aizen absolutely couldn't do this... What's going on?"

"Could it be that besides Aizen... there's another being who wants to destroy and conquer the world? If so, this creature may not be easier to deal with than Aizen."

"Ah... This is truly the worst possible news!"

Shihōin Yoruichi took a deep breath, then vanished again.

Far away.

Outside Urahara Shop.

Urahara Kisuke gripped his zanpakutō, Benihime, his expression grave as he stared at the enormous, colossal fly before him.

The King of Flies remained calm, but his cold eyes locked tightly onto Urahara Kisuke.

"...... The opponent must be one of the Seven Lords of Hell—Beelzebub! His most famous form is the King of Flies."

Black-clothed Yihu gripped Zangetsu and spoke softly to Urahara Kisuke and Black-clothed Yixin beside him.

His body was taut and rigid.

"……I know the opponent is Beelzebub! And that's useful, sure—but can't you give me something more useful? Like how strong they are, what skills they have, or exactly how to take them down!"

Hei Qi Yihu grumbled, "Just saying that much is useless."

"……Idiot dad! The fact that I can give you this much info is already amazing! If I could know everything about the opponent, I'd have charged in already!"

"Then I'd exploit the weaknesses in that intel and eliminate them!"

Hei Qi Yihu clenched his Yaguan, growing frantic now.

The information about the opponent's identity was merely his own rough analysis, based on the limited data provided by the Guild system.

Moreover, Hei Qi Yihu knew Beelzebub wasn't even a serious threat.

Behind Beelzebub stood six other Lords of Hell, and the Lord of Hell himself—Satan—a transmigrator whose combat power might surpass Thanos.