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"Aizen killed so many Shinigami, and his crimes are unprecedentedly serious. I must give the dead Shinigami an explanation."
"This is the responsibility of the captain."
The old man's temper was like a rock in a latrine—stinky and hard. Having said all that, Chu Yang knew that no amount of persuasion would work, so he simply stopped talking.
Yamamoto continued, "The Fifth Division is responsible for providing support. Go to whichever team is in the most intense battle."
"Fine, you're the captain, you make the decisions." Chu Yang found it a bit funny. What if everyone got stuck in a stalemate? Who would he go to support?
As night fell, everyone returned to their places, awaiting the arrival of Aizen and the Arrancar.
After an unknown amount of time, the space suddenly began to wrinkle, as if silk had been piled up.
One after another, pitch-black voids appeared, and the spiritual pressure in the vicinity surged rapidly.
One broken face after another appeared here.
Each of them possesses a Zanpakuto, making them indistinguishable from Shinigami (death gods) at first glance.
Aizen appeared last, his gaze coldly surveying his surroundings.
They appeared near Chu Yang's house, clearly indicating they were there for him; the second Hogyoku was extremely tempting to Aizen.
The Hogyoku he took away wasn't perfect; even after absorbing a large number of Hollow souls, its effects still didn't meet expectations.
Therefore, for Aizen, killing Chu Yang and taking the Hogyoku from him was imperative, even more important than creating the King Key.
Thinking of Chu Yang, Aizen's killing intent almost went berserk again, and he only managed to calm down with great difficulty.
"Lord Aizen, the target is below."
Szayelaporro, the Espada in charge of research, pointed to Chu Yang's house and said.
His eyes were filled with curiosity. What kind of person could make Lord Aizen so unforgettable, and even kill Yammy, one of the Espada?
"kill him!"
Aizen's figure stood high in the sky, aloof from the world, uttering cold words.
"Haha, I'll go first!"
Grimmjow, ranked sixth among the Espada, had been holding back for a long time. He roared and charged down, his spiritual pressure covering his fist as he slammed it down hard.
With a loud rumble, the entire street shook violently.
Chu Yang's home was reduced to ruins in an instant.
But there was no one inside.
Grimmjow paused for a moment, then looked up at Aizen. "He's not home."
Aizen said calmly, "Then go and search everywhere he might have gone."
The Arrancars immediately scattered, their figures vanishing in an instant.
For some reason, Aizen felt uneasy, as if something big was about to happen.
He coldly surveyed his surroundings as time slowly passed.
suddenly!
The ruins of Chu Yang's house lit up, and a huge six-pointed star barrier rose from the ground, with beams of light rising up and locking Aizen inside.
Aizen's expression darkened.
Subsequently, numerous pillars of light rose throughout Karakura Town.
It was the dead of night, yet at this moment it was as bright as day.
"The space was sealed off. These guys were already waiting for me here. I was too impatient and careless."
Aizen immediately realized that everything was a conspiracy by the Shinigami, but he was not flustered. The Hogyoku had already merged with him, and he was confident that he could defeat any Shinigami.
This includes Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who is hailed as the strongest in the Soul Society for a thousand years.
"The Captain-Commander must have been waiting for me for a while, right?" Aizen suddenly laughed.
"I guessed right, Aizen. As the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, today I will give an explanation to the deceased Shinigami."
Yamamoto slowly walked from the side of the street. Although he was old, his robust body still had an amazing sense of pressure. With each step he took, the terrifying spiritual pressure would cause the void to tremble.
"Why did you do such a foolish thing?" Yamamoto looked up at Aizen, his eyes flashing with disappointment and heartache.
"Foolish?" Aizen's lips curled up, his tone becoming aloof and arrogant, even disdainful. "So many Shinigami, including you, have been guarding that Spirit King Palace for ages. Aren't they foolish too?"
"It's time for this world to change; Death needs to evolve."
A cold wind suddenly rose, chilling to the bone, but it couldn't compare to Yamamoto's inner turmoil. His deep eyes were devoid of emotion, leaving only murderous intent.
Both drew their swords simultaneously.
The intense heat seemed to burn everything away.
