Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Li Chuan stood above the double killing platform.

The Grim Reapers below were some scattered, some hiding, and there was also a Grim Reaper who looked quite powerful and was rushing here with all his strength.

The Gotei 13 are like a precision machine.

Operate in an orderly manner.

It felt like it was almost time, and the sea of ​​spiritual pressure covering the entire Seireitei quietly dissipated. The Shinigami who were rushing to the Double Death Platform and those who had not yet had time to hide in the underground waterway only felt the oppressive feeling in their hearts gradually weakening, and then disappearing.

The underground sewer suddenly became lively, and everyone was thinking about it.

The captain and deputy captain who were on their way looked in the direction of the double killing platform with some confusion, and then quickened their pace.

After a period of time.

Li Chuan looked at Komamura Satsujin opposite him with a smile. He was a little surprised that he was the first one to arrive.

Komamura Sajin had already drawn his Zanpakutō and was facing Li Chuan with a puzzled look on his face.

In his perception, Li Chuan had no spiritual pressure at all. He looked like a greasy uncle in the real world, with a simple smile. He couldn't believe that the vast ocean of spiritual pressure appeared in the hands of the person in front of him.

But he did not intend to underestimate the enemy and held his Zanpakutō tightly.

He asked, "Are you the tourist who invaded Soul Society?" His voice was low and steady.

This question was so obvious that Li Chuan was too lazy to answer it.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am the captain of the 7th Division, Komamura Sajin. My duty is to protect the Seireitei and suppress invading enemies."

"If you come with me to the Central 46th Room for interrogation and explain your background and purpose, I am willing to guarantee it as long as it does not harm the interests of Soul Society." Perhaps realizing that Li Chuan is quite powerful, Komamura Satsuki is rarely so earnest in his advice, and it would be better if it could avoid causing conflicts.

"Hehe." Li Chuan showed some contempt and stretched out his fist towards Komamura.

Komamura saw what Li Chuan did and didn't know what he was going to do, so he tightened his grip on his Zanpakutō and became fully alert.

I saw Li Chuan on the opposite side sticking out his index finger from his fist and hooking it inside.

It seemed that he had never thought that Li Chuan would do such a thing. He was stunned for a moment and then reacted instantly.

Komamura, who has always been known for his steadiness, has never suffered such humiliation since becoming captain. His eyes became ferocious through his wooden helmet.

He performed instant step and suddenly disappeared from the spot, appearing above Li Chuan, and his Zanpakutō slashed towards Li Chuan with a sharp whistling sound.

Facing Komamura's attack, Li Chuan put his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, without any movement.

"Bang." Komamura's slash was blocked by an invisible grid twenty centimeters away from Li Chuan's head, and could no longer move forward. The strong wind it stirred up scattered in all directions.

"What?" Komamura was surprised. With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that his slash was blocked by the condensed spiritual pressure. Even though he was mentally prepared, the opponent's strength was still beyond his expectations.

"My friend, is this the confidence you rely on?"

Looking down, except for the captain-general, Aizen, Ichimaru Gin, and Tosen Kaname, all the captains and vice-captains of each division have arrived.

Li Chuan, with a smile on his face, finally spoke: "I heard that Soul Society is the strongest. I can't find an opponent recently, so I came here to seek defeat."

"I just want to hack you all to death, or be hacked to death by you all." Li Chuan continued with a smile.

The voice was not loud, but it echoed all around. The captains and vice-captains below were hearing this kind of request for the first time. Because of this, the Soul Society activated the first level one alarm in a thousand years, and they were choked with speechlessness for a moment.

Kenpachi Zaraki, who was below, looked at his fellow travelers in the sky, and his blood boiled. His aura surged. This sentence was so touching. He wanted to fight with Li Chuan immediately, but Komamura got there first, so he could only wait for the time being.

The same was true for Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika in the back.

"Just because of this, you came to Soul Society and acted recklessly, triggering the first-level alarm." A deep voice came from Komamura's helmet, and anyone could hear his suppressed anger.

"Divine punishment." As Komamura's first release came, a huge shadow appeared above him, staring at him. It was a huge dark arm, holding a huge Zanpakutō in its hand, which was similar in style to the single sword in the TV series in his previous life.

"My friend, aren't you going to draw your Zanpakuto?" Komamura glanced at Li Chuan's waist.

"You talk a lot. I hope your strength is as good as your mouth."

Hearing such insulting words, Komamura said nothing, but his eyes became even more fierce, and his huge, staring arm rose upward as he moved. With the injection of spiritual pressure, his momentum grew stronger and stronger, and soon reached a critical point.

With a loud shout, a slash many times more powerful than the previous one came down and soon arrived in front of Li Chuan.

"Bang." Seeing that his slash was still blocked by the spiritual pressure grid, Komamura's heart trembled.

With a turn of his arm, the Zanpakuto slashed towards Li Chuan's left side with a strong wind, and its power remained undiminished.

Li Chuan still stood there with a smile on his face, his hands in his pockets, ignoring Komamura's attack.

"boom."

"boom."

"boom."

Komamura attacked angrily from all directions for more than ten times, but each time he was blocked by the partitions generated by the compressed spiritual pressure, and was not affected at all. It was as if Li Chuan was now in a highly defended fortress.

"Captain." Shooting Field Tetsuzaemon shouted repeatedly. It was the first time he saw his captain's Shikai, and the opponent easily blocked such a powerful slash. He looked at Komamura in the field with a nervous expression.

The more Kenpachi Zaraki watched, the more excited he became. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he became.

"This traveler looks very young. How did he manage to condense such high-purity spiritual pressure?" Kurotsuchi Mayuri's unique voice was heard in the field, looking curiously at Li Chuan in the air.

Komamura was a little out of breath at this time. Each of his strikes just now contained most of his strength, and his breathing sounded even more muffled under the wooden helmet.

Looking at Li Chuan who was calm and motionless on the opposite side, he had no choice but to close his eyes. At this moment, a spiritual pressure as real as substance burst out from Komamura's body. His eyes suddenly opened, and a brilliant light flashed. The spiritual pressure became more and more intense and huge, and the strong wind formed filled the surroundings. The Death Hegemony Suit fluttered in this strong wind, and the wooden helmet was torn into pieces, revealing its true appearance.

The captains and vice-captains below also looked solemn at this time. Although they were surprised at Komamura's true appearance, they also realized that Komamura was going to use all his strength.

"Bankai: Black Rope Heavenly Punishment Myooh." As it was released, Komamura summoned a huge life form on his left. As he straightened his back, he turned into a black-armored warrior several dozen meters tall. Li Chuan was as small as an ant in front of him.

Looking at the Bankai and Komamura that are exactly the same as in the anime, Li Chuan is filled with emotion.

He waved his hand and removed the spiritual pressure space.

Komamura saw Li Chuan's behavior and knew that the real battle was coming. He raised his Zanpakutō with both hands, and the black-armored warrior next to him followed his movements.

"Hah." The black samurai swung the Zanpakuto in his hand down with the force of splitting a mountain, as if to cut the space in front of him in half.