My Son, Ichigo Kurosaki

The spreading Blut Vene was actually shattered by it, and then the fingers pulled backward while the body jumped back to create distance.

A jet of bright red blood gushed from Yhwach's neck like a fountain.

Ichibē Hyōsube stopped, his tone returning to its relaxed tone. "You not only trespassed into the Soul King Palace, but you also planned to enter the body of Soul King's familiar. As a mere human, there should be a limit to your rudeness."

He had almost been taken advantage of by Yhwach just now, and he had no intention of continuing to chat leisurely with him.

"Turn black, Ichimonji."

The brush in his hand, originally made of bristles, had its tip transformed into a knife point.

But in Yhwach's eyes, he couldn't distinguish whether it was the tip of a brush or the tip of a knife; a strange confusion arose in his perception.

He hadn't recovered from having his throat ripped off.

He clenched his right hand, conjuring Reishi greatsword, and launched an attack, but he noticed something was wrong during his first strike.

Each time his brush clashed with Ichibē's, ink would splatter, a completely different situation from when the two had fought before.

After several exchanges, he discovered that his greatsword had been painted black.

He created some distance, his throat now recovered. "What, you know that even if you cut my Reishi and power in half, I can still recover using my own strength, so you're not using the previous techniques?"

"Your Zanpakuto can't defeat me. Now it's my turn, and I'll use this one in my hand..."

Yhwach suddenly realized that he had no way of knowing the name of the knife in his hand.

"Do you realize it? Something covered in Ichimonji loses its name," Ichibē said. "A thing without a name is a thing without power. Do you think you can fight me with something that has neither a name nor power?"

Yhwach flicked his hand, and five Reishi, like water droplets, flew towards Ichibē Hyōsube.

A massive array of Quincy emblems formed above its head.

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Chapter 194 My Son, Ichigo Kurosaki

Yhwach raised his right hand, and a brilliant blue Reishi light emanated from his palm.

The insignia above is that of the Quincy.

At that moment, a thick mass of dark spiritual energy was pulled from Ichibē Hyōsube's body and fell directly into Yhwach's hands.

"Your darkness has become my power. I think I've said it before: everything in this world exists only to be plundered by me."

At this moment, Ichibē Hyōsube's originally thick black beard and black eyebrows had turned completely white, as if they had been bleached.

Even the black of his inner Shihakushō had disappeared, turning completely white.

Then, Yhwach casually waved his hand, and a ball of azure Reishi flame burst forth.

The attack struck Ichibē, engulfing him in raging flames and scorching him relentlessly.

Yhwach turned gracefully and walked toward the direction of the Soul King Palace.

Tap tap, he had only taken two steps when a crackling sound suddenly came from behind him. He stopped and turned around to look.

But then Ichibē Hyōsube extinguished the flames, and the black power that had been stripped away was restored.

His eyebrows, beard, and Shihakushō were once again black.

"What? Can't you understand?" Ichibē said, "My power is darkness. Once I unleash Ichimonji, I will control all darkness in the Three Worlds, whether it be Soul Reaper, Quincy, the living or the dead."

He pointed the tip of his Ichimonji sword at Yhwach.

At that moment, the opponent's black hair and black coat seemed to dissolve, turning into an inky aura that drifted towards the tip of Ichibē Ichimonji.

He held the Ichimonji high, then swung it down sharply, as if drawing a black dividing line between heaven and earth.

Ichibē Hyōsube looked at the humanoid figure that had been completely covered in black paint and was standing motionless in place.

Just as he had used this technique to smear the greatsword in Yhwach's hand before, the humanoid figure now covered in ink has lost its name, which means it has lost all its power.

Ichibē suddenly raised the Ichimonji in his hand high, but this time what he swung out was not ink, but a white aura of spiritual energy.

He chanted. "Shin'uchi, Shirafude Ichimonji."

The so-called "Shin'uchi" is actually the Bankai used by Soul Reaper).

