A Worthy Minister Chooses a Lord to Serve!

It's not that they lack courage or are bad at fighting. Although the members of the Zero Division are theoretically "researchers" and not specifically combatants, they cannot have a deep understanding of Spirit Particle Technology without a sufficiently strong Bleach.

Already possessing top-tier captain-level abilities, they gained lifespans that would never age and spiritual pressure that transcended limits after receiving "promotions." Apart from Yamamoto Genryusai, no one in the Thirteenth Division could compare to them.

But no matter how strong one's inner strength is, no one can remain calm when their established worldview is overturned.

Iori's spiritual pressure is difficult to measure within the framework of Shinigami or Hollows; it's more like an objective existence in nature, such as air or rocks. When he unleashes his true power, it's as if his very existence envelops the entire world!

With just a flick of your finger, you can roam the Three Worlds as easily as squeezing a glass marble!

I can't understand...

Infinite power—this description can actually come true sometimes.

Not even fifty years old, how could this be a naturally born soul?!

As expected, the judgment of the Hyōsube was correct. This must be a life form born from chaos, just like the Soul King and the Hyōsube itself. However, it was not truly born, but was reincarnated into this era after the creation of the Three Worlds.

Only in this way can this extraordinary power be explained, and its Bleach that almost surpasses that of the Hyōsube!

In terms of threat, Yhwach is far less threatening than this man...

Even so, we cannot retreat today— Shutara Senjumaru narrowed his eyes, and golden mechanical auxiliary arms emerged from behind him, like spiders weaving webs.

The other two members also managed to smile, overcoming their instinctive fear and standing up straight. Both of them had rather strange appearances; one had her hair tied up in an incongruous high bun, and the other had curly hair and looked like a black person.

Iori couldn't help but take another look, thinking of his subordinate Tousen Kaname... To be honest, this design and aesthetic were somewhat ahead of its time, but Soul Society was a feudal society that used high technology, so there was no need to dwell on these details.

—Aren't Hokage and One Piece next door the same thing?

"Don't be fooled into thinking you've already won. While you are indeed very strong, battles are all about momentum!"

The dark-skinned Zero Division stepped forward. "I am the Western Divine General of the Soul King Palace, named Nimaiya Ōetsu!"

Kid, who do you think you are? I'm a fighting expert!

Iori raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing the name.

"I am Divine General, Tenjirō Kirinji fastest man in Soul Society— "

The tall, thin man with his hair tied in a high bun put on a fearless and belligerent expression, but before he could finish speaking, the side hall of the Soul King Palace was reduced to ashes with a loud crash!

"Varied!"

The Omotesando was completely sheared away, with a long scar running diagonally through the entire Soul King Palace. The side halls blocking the way were like Utakata... rather than being destroyed, they were "blown away".

The attack was not directed at the side hall itself, but rather swept away by the aftershocks of the attack.

As for the person who directly borne most of the power— Nimaiya Ōetsu —he vanished from the spot, leaving no trace, and his fate remains unknown.

"They are indeed experts—but they only talk a good game."

Iori appeared among the Zero Division members without anyone noticing. The air seemed to have turned into a viscous gel. Right next to the tunnel that had appeared out of nowhere, Tenjirō Kirinji's pupils trembled, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Iori, who was right in front of him. His lips were tight and bloodless.

"—!"

"—!"

The entire Zero Division was shocked.

When exactly did it happen...? Tenjirō Kirinji never imagined that one day he would be unable to see other people's movements clearly.

He was known for his incredible speed, even surpassing Shihōin Yoruichi in terms of his Shunpo technique, and at this point in time, he was undoubtedly the undisputed leader in this area. But just now... let alone comparing, he didn't even have time to react!

This is definitely not Shunpo!

It must be spatial folding; a simple Shunpo couldn't have this effect!

"What, aren't you going to say anything?"

Iori turned around calmly, Zero Type magic runes on his body appeared as a deep but striking dark gold. Even a very ordinary movement caused the ground beneath his feet to tremble slightly.

In reality, he neither used Shunpo nor activated any other skills; he simply "walked" over on his feet.

