The Quincy Emperor vs. the Soul Reaper Leader

He allowed his disciple and Ichigo Kurosaki to fight Yhwach, who had regained the power of his two eyes.

Sensing the Reiatsu, Tokoyo Misao shifted his gaze from Orihime Inoue, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the source of the pressure with a smile.

He looked like a quiet spectator, patiently waiting for the performance.

At that moment, a black figure resembling a woman appeared behind Shunsui Kyōraku, slowly extending her arms and gently embracing him.

The black figure spread out like ink, originating from Shunsui Kyōraku, and a tree that looked like a withered pine tree emerged from it.

"Katen Kyōkotsu, a heart as withered as a pine tree."

At that moment, a landscape pattern resembling a backdrop on a theatrical stage appeared on Shunsui Kyōraku's back.

"A theater, huh? Then put on a show for this great emperor! Clown." Baraggan simply stood there, waiting for Shunsui Kyōraku to unleash his Bankai, showing no intention of making a move.

The female shadow behind Shunsui Kyōraku disappeared.

He slowly stood up, holding the Katen Kyōkotsu in his hand, his head slightly lowered, and said in a somewhat lazy voice:

"Emperor Baraggan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

But you must have felt the atmosphere of the drama, right? Can I hear your thoughts on it?

What does the world look like through your skeletal eyes?

However, he did not wait for Baraggan's response.

Moreover, the other party simply stood there, showing no intention of responding.

Then she continued, "Is the world in your eyes devoid of color, dark, lonely, and filled with Despair, right?"

"Even a slight change in the scenery can be called Despair. Hurry up and begin your performance, clown."

"If you can please me, then I will let you die without burden or pain as a reward for your clown performance," Baraggan replied.

"Don't say that. Even though I'm standing on the stage now, a solo performance wouldn't have any effect on the drama, would it?" Shunsui Kyōraku said again, a smile appearing on his lips.

" By Baraggan the Great, are you standing on the stage now? If this performance is just a clown's play, then you are one of them too."

"Damn it! I am the Emperor, I only ever watch. You have exhausted my patience." Baraggan raised the Axe of Death with one hand and swung it down fiercely.

No breath escaped from the axe.

But just as he swung his axe from a distance, a huge wound suddenly appeared on Shunsui Kyōraku 'Shunsui Kyōraku shoulder, and a decaying force was gnawing at his flesh.

But at the same time, Baraggan also noticed something was wrong; an axe mark had appeared on his left shoulder, and the Respira was also devouring his body.

"A moment of hesitation, Hesitation and Apportionment of Wounds," Shunsui Kyōraku murmured.

"The injuries on your opponent will appear on your own body as if they were shared with you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the aging flesh on his shoulder, then with a swift motion, ripped the piece of flesh off and tossed it to the ground.

At this point, he had lost half of his shoulder, and blood was gushing out.

At the same time, Baraggan's shoulder bone, which had been constantly gnawed at by the Respira, also fell to the ground and was quickly reduced to ashes by the Respira.

Baraggan glanced at his shoulder, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Haha, what an amusing clown! If you're prepared to perish with me and don't cut off the flesh and bone from that shoulder, then both of us will be reduced to ashes by the power of aging."

But now that your power has been exposed, you will never have another chance like before.

Shunsui Kyōraku raised his head, smiled wryly, and said, "I really didn't expect that you, who possess the power of aging, would also be affected by this power. It seems that my actions just now were a mistake."

By this time, Baraggan had completely withdrawn the power of aging into the Axe of Death.

He planned to continue fighting, relying on his overwhelming Reiatsu.

"Baraggan the Great, don't be hasty. If you attack me now, the damage will also be reflected back to your body. This is my Bankai, the power within the Katen Kyōkotsu: Karamatsu Shinju."

If you don't want to die together with this clown, then you'd better not make a move.

Despite the excruciating pain in her shoulder, Shunsui Kyōraku used her Reiatsu to quickly stop the bleeding.