However, before the establishment of systems in Chaos and Soul Society, this power was referred to as Shin'uchi.

Ichibē Hyōsube, at this moment, the tip of the Shirafude Ichimonji pen turned white again.

However, unlike its initial state, there wasn't a trace of black on it.

As he wielded the brush to write, he said, "This knife can engrave a new name on anything that has been blackened with Ichimonji."

Using Yhwach, whose entire body was stained black, as his canvas, he wrote the words "Black Ant".

This is the name he bestowed upon the other person.

He looked coldly at Yhwach and said, "Black Ant, you who bear this name are like Black Ants crawling on the ground, your life fragile and easily destroyed. Even a newborn child could easily crush you."

"Now you understand? The gap between us is so vast, and your fate ends here."

As he spoke, he raised his right foot, his face contorted with rage, and roared, "Now you will be crushed to death like Black Ant, paying for all your past sins!"

Just like the Senri Tsūtenshō he used before, a giant foot appeared.

Like a weight beyond the world, it pressed down on Yhwach had already turned into Black Ant.

This kick even shattered the palace floor, and Yhwach fell all the way towards the Soul Society.

But this time, Ichibē Hyōsube did not stop, nor did he intend to let Yhwach, who had turned into Black Ant, return to Soul Society.

He watched the falling figure, then clasped his hands together and slammed them together in the middle.

A pair of enormous hands appeared on either side of Yhwach, and following Ichibē Hyōsube's movement, they slapped each other together as if swatting mosquitoes.

Farewell, king of ants.

Under the additional attack, Yhwach was like a tattered rag being torn apart, continuing to drift towards the Soul Society.

Ichibē Hyōsube sensed that Yhwach was dead, so he returned to the Deiden and stopped looking at the Black Ant he had trampled to death.

But Yhwach looked like a tattered rag, suddenly opened his mouth and said with some shock, "I never imagined that I could see such a distant future with my eyes closed."

The next moment, the pupils in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and then a pair of pupils appeared in the whites of his left and right eyes.

His body vanished instantly, and behind Ichibē Hyōsube, a burst of azure Reishi erupted.

Yhwach, his entire body stained with ink and bearing the words "Black Ant" inscribed on it, reappeared wielding the Reishi Sword and thrust it forward.

Ichibē Hyōsube had no time to react before his heart was pierced. Blood gushed from his mouth as he stared in disbelief at the black object before him, asking in shock, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

In his shocked gaze, the two characters "Black Ant" that he had written were gradually disappearing.

How is that possible?

Born from chaos, naming everything in Soul Society, and standing at the pinnacle of Soul Reaper, the words he wrote somehow vanished?

As the words "Black Ant" dissipated, the ink that had permeated Yhwach's entire body floated up like ashes, revealing Yhwach's original form beneath.

Despite the excruciating pain from his chest wound, Ichibē Hyōsube charged forward, wielding the Ichimonji.

But just as his blade was about to touch Yhwach, the other man had somehow appeared behind him.

Ichibē Hyōsube turned and continued his attack, but this time his counter-attack was dodged again.

He held the pen in both hands, leaped up, and with all his remaining strength, chopped it down from above.

But when he landed, the tip of the blade only struck the floor of the Riden.

"You seem puzzled as to why I didn't die and was even able to break free from your power."

Perhaps it was because Ichibē Hyōsube had been rambling on and on.

Now that Yhwach, Shikai as well.

"Why can't you beat me? Your round head must be thinking like crazy."

"How utterly ridiculous! When did you come to the idea that I couldn't defeat you? With your dark appearance, you absolutely cannot defeat me!" Ichibē Hyōsube released his hands from his chest and swung the Ichimonji again.

The blackness of Yhwach's cloak and hair once again gathered towards the tip of his pen.

Then he swung his hand violently, and with a loud boom, black ink instantly enveloped the Riden and the sky above it, forming a black domain.

