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Tension, despair, and fear spread throughout the entire Seireitei at this moment.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society and the founder of the Spiritual Arts Academy, no one had ever imagined that this battle-hardened old man would end up in such a state.
Drip.
Drops of blood splattered onto the ground, scattering in all directions before instantly evaporating under the intense heat still radiating from the battlefield.
Kenpachi Chengdui moved like lightning. He seized Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni by the throat and took a single step, vanishing from where he stood.
Immediately afterward, blinding flames surged into the sky and exploded with a thunderous roar, dyeing the heavens crimson and causing countless pupils to contract in shock.
When everything finally settled, and the raging winds died down, people looked toward the vast scorched area that remained. The ground was charred black, with flames still burning across it.
Huff... huff...
Heavy breathing echoed throughout Seireitei.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni lay on the ground. Bloody wounds covered his body. Both of his arms were gone, and his eyes were fixed upon the man before him, a figure resembling a savage beast.
Old, armless, and with his power sealed, he no longer possessed the ability to resist the enemy standing before him.
"The Zanpakutō with the greatest offensive power?"
"Is that all?"
A cold, mocking voice rang out.
At that moment, the long blade was raised high before slashing downward.
Slash!
Blood sprayed into the air.
A head flew upward before falling to the ground and rolling several meters away. Its wide-open eyes remained fixed on the sky above.
Kenpachi Chengdui's eyes gleamed with a chilling light. Slowly, he lowered his sword until it pointed diagonally at the ground. Blood dripped from the tip of the blade, producing an eerie sound.
He turned his gaze and swept it across the surroundings, a sinister smile appearing on his face.
"Heh heh..."
No sound was actually heard, yet everyone could feel the sinister intent hidden beneath that smile. It was as if an icy wind had swept across the entirety of Soul Society.
"The... the Captain-Commander... is dead?"
Among the Shinigami, someone finally spoke, his voice trembling.
The faces of all the Captains had darkened to the extreme.
Holding their swords, they stared at the figure standing in the center of the battlefield. His blade remained in his right hand, pointed toward the earth. Slowly, he lifted his head and gazed toward the heavens.
Then…
"ROAR!!!"
A thunderous roar erupted from him.
It was wild, tyrannical, ferocious, and filled with the feeling of complete release.
Since arriving in this world, Chengdui had endured far too much humiliation.
Hidden beneath a black shell, he had been forced to obey the orders of these inferior creatures, forcing himself to converse with them and maintain false appearances.
But he was a King.
The strongest form of life in the universe.
A being born to stand above all others.
A noble existence.
In his eyes, the inhabitants of these barbaric lands were merely inferior races destined to be conquered one after another by his people.
To King Chengdui, they were born as subjects.
And he was born as a ruler.
A king and his subjects had never existed on the same level.
As his roar echoed outward, fierce winds swept across the battlefield.
Dark clouds gathered overhead.
Black-purple lightning flashed within the storm clouds, plunging the entire Seireitei into darkness.
An unimaginably vast and terrifying aura spread in all directions.
The crushing pressure weighed down upon the hearts of every Shinigami present, making it difficult for them to breathe.
And when they looked again at Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's corpse lying before that monstrous figure, despair only deepened.
"W-What... what do we do now?"
Voices murmured in hopelessness.
Despair and confusion spread among the Shinigami ranks.
Suddenly, King Chengdui turned his head. His cold, fearsome eyes swept across the crowd, their oppressive force causing everyone who met them to tremble.
"You will all submit to me." His voice was icy and absolute.
"Otherwise… die."
"This King does not mind slaughtering the entirety of Seireitei."
His indifferent words, saturated with killing intent, shook the air itself and made the Shinigami even more nervous.
Sweat beaded across foreheads, cheeks, and chests, soaking their clothing.
Crack... crack...
As he stepped forward, King Chengdui's Hollow Transformation began to dissipate.
His true appearance gradually emerged before everyone's eyes.
Unlike before, he was no longer dressed in a Shinigami uniform.
Instead, he wore magnificent black royal robes trimmed with gold thread. Strange and ferocious creatures seemed to coil and move across the embroidered fabric.