Step by step, it was like the simplest Hakuda coaching class at the Soul Reaper Academy, throwing an ordinary punch—and that was the result.

From the perspective of the Zero Division members, this was a shocking first encounter kill!

"I've heard of your name,"

Iori smiled. According to his memory, although Tenjirō Kirinji was pretending to be a belligerent middle-aged man and dressed as a delinquent, he was actually an agile warrior and a master of the Returning Dao.

No, it's more accurate to say "the immortal who returned to the Dao".

Because the relatively independent Kido spell, the Returning Path, was only fully systematized under Tenjirō Kirinji, and even Unohana's Returning Path was learned from him. This is why Unohana, after being defeated by Zaraki and becoming disheartened (actually, after experiencing a period of relaxation), switched to becoming a medical professional.

The remaining person, the aloof and elegant woman, is Shutara Senjumaru, who is respectfully called "Ōshō".

Like Nimaiya, the swordsmith, she provided indispensable assistance to the Shinigami: Zanpakuto and Shinigami uniform.

That's right, the Shinigami uniform isn't made using conventional methods. In a sense, it's like the Quincy's Kekkou —a kind of "innate skill" that you automatically acquire after advancing in rank. And this was originally created by Senjumaru and integrated into the Shinigami training system.

—So, they're all important figures. It seems rather undignified to let them leave so hastily.

"It's a real shame, perhaps I should have come sooner."

Iori said with some regret, "Right now, it can no longer be called a real battle."

"That's right,"

Tenjirō Kirinji flashed behind Iori, exclaiming, "You're too strong!"

Snap!

Without turning her head, Iori reached out and grabbed his wrist. Without using any special force, the heat transmitted from his body caused the Divine General let out an extremely painful and suppressed growl.

But soon, Tenjirō Kirinji, enduring the pain, used his other hand to grab Iori's shoulder and firmly control his right arm.

"Um?"

What are you looking at?

An extremely sharp sound entered her ears. When Iori reacted, her clothes had changed from sleeveless to a long robe that covered her entire body, with threads extending out from all directions and converging on the mechanical prosthetic hand behind Senjumaru.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the woman as beautiful as Oiran. Her Golden Prosthetic Arm manipulated her slender fingers, and with the sound of clashing mechanisms, countless sharp "needles" protruded from the inside of the prosthetic arm, piercing Iori's body at point-blank range!

This attack, resembling the Iron Maiden executioner, instantly turned Iori into a pincushion—

No!

With a series of crisp snapping sounds, the taut threads suddenly broke. Senjumaru subconsciously took a half step back. At the same time, the long robe on Iori's body was torn apart by the powerful spiritual pressure, and sparks of light flew out from it.

"Ah!"

Tenjirō Kirinji was the first to be hit, his body pierced by countless flashes of light, and he was sent flying by the shockwave.

Iori, meanwhile, calmly picked up a broken long needle, shaking her head in displeasure. "How could a good tailor forget a needle inside? You're unqualified!"

As the child of a clothing store owner, Iori Aizen possesses a strangely earnest attitude in some ways—

Call out!

It was so faint, even more delicate than the sound of a butterfly flapping its wings, but the fleeting silver thread did indeed pierce Senjumaru's throat, causing the mature woman to suddenly open her eyes wide.

—At this moment, Iori retracted her middle finger and thumb, which were draped together.

Thump!

Senjumaru knelt down straight, a drop of blood slowly flowing from her neck, forming a long, bright red line from top to bottom... The expression on her face was so incredulous, as if she never expected her life to end in this way.

Of course, an attack of this magnitude shouldn't be able to kill the Zero Division, and even if they were, as long as the Soul King Palace exists, these Divine General can be resurrected time and time again.

Sure enough, Senjumaru's eyes quickly regained their sparkle, and at the same time, a powerful spiritual pressure that surpassed Yamamoto's erupted from his body, causing the atmosphere to tremble!

"I--"

"Your strength has increased."

Before Iori could speak, Senjumaru happily said, "Then it seems we can continue playing for a while longer."