At that moment Ichibē Hyōsube's chest wound miraculously healed.

He hummed in a classical, old-fashioned tone:

"Yo-an, Toki—an, come here for a moment."

Ichibē Hyōsube's left palm faced upwards, and a black smear gathered on his palm, transforming into a large sake bowl.

"Let me see your face, drink it before you leave."

The black liquid, resembling wine, was poured into a large bowl.

"Drinking it will take your life."

Even on the road to the underworld, flowers will bloom.

"Where are the snacks to go with the drinks? Dye them completely black, cut them into eight pieces, and roast them over a black flame until they're charred black, then eat them in one bite."

"Use the remaining white bones to erect a tombstone in your memory, praying that you will never be reincarnated and never become our sacrifice again."

As the humming ended, Ichibē Hyōsube clasped his hands together and looked indifferently at Yhwach in front of him.

Crack! Crack! The sound of the ground splitting open rang out.

Countless corpses surged from the ground, instantly forming a passage that resembled a path to Hell.

The passageway was flanked by fences made of graves, and behind Ichibē Hyōsube, there was a shrine.

At this moment, he sat upright in front of the shrine with his hands clasped together, his feet on a path of countless bones, and tombstones standing on both sides, as if these dead souls were offering sacrifices to him, the god.

"Futen Taisatsuryō."

Ichibē Hyōsube still kept his hands clasped together.

"From the Soul Society a hundred years in the future, a hundred nights were stolen and made into a group of tombstones to mourn you. The darkness in your body will also be absorbed."

"Your flesh and everything else will be blackened and eventually return to nothingness. Don't even think about reincarnation."

"You will be plunged into the darkest Hell."

"You will fall into the darkest Hell." Yhwach and Ichibē said this at the same time.

Ichibē Hyōsube, whose eyes had been indifferent, suddenly widened them.

"I can see everything," Yhwach said. "Under my the Almighty and omnipotent power, there is no room for understanding or countermeasures; everything that comes into view is powerless before me."

Ichibē Hyōsube leaped forward, wielding Ichimonji, and thrust it towards Yhwach's eyes.

Yhwach snorted coldly, stretched out his palm, and in the next instant, what he saw was Ichibē Hyōsube had been torn to pieces and died.

With a loud "whoosh," the black space suddenly dissipated.

Ichibē Hyōsube's body was indeed as Yhwach had seen it: torn to pieces, blood splattered everywhere, and pieces fell to the ground.

"As I saw it, you were already dead three steps ago." Yhwach stepped over the pile of corpses, walked forward, and reached out to destroy the "seal" character.

Just then, a cry of surprise came from behind.

"How could this be? That guy is so cruel!" Orihime Inoue arrived at the scene just in time with Ichigo Kurosaki.

Orihime looked at the dismembered Ichibē Hyōsube and covered her mouth with both hands.

This was the first time she had ever seen a corpse chopped into such pieces, and she couldn't help but feel physically uncomfortable.

Ichigo Kurosaki was equally shaken, but he quickly composed himself, gripped the Moon Blade Bow in his right hand, stared intently at Yhwach ahead, and roared, "I won't let you go to the Soul King Palace!"

Yhwach frowned and turned to the side. "My son, Ichigo Kurosaki, you still managed to catch up."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Ichigo Kurosaki widened.

At that moment, Orihime was covering her mouth, suddenly turned her head, first looking at Ichigo Kurosaki, and said softly, "Ichigo, I noticed a long time ago that Uncle Isshin doesn't look like you at all."

She thought to herself, "Isshin Uncle Isshin's slovenly appearance, how could he be as handsome as Ichigo?"

Of course, she once thought that Ichigo Kurosaki would become like that when he reached middle age, but now she is relieved.

So that's Ichigo's father... Thinking of this, she turned her head and looked at Yhwach.

Upon seeing that thick mustache and his face.