Then he raised the knife to the sky with his right hand and gripped it with his left hand, pointing it to the ground.

"Let's end this idle chatter here. Silence must be maintained in the tomb."

"Then, Second Danmei, Pillow of Shame."

The moment he finished speaking, black spots appeared on Baraggan's bones and spread rapidly.

At this moment, Shunsui Kyōraku, like a narrator on a stage, continued to explain the current situation:

"A man who regretted hurting someone became bedridden with shame and contracted an incurable disease."

Baraggan simply extended his index finger bone and casually picked at the suddenly appearing black spot, without any reaction.

This so-called incurable disease seems to have no effect on Baraggan, whose very essence is a skeleton.

Shunsui Kyōraku's eyes sharpened, and he immediately spoke, quickly adding three lines: "Severing Abyss."

"Those who are truly prepared will remain in this abyss until their Reiatsu is completely exhausted."

The entire Riden was suddenly enveloped in water, as if it had entered the seabed.

Meanwhile, everyone underwater could clearly feel their Reiatsu leaking out of their bodies uncontrollably, like a flood.

Even the same applies to Jūshirō Ukitake and Senjumaru Shutara standing nearby.

Even at this point, Baraggan merely stomped his foot casually and tried to paddle across the water a couple of times.

After realizing there was no way to get closer, it stopped and let itself fall into the seabed.

"To challenge me in a battle of Reiatsu is truly wishful thinking."

Baraggan was not afraid because after obtaining the power of the Hōgyoku and breaking through his soul, the density of his soul was on a completely different level than before.

The pressure generated by the soul, also known as Reiatsu, is even more powerful.

Since the rules of this underwater world are based on Reiatsu, then all he needs to do is stand here.

The three Soul Reapers opposite him will definitely die before he does.

Once Shunsui Kyōraku dies, this territory will naturally dissipate.

"What a troublesome fellow." Shunsui Kyōraku glanced back at Senjumaru, who nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Shunsui Kyōraku smiled again and continued his performance. Then he spoke:

"When you plunge into an abyss of utter despair, your enlightenment will gradually be frozen."

"But this is ultimately your own willfulness; there's a limit to superficiality." When this line was recited, a mature woman's voice was added to Shunsui Kyōraku's voice.

Their voices overlapped and carried clearly through the abyss.

At this moment, Shunsui Kyōraku's voice disappeared, leaving only that mature female voice:

"The shallowness of a man who once swore an oath, the inability to let go even after being abandoned, is the tenderness of a woman."

A woman dressed in gorgeous clothes appeared from behind Shunsui Kyōraku, extending her fair and delicate hand.

He crossed his arms, as if embracing her, yet also as if trying to strangle her, and placed them on her shoulders.

"Is that so, Sōzōsuke?"

This voice, which sounded like an embrace yet also like strangulation, like love yet also like hatred, reached Shunsui Kyōraku's ears.

He didn't turn around, but merely shifted his gaze, smiling gently as he said, "It's been a long time, Hua."

The woman who appeared behind him was none other than Katen Kyōkotsu, Shunsui Kyōraku's Zanpakuto.

"What a pretentious man! How long has it been since you played with me? How dare you call me so affectionately?"

She looked up at Baraggan and said, "This enemy is troublesome."

"Ah, I'm afraid I really will die this time." Shunsui Kyōraku's tone contained no regret, but rather a hint of relief.

"You can't just die without my permission." Hana said, tightening her grip and pressing her arms firmly against Shunsui Kyōraku's missing shoulder, a sharp pain instantly shooting into his brain.

"It's my fault, Hana, be gentle." Shunsui Kyōraku immediately begged for mercy.

"But Emperor Baraggan's Reiatsu seems inexhaustible. If this continues, I really will die."

Above the Riden, among the four figures present, Baraggan had Hōgyoku) on his chest.

Jūshirō Ukitake has the Soul King's Right Arm inside his body, while Senjumaru Shutara was already bound to the Riden beneath his feet when he became a member of the Squad Zero.

