Madara took back Truth-Seeking Orb and looked flatly at Yamamoto Genryūsai, who had broken an arm.
"Do you still want to dance? With your strength, I, Madara, am willing to admit that you have the appearance of Yama!"
Yamamoto Genryūsai looked at Ryūjin Jakka, who had fallen not far away, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.
"Since the establishment of Gotei 13, I have decided to use my life to protect the stability of Soul Society. I want Soul Society to surrender unless I die!"
After saying this, Yamamoto Genryūsai's figure flashed, holding Ryūjin Jakka again, and then pointed at Madara with Zanpakuto.
"So intruder, let me show you what Soul Society is, the strongest Zanpakuto."
"Everything is reduced to ashes!"
"Ryūjin Jakka, Bankai! Zanka no Tachi!"
Along with Yamamoto Genryūsai's loud bell-like shouting, the whole Soul Society seemed to be on fire in an instant.
It was instantly plunged into blazing heat. Rolling white smoke formed by high-temperature evaporation rose from countless corners, like white dragons rising into the sky, straight into the sky.
A horrifying and terrifying high temperature spread quickly, like a hot cage, tightly covering the entire Soul Society.
The surrounding air seemed unable to withstand the intense heat and was trembling and shaking violently.
The heat wave rolled and surged, turning everything into ashes wherever it went, as if it was really going to completely evaporate the entire world!
And the Zanpakuto in his hand turned into a broken sword with dots of Kakkō.
Madara felt the horribly rising temperature around him, and looked at the old man opposite and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"You keep claiming to protect Soul Society, but you ignore the taboos of your own abilities and forcibly activate a wide range of forbidden arts. Is it Soul Society that you are protecting, or the chair you are sitting on under your butt?"
Madara Rinnegan looked at the souls deep in Soul Society that were about to dry up due to the burning, with a trace of ridicule between his brows.
"Hmph, as long as I kill you as soon as possible, everything can be undone!" Yamamoto Genryūsai looked unmoved.
"Haha! Old man! There is a limit to arrogance. Since you are so ignorant, let me show you the corner of Underworld Bureaucracy and Iceburg!"
After saying this, Madara suddenly burst out with a terrifying aura, which contained the murderous aura of Reiatsu, Haki and Ninja World as Ninja World's Asura.
The three momentums entwined and merged with each other. In an instant, Yamamoto Genryūsai felt that he was being suppressed by the guy opposite from his soul, spirit and body.
Madara looked silent, "Since you all like to use knives, it's not impossible to play with you!" After saying this, Madara stretched out his right hand and covered his left eye with the posture of holding the knife.
In an instant, the Rinnegan in Madara's left eye lit up, and the pattern in his eye Luffy rotated rapidly.
"Come out, Yama's Blade!"
As Madara finished speaking, the Rinnegan lines on Madara's left eye quickly connected together due to high-speed rotation, and then turned into a pool of Netherworld Mirror Lake that reflected everything.
There is a huge black door standing above the mirror lake. In the center of the door is carved a huge devil's head with a green face and fangs, which is extremely vicious.
As the door opened, a handful of Black Blade glowing with countless deathly auras were seen inside the door.
Black Blade's body is engraved with dense runes, and there are countless scattered souls floating around.
Madara's right hand slowly lifted away from his left eye, and with his movement, the Black Blade that was placed behind the door also began to vibrate.
Accompanied by a shrill and horrifying howl, Black Blade instantly flew out of the door, as if through Madara's eyes.
The handle of the knife appeared directly in Madara's hand. Madara grasped the handle tightly and quickly pulled it out from his left eye without hesitation.
With the complete appearance of Black Blade, the air that was originally heated by Yamamoto Genryūsai Bankai.
Instantly filled with coldness, a dark cloud suddenly shrouded the entire sky above Soul Society.
Countless ghosts and evil spirits were densely scattered in the air, teeth and claws bared. Kikoku The sound of howling wolves could not be heard.