As he walked, he casually gathered his scattered black hair and fastened it with a simple hairpin, leaving several strands hanging before his forehead. Completely transformed, the current King Chengdui exuded an aura of nobility and domination.
Every movement carried the dignity of a monarch.
His eyes shone with vitality and confidence, yet their depths resembled a bottomless abyss of dark water, unfathomable and profound.
"Those who do not resist will be spared."
"As for everyone else… kill them!"
Having walked to Qingfeng's side, King Chengdui stopped and spoke indifferently.
In the blink of an eye, the battle erupted once more.
With Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni no longer there to block the way, the remaining hundred thousand Shinigami at the gates roared as they surged into Seireitei. Though their numbers had been reduced, the force was still enormous, placing tremendous pressure upon the defenders.
Most terrifying of all was King Chengdui.
Standing there after slaying the Captain-Commander, he did not even need to move. His mere presence was like a towering mountain pressing down upon everyone's hearts.
Qingfeng's body trembled.
Standing behind King Chengdui, he opened his mouth as if wanting to speak, yet lacked the courage to utter a single word.
However, even though he remained silent, King Chengdui spoke first.
His expression remained emotionless, his voice cold and detached.
"Since when have you become capable of disobeying this King's orders?"
"Or have you become so confident that you believe you can overturn the heavens while standing before me?"
Just two casual sentences instantly caused Qingfeng's expression to change drastically.
"I…"
The moment he opened his mouth, the Zanpakutō in King Chengdui's hand had already swung out.
Slash!
It was a strike so fast that it defied comprehension.
A thin line appeared across Qingfeng's neck.
"Urgh!"
He clutched his throat, eyes wide as he stared fixedly at King Chengdui. Yet until the moment he collapsed to the ground, he was unable to say another word.
King Chengdui stood where he was.
Only after Qingfeng had completely died did he take another step forward and walk toward the Soul Society forces.
The sight caused the expressions of the Soul Society Shinigami to change dramatically.
"This is bad… That monster isn't someone any of us can confidently deal with!"
Kyōraku Shunsui, Ichimaru Gin, and the others spoke with grave expressions.
At this moment, their assessment of King Chengdui had risen once again.
Their fear and wariness of him had deepened considerably.
"Should we submit?"
"Or fight to the death?"
Hitsugaya Tōshirō gritted his teeth and spoke.
Given the overwhelming size of the enemy army and King Chengdui's terrifying strength, resisting would only lead to one outcome…
Death.
But to simply kneel and become his subjects?
Could they truly accept that?
The situation had instantly become critical.
Large numbers of Nie Kingdom Shinigami were already charging forward, and the pressure facing the Captains grew heavier with every passing second.
"It seems you still haven't made your choice."
"Then..."
Drawing the Zanpakutō at his waist, King Chengdui spoke calmly.
"This King shall choose for you."
At that moment, he prepared to step into the battlefield personally and slaughter these stubborn fools who refused to submit.
...
At the same time, within Las Noches…
Qin Yi suddenly rose to his feet.
A sharp light burst from his eyes.
His abrupt movement caused everyone present to look up in surprise.
"Our King?"
"Qin!"
Ge Nie, Urahara Kisuke, and the others were stunned.
At this moment, Qin Yi's face was filled with majesty. A vast aura of kingship radiated from him in waves.
"Then it is time for us to move as well. The Captains of Soul Society are still waiting for us to save them." Qin Yi spoke calmly.
His gaze swept over Urahara Kisuke and Hirako Shinji, causing both men to shudder. Their eyes filled with shock and a trace of delight.
"There isn't much time. Gather ten thousand experts. Before the Purple Flow Army enters Soul Society, we must complete the evacuation of all Soul Society Shinigami."
Though his voice remained calm, it carried an overwhelming sense of security and unquestionable authority. The people present, who had been shaken by King Chengdui's terrifying power, gradually calmed down.
That's right.
Even though King Chengdui was unimaginably powerful… They also had a King of their own.
"And while we're at it… This time, let me meet him again."
As the words left his mouth, a fierce light erupted from Qin Yi's eyes.
Then he gave his command.
"Move out!!"
(End of Chapter)