Not to mention, he also had the strongest and oldest flame-type Zanpakutō!
Under this nearly hexagonal all-around combination, Kunitsuna Shōgo continued to die.
Burned to death, smashed to pieces, beheaded, cut in half at the waist...
"Again!"
"Again!"
"Again!"
However, no matter how many pieces he was broken into, or how he was burned into powder, he would rise again from the corpse, with a younger appearance and a larger spiritual pressure.
Until finally.
His face froze at around the young and vibrant age of twenty.
The original wrinkled skin was filled with plump and vibrant skin.
The pale hair turned black again.
The yellow and turbid eyeballs became bright and clear.
The hunched figure gradually became slender and upright!
And most importantly...
The total amount of spiritual pressure erupting from his body even completely suppressed Yamamoto Genryūsai.
"Clang—"
A heavy blade smashed heavily onto another Ryūjin Jakka.
Kunitsuna held the blade with both hands, his entire upper body seemed to be pressed against the back of the blade, the distance between the two was only a few inches. Kunitsuna Shōgo could even see his own young face through Yamamoto Genryūsai's stern eyes.
This time, his strength finally reached parity with Yamamoto.
"Boom!!!"
The two katanas crossed each other.
Just the aftermath spread out from the clash, and the earth, which had been burned into wasteland by endless fire, was lifted into a huge, rolling earth mound spanning tens of meters, with large blocks of rock lifted like fragile blocks following the direction of force.
Looking at this scene from afar, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but recall Ichigo's 'final battle' with Aizen in the original work.
This almost god-like power was not something that mortals could hope to achieve.
However, Kunitsuna seemed to be drawing an indescribable pleasure from this endless enhancement process. The eyes, which were fanatical about power, were covered with blood, and while unleashing ultra-dense slashes with his hands, he roared with extreme excitement:
"Yamamoto!"
"Yamamoto Yamamoto Yamamoto Yamamoto!!!"
"This is my true strength!"
"Blazing Inferno—"
As the last sentence fell, a more intense torrent of flames suddenly erupted from the blade in Kunitsuna Shōgo's hand, the crimson light like a red tsunami engulfing the earth, burning and devouring everything in front of Kunitsuna Shōgo.
With the Spirit King's bone as the foundation, spiritual pressure was poured into this fire almost without limit.
Completely engulfing Yamamoto's figure.
Just as Kunitsuna Shōgo had said before.
He had countless opportunities to die.
But Yamamoto, could only die once.
Looking at the continuously burning flames in front of him, Kunitsuna finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He finally got this guy....
Before his thoughts could settle in his heart, he heard a faint sigh from the flames.
"As expected."
"Even the Spirit King's bone has a limit?"
Kunitsuna Shōgo's expression stiffened, and he subconsciously swung his blade again in the direction of the sound.
But this time, what collided with him was a simple katana that was charred all over, with magma-like burning traces flowing on the surface of the blade.
The moment the blades collided.
Kunitsuna Shōgo clearly felt that some extremely powerful force was rushing into his body along the blade in an unusually bold form, slamming into his body.
The next moment.
Everyone around heard an extremely fiery explosion.
Kunitsuna Shōgo turned into a pile of scattered charred powder in the violent explosion, evenly covering every corner of a radius of dozens of meters.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, his upper body bare, came out of the sea of fire.
At this moment, what he was carrying in his hand was no longer Ryūjin Jakka.
Yamamoto's voice was still calm: "From the last time until now, even if you are stupid, you should have realized it, right?"
"Your spiritual pressure has stopped increasing."
Surpassing the Shinigami was a fact.
But it only surpassed by a little bit.
This reality undoubtedly disappointed Yamamoto Genryūsai, who was still trying to pursue higher goals in his heart.
"Also."
"I have also found a way to kill you."
He stated calmly, completely disregarding the emotions of anyone around him, whether ally or enemy.
"Since you are bound to this Kyougoku."
"Then..."
Yamamoto showed a cruel smile: "As long as I burn this world into ashes, can I kill you bastard together?"
The moment his words fell.
Whether it was Kunitsuna Shōgo who had just been resurrected from the ashes, or the other Genryū Shinigami watching the battle from afar, all tensed up.
"No! You wouldn't dare!"
Kunitsuna Shōgo, as if he couldn't believe it, roared loudly: "Yamamoto, there are still hundreds of your disciples and colleagues here!"
"You definitely won't..."
However, before he could finish his words.
Yamamoto had already responded with practical actions.
"Bankai—Zanka no Tachi."
"Zanka no Tachi, West: Remnant Sun Prison Garb!"
The moment the words fell, flames with a temperature exceeding 15 million degrees Celsius suddenly covered Yamamoto Genryūsai's entire body, turning him into a fiery figure covered in a fire robe, with only his head remaining outside.
Almost in an instant.
The entire Kyougoku turned into a blazing human hell.
Countless ordinary Shinigami present were instantly ignited by the terrifying temperature erupting from their Captain-Commander, turning into dazzling torches.
Even Fujimiya Makoto could clearly feel the footsteps of death approaching.
--He also could not withstand such a temperature at close range.
Yamamoto's body was clearly covered in such a fiery robe, but the words he spoke still made everyone who was still alive feel a chill in their hearts:
"Then... I will use your head to commemorate them."
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