"Want to kill me? Then let your blade do the talking!"
The Animal Path roared. The Black Rods of the Six Paths embedded in his Soul Sleep and Chain Knot hummed violently as their spiritual pressure output surged once more.
He was not the real Sakibe Kyōga, after all. He feared that, given enough time, Shiba Kazuo would notice the discrepancy.
Shiba Kazuo, withered as an old tree, shook his head gently, utterly dismissive of this Third Kenpachi. "You have far more courage than you did before your imprisonment."
The old man held the strongest water-type Soul-Cutter Sword and casually thrust it forward.
Meanwhile, in the World of the Living, at the very bottom of an ocean.
Silt buried the fragments of sunken ships. Everything around them lay silent and still. The immense weight of the seawater above resembled dark glass. Apart from nearly transparent little fish and jellyfish, this place remained unchanged all year round.
Yet at that moment, a flash of a blade bloomed in the depths!
In an instant, a rift was cut open at the bottom of this ocean in the World of the Living.
The other end of the rift connected to the Soul-Cutter Sword called Nakitora.
Freezing seawater from the ocean floor, bearing pressure immense enough to crush metal, blasted toward the Animal Path.
"Severing Void!"
Every hair on his body stood on end as he cast Bakudō No. 81 without an incantation.
But the spiritual pressure output of the Black Rods of the Outer Path was limited. The transparent barrier shattered with a crash before it could hold for even a hundredth of a second.
The Animal Path flew backward, smashing through several buildings before being buried beneath fallen stone slabs.
"Gah!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood. His right leg burned,