From Naruto, I became a god by hanging up

At that moment, an invisible space attack came instantly, and one of Captain Yamamoto's arms was bitten off without any warning.

His body was trembling slightly, obviously he had suffered a great shock.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner shock.

He knew that at that moment, he was only one step away from death.

If he had reacted a little slower, he would have become a lifeless body at this moment.

"Old man!" Kyoraku Shunsui exclaimed, his eyes full of worry.

"Captain!" The other captains also exclaimed, they obviously didn't expect Captain Yamamoto to suffer such a heavy blow in the first round.

Aizen's eyes also flickered slightly at this moment.

Although he disdained the Gotei 13, he always maintained due respect for Captain Yamamoto's strength.

However, the man in front of him actually made Captain Yamamoto suffer a great loss in just a short moment, which undoubtedly raised his evaluation of Xingliu a few points.

Captain Yamamoto took a deep breath, endured the pain and stopped several captains who wanted to help:

"Don't come over! Kyoraku, take them away from here, let me handle this."

Although his voice was a little trembling, it was full of firmness and determination.

He knew that this battle was no longer something they could intervene in, and he had to face this powerful enemy alone.

Kyoraku Shunsui's eyes flashed with hesitation, but when he saw the firm and resolute eyes of Captain Yamamoto, he instantly understood the serious situation at the moment.

They must obey the captain's order and evacuate this dangerous battlefield immediately.

This is not only for their own safety, but also to avoid any unnecessary interference to Captain Yamamoto's next battle.

However, just as they were about to evacuate, a scornful laugh suddenly sounded, as if a cold wind swept through everyone's hearts.

Xingliu stood there, saying word by word: "Do you think I don't exist? If you want to fight, you can fight. If you want to leave, you can leave?"

His tone was flat and indifferent, as if he was a god who controlled all life and death.

Then, an unprecedented strong spiritual pressure came instantly.

This spiritual pressure was so strong that everyone present felt suffocated.

Whether it was Aizen's side or the Gotei 13, everyone seemed to be pressed by an invisible mountain on their chests, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's eyes flashed with shock and disbelief.

He always thought that his spiritual pressure was the most powerful existence in the Soul Society.

However, at this moment, he found that he seemed so small and powerless in front of this spiritual pressure.

This was an experience he had never had before, and a result he had never thought of.

Aizen was much more shocked than Yamamoto.

As a scholar who deeply studied spiritual pressure and spirit particles, he had a more thorough understanding of this invisible power.

At this moment, he clearly felt that the spiritual pressure that suppressed everyone was not from the Star Stream itself, but from the power of the Soul Society itself.

The Soul Society, which was completely constructed by spirit particles, seemed to have become a puppet of the Star Stream, and only obeyed its will.

This was a situation that Aizen had never imagined. This power made him think of the Soul King who created the Three Realms.

For a moment, Aizen's eyes looking at the Star Stream became extremely hot, as if he saw some unprecedented possibilities.

At the same time, Yamamoto also put aside all his concerns and displayed his Bankai - "Zanka Tachi".

As he released his Zanpakutō, the surrounding flames disappeared strangely.

Instead, the surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the air around Yamamoto was distorted.

After the Bankai, Yamamoto's spiritual pressure was greatly improved.

However, he only took a step and was once again firmly suppressed by the even greater spiritual pressure.

Even as strong as Captain Yamamoto, he could not resist this will that seemed to come from the whole world.

Being able to move a little under such suppression was enough to make him proud.

Xingliu slowly walked towards Yamamoto, who was suppressed by the huge spiritual pressure and could not move, with a faint smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the Zanpakutō in Yamamoto's hand.

Because of Yamamoto's Bankai, the sword absorbed all the heat.

Ordinary people would die even if they just approached.

However, in Xingliu's hands, this sword, which was hailed as the strongest in Soul Society, seemed so fragile.

Xingliu just exerted a little force, and the tip of the Rising Sun Blade broke easily.

The crisp breaking sound echoed in the air, as if it was a ruthless mockery of Yamamoto.

Yamamoto's eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.

At this moment, he deeplyHe realized that the gap in strength between him and Xingliu was like a chasm, leaving him no chance to resist.

Xingliu touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Don't look at me like that, your Spirit King has sold you to me."

His words were calm and indifferent, but they exploded like a thunder in the hearts of everyone present.

Yamamoto couldn't believe his ears.

He was sold? How could he know nothing about such a thing?

Moreover, didn't the Spirit King lose consciousness?

After all, his body had long been divided into countless parts. How could such an existence make a decision?

So, even though life and death were in Xingliu's hands, Yamamoto still couldn't believe what the other party said.

He stared at Xingliu closely, trying to find a flaw in his eyes.

Xingliu looked at Yamamoto's suspicious expression, smiled sarcastically, and continued: "Others may not know what you did, but you, Yamamoto, can't be unaware, right?"

"The Soul King who created the three realms was cruelly divided by your so-called nobles and has been reincarnated between life and death."

"If he wanted to destroy this world directly, I would think it was natural. Now, he is just tired of it all and wants to die, and then he left the mess to me."

Xingliu's words were full of disdain and ridicule for the nobles.

His eyes were deep and indifferent, as if he was looking at a group of ridiculous clowns.

Yamamoto was shocked by his words and speechless, and his heart was shaken.

According to Xingliu, the Soul King is indeed capable and qualified to do so.

The other captains were dumbfounded.

Didn't they, the Thirteenth Squadron of the Court Guard, always take it as their responsibility to protect the Soul King?

Now someone actually told him that the Soul King is now neither alive nor dead, and his body has been cut into countless pieces.

So what are they protecting?

Especially Tosen Kaname, who was already dissatisfied with the Soul Society nobles because of his friends, and now he was completely overwhelmed after hearing the truth.

"Kashimura, is this your justice!?"