Chapter 547

Soon, most of the people from Las Noches had fled, and Chen Fan, sensing the aura of his Zanpakuto, walked into the main hall.

In the Human World, as soon as Aizen and his group emerged, almost all the captains of the Soul Society appeared before Aizen, and the atmosphere of war was about to break out.

Aizen was slightly taken aback by the situation, then smiled and said, "Is that Lord Chen Fan? No wonder none of the captains went to Soul Society. So they were planning to fight in the Human World. It seems they knew my purpose. It looks like I provoked him too many times before, even though it didn't cause any real harm. I should have been gentler with him. Lord Chen Fan is a very clever person, you know."

"Looks like we made it in time," Genryusai Yamamoto remarked.

"You made it? Why do you say that? If Karakura Town were in Soul Society, then all I had to do was wipe you all out and then go to Karakura Town in Soul Society to create the Oken. It's that simple!" Aizen said with a smile.

Finally, the other enemies disappeared, and Las Noches became much quieter. Indeed, before coming here, Chen Fan had told Kisuke Urahara not to let anyone else come. Aizen's target was Karakura Town. Chen Fan understood Aizen; he was someone who liked to control everything himself. He wouldn't trust others. Perhaps it was someone else who would team up with Chen Fan's Zanpakuto, but if it were him, he would never team up with Aizen. It was only about mutual exploitation to achieve their own goals. Aizen's objective was to trap Chen Fan here. Chen Fan's Zanpakuto needed some honing, and moving Karakura Town to Soul Society exactly as it was needed would also take time.

Chen Fan Grimmjow, Baraggan, Zommari, and Yammy were all aimed at buying time without revealing any weaknesses. Otherwise, Aizen would have noticed the changes in the Human World, and Chen Fan also allowed himself a good amount of time to recover his spiritual pressure.

"Tap tap..."

Chen Fan's footsteps echoed in the corridor of the main hall, which was deserted, making it appear even more eerie and terrifying.

Chen Fan quickly arrived at the center of the main hall, looked up at his Zanpakuto, and saw that the white-clad figure was still the same as his own, unchanged;

"You've finally arrived!" White-Clad Chen Fan, said.

"Yes! I've come. I want to ask you what you mean by creating an ideal world," Chen Fan said.

"It means exactly what it says. I'm fed up with your weakness and incompetence. Even someone Aizen can manipulate you like this. Why do you have to abide by the rules of Soul Society? Wouldn't it be better to be like before? You were so carefree back then." White-Clad Chen Fan shouted loudly at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan paused slightly, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "Are you lonely...?"

"Call out..."

"Bang!"

A surge of energy pierced through Chen Fan's shoulder, causing a cloud of snowflakes to appear. Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged as he stared at the White-Clad Chen Fan standing before the throne, his face now filled with rage.

"I'm sorry," Chen Fan said softly.

"Shut up!" White-Clad Chen Fan shouted angrily at Chen Fan.

"Call out"

"Bang!"

Chen Fan's other arm was also pierced, but Chen Fan expression remained unchanged, filled with guilt. For the past sixty years, Chen Fan had rarely communicated with his Zanpakuto. He didn't know what the other Zanpakuto thought, but when his own Zanpakuto cried out that it was finally free, Chen Fan hadn't paid attention. It wasn't until Aizen mentioned him when he left Soul Society that he suddenly remembered that his Zanpakuto, like him, possessed its own thoughts and life. He hadn't communicated with his Zanpakuto for decades.

Chen Fan admitted that he was somewhat afraid—afraid of his Zanpakuto, afraid that he couldn't subdue Zanpakuto, afraid of contacting it. Perhaps it had always resented him for creating it, for being a sword instead of a human, unable to experience human joy. The thought of being sealed inside the sword for a hundred years filled Chen Fan with increasing guilt.

"I'm sorry!" Chen Fan said again;

"Call out..."

"Puff...!"

Chen Fan's left leg was also cut open, bleeding continuously, and Chen Fan's body swayed slightly;

"You think saying sorry is enough? I'm going to devour you and live on as the new Chen Fan. I'm going to create a perfect world."

"Sorry..."

"Whoosh..." Another shockwave ripped open a hole in Chen Fan's right leg. Chen Fan's body finally gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, blood gushing from the four holes in his body.