……
The Grim Reapers split up and guarded several locations, waiting for the Arrancar to fall into their trap.
Schools and other similar places are places where Chu Yang frequently appears in the real world.
Chu Yang, on the other hand, was near Ichigo's house. Although it was a fake, he had a feeling he could spot one or two Arrancar.
The other members of the Fifth Division did not travel with him, but instead went to support other Shinigami.
Chu Yang waited silently, and soon he was met with an extraordinary spiritual pressure.
The newcomer had blue hair and an arrogant demeanor.
He stopped in front of Chu Yang, a surprised smile on his face. "I didn't expect to meet you here. I'm really lucky."
"It's really good." Chu Yang smiled as well.
“My name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, ranked sixth among the Espada.” Grimmjow drew his Zanpakuto and sneered, “I should let you know my name before I die.”
Chu Yang replied, "I won't tell you my name, because there's no point in talking to a dead person."
Grimmjow looked down at Chu Yang from the air, like a hawk surveying its prey, his eyes burning with intensity.
The next moment, he swung his Zanpakuto, his spiritual pressure roaring as it crashed to the ground like a meteor.
Chu Yang looked up, his black robes fluttering, and threw a punch at the heavens.
Karakura Town, illuminated by the barrier, suddenly went dark for a moment.
An even more terrifying spiritual pressure surged upwards, engulfing Grimmjow's figure.
The two waves of spiritual pressure collided, and Grimmjow's spiritual pressure suddenly collapsed, his figure being submerged in Chu Yang's vast spiritual pressure.
When the spiritual pressure subsided, he was covered in blood and had suffered very serious injuries. He looked at Chu Yang with a look of horror.
Grimmjow has never encountered anyone whose spiritual pressure could overwhelm him with absolute superiority.
Even Aizen didn't have such immense spiritual pressure.
“It’s no wonder Yammy lost to you. I thought he was just careless…” Grimmjow said through gritted teeth, panting heavily.
Chu Yang shook his head and kindly reminded him, "If you don't put your weapon back in, you won't even have the chance to say your last words."
"You're waiting for me to release my Zanpakuto?" Grimmjow's body trembled. The other party spoke the most arrogant words in the most indifferent tone, and his expression and tone did not take him seriously at all.
"Enough with the nonsense." Chu Yang took a step forward, revealing his Origin Martial True Form, and the light of the sun and moon suddenly shone brightly.
Under the blazing sunlight, scorching heatwaves rushed towards Grimmjow, burning him so much that he instinctively covered his face with his hands.
In an instant, the moonlight fell on him, and an indescribable pain erupted.
Like Yammy, Grimmjow felt as if his flesh and blood were falling into a millstone, and although he wanted to escape, his body felt as if it were sinking into a quagmire.
Even the strongest iron could not withstand such torture. Grimmjow let out a shrill roar that echoed over the town of Karakura.
The other Arrancars, including Aizen, heard the shout and felt a chill run down their spines.
"That's Grimmjow's voice. What enemy has he encountered?"
Tia Heribel, who was on her way to school, suddenly stopped and looked back at the direction from which the sound came, a worried expression on her face.
At the same time, Ulquiorra also heard Grimmjow's cry. The image of Yammy's death flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.
It must be that person!
“Grimmjow, that idiot, I warned him long ago to notify Lord Aizen as soon as he found that person, but he just went to his death.”
Ulquiorra cursed under his breath, his reason telling him he should go help Grimmjow, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
The other broken beings, who had not directly faced Chu Yang's terror, headed towards the direction from which the sound came.
The screams gradually subsided, replaced by rapid breathing. Most of Grimmjow's flesh and blood disappeared, turning into spiritual particles and vanishing into the air.
He didn't have the strength to shout, and could only keep panting to relieve the pain; his eyes began to become numb.
"How about it? Still feel lucky?"
Chu Yang asked softly.
Grimmjow stared at him fiercely, his body trembling uncontrollably, without uttering a word.
Chu Yang suddenly turned around, sensing a powerful spiritual pressure approaching, then grinned, "Your luck is indeed quite good."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man dressed in a magnificent robe walked over from not far away. He was extremely robust, with a huge golden compass hanging at his waist and a crown on his head.