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Chapter 1068 The Beast Comes

The intrusion of Ichigo Kurosaki and others quickly aroused the reaction of Soul Society.

"Everyone, let's go make some noise!"

His voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable power. Every word was like a hammer, hitting the hearts of the berserkers.

These companions who fought alongside him understood his intentions instantly without saying much. Only by using the most direct and shocking way could they break the indifference and stubbornness of the Soul Society and rescue the imprisoned Rukia Kuchiki.

And this is what Berserkers do best!
His goal was to save Rukia Kuchiki, but he also knew that if he didn't show their force, he would not have a chance to negotiate.

"it is good!"

After a brief and powerful response, the Berserkers rushed towards different directions of Soul Society like arrows shot from a bow, their figures drawing sharp arcs in the night.

“Kouhei, kouhei, the strong man from another world, here I come!”

"Gua, I'm going to defeat a hundred enemies this time!"

"Come on, come on, come on, everyone here is so good at talking!"

Chad and the others did not leave. Ichigo Kurosaki knew how dangerous the Soul Society was, so he did not intend to let them leave his side.

The Berserker will not be in danger either, because most of the danger will definitely be concentrated here. Once he steps into that area, life and death will be unpredictable.

"I'm right here, all you Gods of Death from Seireitei, come and defeat me!"

Ichigo Kurosaki's voice echoed in the night sky. He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world, and at the same time issued the most direct challenge to Soul Society.

Ichigo Kurosaki's fighting spirit spread like wildfire, quickly to every corner and caused imperceptible fluctuations in the air. It was an invisible contest between strong men.

The berserker's fighting spirit is the best battle communication and declaration.

Although Ichigo Kurosaki's steps seem leisurely, in fact, every step is in the rhythm of time, and every step contains anticipation and preparation for the upcoming battle.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, piercing through the layers of clouds in the Soul Society and locking onto the strong man who responded to his will to fight.

It is a resonance from the depths of the soul, a challenge that can be understood between strong people without words.

"Heh, finally a decent opponent?"

A faint smile appeared on Ichigo Kurosaki's lips, which was a desire for battle and an exploration of his own limits.

Only by fighting with truly strong people can we constantly break through ourselves and go further on this thorny road.

As the aura approached, Ichigo Kurosaki clenched his fists slightly, but he did not rush to meet the enemy. Instead, he continued to move forward in a leisurely manner, with his hands casually shoved in his trouser pockets, as if he was taking a leisurely walk on a forest path.

There was an indescribable sense of rhythm in his steps, and every step was perfectly placed on the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air, as if resonating with the entire world.

In such an atmosphere, Ichigo Kurosaki even hummed a tune. It was his own battle melody, which was both a warm-up for the upcoming battle and an ode to his inner beliefs.

However, in this area covered by Kurosaki Ichigo's fighting spirit, the reactions of other Shinigami were completely different. When they saw Kurosaki Ichigo's figure from afar, their legs trembled involuntarily. It was a fear from the depths of their souls that made their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

Fear spread quickly like a plague, from the legs to the whole body. Even the Zanpakutō in his hand seemed to sense the owner's emotions, trembling slightly, as if expressing fear of the unknown.

"Don't go over there, don't get close, or something bad will happen to you!"

This is the truest voice in their hearts, and it is also the most intuitive feeling of Ichigo Kurosaki's power.

But even so, when Kurosaki Ichigo really approached, the Shinigami who tried to escape found that they could not move at all, as if they were bound by an invisible force. They could only watch him walk towards them step by step, and finally fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

This is Ichigo Kurosaki's battlefield, a realm dominated by him alone.

Here, his fighting spirit turned into an invisible blade, cutting through all obstacles and making it impossible for anyone without fighting spirit to gain a foothold.

His aura field was like an invisible ocean, surging with waves, swallowing up anything that dared to challenge him.

But what made Ichigo Kurosaki strange was that every time he got close to his target, the target would turn around and look in another direction.

Is this avoiding war?
No, that fighting spirit was clearly directed at me.

Even though it was scattered and not condensed, the intensity of the fighting spirit was already very good, so Ichigo Kurosaki was very sure that the other party wanted to fight him.

But I don’t know why I always miss it at the critical moment, or even run away by crashing into the wall.

This left Ichigo Kurosaki confused.

Could it be that the person on the other side is - lost?
There was a loud rumbling sound, like thunder cracking the sky, shaking the entire Soul Society.

Smoke and dust rose up, blocking the moonlight, and it seemed that even the stars were trembling.

A figure slowly walked out of the dust. His appearance was like a god of war crawling out of the abyss, with unparalleled arrogance and wildness.

This is Kenpachi Zaraki, the most maverick among the Gotei 13, the captain of the 11th Division, and a madman who lives on fighting.

He was wearing the iconic 11th Division Captain's feather robe, which fluttered in the night wind like a battle flag, announcing his arrival. Kenpachi was tall and muscular, with every inch of his skin revealing explosive power.

His face was rugged, and his brows revealed an indomitable and wild look, as if he was born to fight. What was even more striking was that his left eye was covered by a black single eye patch, adding a bit of mystery and coldness.

His hedgehog-like hair was even more unique. Every strand seemed to contain an unyielding will. There were also small and delicate bells on it, which rang softly with his movements. The sound was crisp and pleasant, but seemed particularly abrupt in this tense atmosphere, revealing a non-mainstream rebellion and freedom.

Such an outfit is undoubtedly a unique landscape among the serious Gotei 13.

However, the most unexpected thing is that on the shoulder of such an iron-blooded warrior, there is a little girl with pink hair lying. Her big eyes are shining with curiosity and innocence, which forms a sharp contrast with Kenpachi's wild image.

The little girl seemed to be oblivious to everything around her, and just hugged Kenpachi's neck tightly, as if that was her safest harbor. This scene made people curious and imaginative about Kenpachi's inner world.

(End of this chapter)