Red thunder and lightning in the sky flashed in the dark clouds, and the dull sound shocked all the souls of Soul Society.
At the same time, all the ordinary souls of Soul Society, who were originally unbearable due to the scorching heat, instinctively turned toward Madara at this moment and all knelt down on the ground.
Their faces were full of piety and fanaticism, as if Madara was their real master.
Yamamoto Genryūsai's originally indifferent expression suddenly changed at this moment.
Because he found that he actually had an urge to surrender to the man in front of him, and this impulse was extremely strong, as if if he didn't surrender, something terrible would happen.
Madara quietly held the dark and slender Yama's Blade, and walked step by step from the sky to Yamamoto Genryūsai.
As Madara's figure got closer, a strong struggle appeared on Yamamoto Genryūsai's face at this moment.
At the same time, his originally straight body and legs began to bend slightly unnaturally.
"This... what the hell is this!"
Yamamoto Genryūsai looked at Madara with horrified eyes.
Because every time Madara gets closer, his legs will bend unnaturally.
Even though he forcibly stopped this extremely humiliating action in his heart, the instinctive trembling in his body made him still want to kneel down.
Madara continued to walk towards Yamamoto Genryūsai step by step.
Seeing Yamamoto Genryūsai's puzzled, frightened and struggling expression, Madara's lips curved into a slight smile.
"It seems that you really want to know why this is! In fact, it doesn't hurt to tell you.
As the Underworld Bureaucracy first palace Yama, I control the reincarnation of countless souls.
The half-life weapon hatched from my soul naturally represents the authority of Underworld Bureaucracy.
The authority of Underworld Bureaucracy naturally represents the natural surrender and fear from all souls. He is the embodiment of Yama's Authority and is also the object of surrender to all ghosts and gods!"
"Now you can understand what Underworld Bureaucracy is. It is the transit station in the cycle of life and death, the destination of death, and the beginning of new life!"
Following Madara's words, Madara also walked up to Yamamoto Genryūsai.
Madara pressed the Yama's Blade in his hand between Yamamoto Genryūsai's eyebrows. At this moment, Yamamoto Genryūsai could no longer resist the instinctive fear in his heart, and suddenly knelt down in front of Madara with his legs.
And the Zanka no Tachi in his hand made an unprecedented cry, and the blade kept trembling softly, as if it was extremely afraid of something.
Ban gently placed Yama's Blade on Yamamoto Genryūsai's head. The sharp blade stung Yamamoto Genryūsai's scalp, leaving a trace of red blood.
Madara pressed the blade down slightly, and Yamamoto Genryūsai's head, which was still stubbornly raised, slowly lowered toward the ground with Madara's meager strength.
Until his forehead hit the cracked earth heavily.
"Shame, unparalleled shame!" At this moment, Yamamoto Genryūsai felt surprisingly angry, so angry that he wanted to destroy everything.
His fists clenched the soil on the ground tightly. He wanted to resist. He wanted to kill the man in front of him who had humiliated him at all costs, even by self-destruction.
But he couldn't do it, his body and soul were trembling. No matter how much anger he had in his heart, he could only grovel humbly in front of the man in front of him and let others slaughter him.
At this time, ten Second Division Commander was not much better.
At this moment, no matter who they are, how strong Reiatsu is, how awesome Zanpakuto is, they can only kneel on the ground trembling.
Unable to move, I didn't even dare to have a thought of disrespect towards the man not far away.
Because once they have this thought, they will feel a fear that they are about to die filling their hearts.
Even this kind of fear is not the strongest. The strongest thing is the indelible pain and fear that comes from the sixth sense, which is like prediction.
It was as if death was just the lowest punishment for disrespecting the man not far away, and the higher punishment was endless pain and torture.
Madara looked at Soul Society Death God, who was kneeling down in large pieces, with a hint of boredom in his eyes, which was why he didn't want to use this half-life weapon at first.
Because once it is used, there is no need to dance at all, the enemy will kneel down directly, what's the point of it.