Even if Senjumaru, who is standing on the Riden now, dies, after a period of time, she will be reborn on the Riden again.

Some even claim that if someone calls her name shortly after her death, she can be brought back to life.

Therefore, this drama continues, which is the most likely ending.

That is, Shunsui Kyōraku's Reiatsu disappeared completely, his Bankai was automatically deactivated, and then he was killed by Baraggan with an axe.

"You incessant chatter, who are you talking to? Since you're putting on a clownish show in front of me, then don't get distracted," Baraggan said in a deep voice, not noticing the flower behind Shunsui Kyōraku.

Shunsui Kyōraku sighed. If the play only went this far, he would indeed be the only one to die in the end.

But thankfully, there was an eventual conclusion.

He bent down, his right hand moving as lightly as if brushing against a veil, leaving two white paths of spiritual energy in the traces of his index and middle fingers.

"How cruel is a woman's pity, ignoring a man's voice, while at her throat gleams white silk stained with infatuation."

With this wave of her hand, Shunsui Kyōraku's fingertips were entwined with a wisp of white spiritual energy.

He then raised his right hand, the silk thread dangling around his wrist.

"At least I will personally sever this unbearable, entangled thread of infatuation, bringing it to a close and concluding the story."

"Thread Cutting, Blood-Splattered Throat."

Shunsui Kyōraku used his fingers as scissors to draw a path, severing the white silk thread that had appeared on Baraggan's neck without him even realizing it.

At that moment, Baraggan suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

Immediately afterwards, a crack appeared on his neck and chest, and it quickly widened.

The next moment, his throat bone and the Lesser Hōgyoku on his chest were severed in two, just like a thread cut by scissors.

"How is this possible? With your power, you actually managed to shatter the Hōgyoku?" Baraggan roared in disbelief.

"Normally, I shouldn't have been able to do that. But in order to avoid perishing with me, you completely withdrew that power of aging, which allowed me to perfectly finish the performance," Shunsui Kyōraku said softly as he turned around.

"It is precisely because of your mindset that I have this sliver of a chance to kill you, as for shattering the Hōgyoku..."

Shunsui Kyōraku looked at the halved sphere in the middle and shook his head.

"You're not using a complete product, are you?"

"Cough! You bastard! I am none other than Emperor Bare, the Great Emperor of Hueco Mundo..."

Baraggan didn't finish his last words before he lost his strength and fell to the ground, dying.

But at his level, even in death, his body would not dissipate, just like the corpse of Nnoitra beside him.

"Thank goodness, Shunsui!" Ukitake quickly stepped forward to support Shunsui Kyōraku as he fell backward.

Senjumaru also came over and provided emergency treatment.

Shunsui Kyōraku sighed again, "If it weren't for this guy's arrogance, he would have kept the Respira protecting him all the time."

This time, I have no way to defeat him except by taking him down with me.

Ukitake said softly, "In short, this is your victory. Now, leave the rest to the old man."

Chapter 193 Quincy Emperor vs. Soul Reaper Leader

Not long ago, the Wandenreich successfully stormed into the Soul King Palace.

In the Deiden closest to the Soul King's residence, Yhwach faced the leader of the Squad Zero stationed there.

The master of the Riden, the Chamber of the Board, Monk Who Calls the Real Name -Hyoubu Ichibē Hyōsube.

Yhwach stared at the person in front of him with one of his eyes and said, "Let me through, Ichibē Hyōsube."

Ichibē, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, stood up with a smile, "I've taught you a lesson many times, but you still call me by my first name. You haven't learned your lesson yet. Be careful, or I'll tear your throat apart."

He straightened up, took down a huge calligraphy brush from his back, and then spoke.

"What? You were forced by Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Aizen to sneak into the Soul King Palace. How is your behavior any different from that of an insect?"

Yhwach's brow twitched, then he replied, "You think I devised this plan because I'm afraid of these two? You're sorely mistaken, Ichibē Hyōsube."

There was not a single lie in his words.