The next moment, with a thought, a series of dark blue starlight shone in the sky, and he used compressed spiritual pressure to create Reishi flames. This was originally Yhwach's usual technique, but Iori used it at this moment to occupy the entire field of vision, as if he wanted to bring the world under his control.

It is worth mentioning that he did not deactivate the "Hadō Zero" state. While maintaining the secret technique, he activated the Quincy power (Reishi aggregation), which seemed to be done with ease, not at all like a newly acquired ability.

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Without any fancy gestures, pillars of Reishi flames descended from the sky. Iori simply released his spiritual pressure, but its sheer scale made it resemble a world-ending Divine Punishment rain!

Seeing this, Shutara Senjumaru laughed nervously.

It's unknown how much her inner world changed in that Flash Step, but as the Reishi flames engulfed the entire Soul King Palace, the smile on this great beauty's lips transformed into a look of relief.

"... Is it not a fault of war?"

This defeat was not due to a lack of ability or poor decision-making, but simply due to unforeseen circumstances, like ants fighting a flood.

We have not let down the Soul King, nor have we let down this world—thinking this, Shutara Senjumaru quietly unleashed her special Bankai, unfolding a vast loom and domain capable of weaving the course of destiny.

—And then she watched everything Burning before her eyes!

Senjumaru had never felt so powerless. His Bankai was completely ignored, and his powerful spiritual pressure seemed so weak in the face of even greater power.

Unable to see or control the course of Iori's fate, the exquisite loom could no longer depict beautiful patterns, and could only be swallowed up by the flames along with the fabric that turned to ashes...

Clang!

Suddenly, Senjumaru heard a short, tearing sound, like a sword slicing through thick fabric, so piercing it made his skin tighten.

In the blink of an eye, the Bankai Domain was severed in two by an invisible blade!

Thump!

The sound of impact rang out again, Shutara Senjumaru fell to the ground unwillingly, having lost the ability to fight again, with only a trace of consciousness remaining.

On the opposite side of Iori, only the Great Monk Hyōsube Hyōshūbu remained standing.

Even so, Hyōsube Ichibē did not make any move, and even his smile remained unchanged. He watched his comrade being knocked to the ground by Iori the Unassailable.

Turning her gaze to this person, Iori asked curiously, "Aren't you going to help? If you cooperate with these three, you can still cause me some trouble."

"If I were to actually take action, I would be betraying their sacrifice."

The Great Monk stepped forward, his large mouth, covered with a thick beard, opened to reveal his snow-white teeth.

"Victory requires sacrifice as its foundation, doesn't it?"

"..."

"What an annoying guy," Iori said coldly.

The Great Monk knew from the beginning that his three companions would be of no use against Iori, but even if it was just to extract more information, Senjumaru and the others struggled to make the Great Monk ready.

"Although you are surrounded by a strange power that is difficult to understand, once you get into battle, you are destined to expose your secrets."

Hyōsube Ichibē looked at Iori with confidence. "However, there will be no secrets in what I see with these eyes. Whether it is the power of the Quincy or the Shinigami, I will be able to completely analyze it."

"Oh? Impressive."

Iori didn't question this, she just looked at him with a smile, and then Teuchi her private space.

"Then what about powers beyond 'Shinigami' and 'Quincy'?"

Iori drew a platinum greatsword from the void that didn't look particularly special.

"—!"

Hyōsube constricted sharply, and his breathing faltered.

Before Iori had even fully drawn his sword, the Great Monk lost his temper and roared, "Do you want to destroy the Three Worlds?!"

Kidō!

A gigantic hand emerged from his body once more, larger than before, with even more concentrated spiritual pressure, howling towards Iori with a wind pressure capable of tearing apart the earth.

Iori smiled gently, drew his World-Saving Divine Blade, and held it in front of him. Sensing the surging spiritual pressure, he gave no instructions, and the divine sword automatically awoke from its slumber, its surface overflowing with a divine steely radiance.

As those two palms struck, the silvery starlight suddenly surged, transforming into a "blade" that stretched to the End of Heaven and fell down—

The "hand" and the Soul King Palace were cut in two!

Chapter 502 A good minister chooses his lord to serve!