Bleach: From the moment I was invited by Squad Zero.

In addition to major events in Soul Society, there are also records about the rise and fall of various families in Soul Society.

The Ryudoji family is among them. This family was once very powerful, but in the power struggle a thousand years ago, they chose the wrong side and were exiled to Dangai by the Central 46 Chambers.

Although the record was brief, considering that these people were currently in the severance zone and could manipulate the flow of energy and the soul of the debtor, Liu Chuan had basically confirmed the other party's identity.

Ryudoji Genryu's pupils narrowed slightly as he said, "As expected of a newly recruited member of the Zero Squad, you figured out our identities so quickly."

Liu Chuan did not respond to his words, but continued, "However, if it were just your Ryudoji family, you wouldn't have the guts to attack me first."

You have survived in the broken realm for thousands of years, and have long since learned how to survive in the cracks and how to continue your bloodline without attracting attention.

You know better than anyone what the consequences of provoking a Shinigami from the Zero Division would be.

Therefore, you wouldn't rashly take such a self-destructive action. This suggests there must be another force behind you.

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of crisp, slow applause rang out from the crowd.

The applause was neither too fast nor too slow, but rhythmic, as if one were leisurely and contentedly enjoying a wonderful performance.

The visitor was none other than Tsunayoshi Tokinada. He clapped and smiled as he spoke, his voice very warm, as if chatting with an old friend:

"As expected of Liuchuan, you guessed it so quickly. It's been fifteen years since we last met. You must still remember me, right?"

Yanagawa's gaze fell on Tsunayoshi Tokinada, seemingly not too surprised: "So it's the head of the Tsunayoshi family."

The smile on Tsunayoshi Tokina's face gradually faded, replaced by undisguised indifference and cruelty.

Chapter 246 Death Knight

The humiliation and resentment of fifteen years ago burned fiercely in his eyes.

Fifteen years ago, as the acting head of the Tsuna family, he personally visited Yanagawa and extended an invitation to Yanagawa with generous terms, but Yanagawa casually rejected him with the words "not interested".

That feeling of being despised was deeply ingrained in his heart, and it had not disappeared over the past fifteen years; on the contrary, it had grown stronger and stronger, and his hatred had deepened.

"This is the burial place I prepared for you. How about it? Isn't it unique? I carefully selected this forgotten space. Today, I will use your life to accomplish my great work!"

At that moment, Ryudoji Genryu's gaze fell on Akane Shizuku next to Yanagawa.

His eyes revealed a mixture of surprise and greed, as if he had accidentally kicked a gold brick while walking down the street—an unexpected delight.

After scrutinizing Shizuku for a moment, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, his voice tinged with unexpected excitement:

"Oh? I didn't expect such a pleasant surprise. The Bead of Longing that I've been waiting for is here too!"

Upon hearing this, Shizuku looked puzzled.

She placed her hand on the Zanpakuto at her waist, leaned forward slightly, assuming a ready-to-attack stance, and asked in confusion, "Remembrance Bead? What are you talking about? Me?"

Ryudoji Genryu's smile deepened. He took two large steps forward and explained in a smug tone:

"The Bead of Longing—a collection of countless memories—contains extraordinary and powerful energy."

It is a special existence formed from the fragments of memories of countless souls in the present world through a special opportunity.

If we can obtain the power of the Thought Beads and integrate it into our plans, then our plans will become even more perfect.

Akane Shizuku stood there as always, but Ryudoji Genryu's words shattered the fog in her mind like a thunderclap.

Scattered fragments of memories—childhood domestic violence, school days, being soaked in the rain at her funeral, and the name on the tombstone—seemed to help her find her true place in the world.

She finally understood why her memories were disordered and fragmented, why she had come to this strange place, and why she possessed the power of death but could not remember her complete past.

It turns out I'm not a real human being.

It turns out that I am formed from many fragments of memory put together.

She looked down at her hands, feeling a vague and inexplicable emptiness in her heart.

But he quickly raised his head again, gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, and his gaze was firm and resolute:

"Even if I am the Bead of Longing, so what? I am still me. I have my own thoughts, my own will, and the things I want to do."

Ryudoji Genryu waved his hand, his voice carrying an arrogant air as if he had already taken control of the entire situation:

"These mere thought beads should simply be used as tools; they don't need to have their own ideas."

You are merely a vessel pieced together from countless fragments of memory; it is already an honor for you to be able to contribute to our cause.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire valley seemed to come alive.

Countless spirits emerged from all directions, surging towards Liuchuan and Qian Shizuku like a tidal wave.

Akane Shizuku gripped the Mirokumaru in her hand, a hint of seriousness and worry flashing in her eyes.

She turned her head and spoke to Liu Chuan, her voice tinged with urgency:

"So many vengeful spirits... Although I have the power of a death god, I can only handle a few dozen. But with so many, I don't have a good solution. Do you have any ideas?"

Ryudoji Genryu stood outside the encirclement, his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with a confident light as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with smugness:

"Yanagawa, I know you have the title of the strongest Shinigami, and I also know that you defeated Ryujin Jakka. Your strength is indeed formidable."

However, even the strongest Shinigami has a limit to their spiritual power; it will eventually be exhausted. Once a Shinigami runs out of spiritual power, they will lose their fighting ability.

He paused, then his smile deepened: "That's my strategy!"

They will continuously deplete your spiritual power through an endless stream of souls, and then launch a fatal attack when your spiritual power is exhausted.

Moreover, I just closed the exit here. Don't even think about escaping; you are destined to die here today.

After listening quietly to Ryudoji Genryu's confident declaration, Liu Chuan said, "Is this your strategy? You want to win by sheer numbers?"

He paused, a dark glint flashing in his eyes: "—A good idea, but you seem to have misunderstood something."

How did you determine that I am alone?

Ryudoji Genryu frowned slightly. Before he could understand the meaning of those words, a suffocating sense of oppression suddenly erupted from Yanagawa's body.

Liu Chuan slowly raised his right hand, then gently pressed it down, his voice deep and authoritative, as if issuing a command to the earth itself: "Stand up—!"

The moment the words were spoken, the surrounding earth began to tremble violently.

The ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, cracking open with countless dark fissures.

The cracks widened rapidly, emitting a dull rumbling sound.

Thick black mist billowed from the crack, carrying a chilling aura as if from the depths of the underworld, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.

Then, arms covered in jet-black armor emerged from the cracks.

Those arms were thick and powerful, and dark red patterns appeared on the surface of the armor, pulsating slightly like blood vessels.

They grabbed the edge of the crack, pushed hard, and dragged the huge bodies out of the ground.

The Death Knight has arrived.

They were clad in heavy, jet-black armor, with intricate runes carved on their breastplates, emitting a dark red glow.

The helmets covered their entire faces, leaving only two narrow slits through which two black flames burned—their eyes, filled with nothing but cold fighting spirit.

They held all sorts of weapons in their hands; some wielded huge two-handed greatswords, some held heavy warhammers, and others held spears or battle axes.

Their mounts, skeletal warhorses, were also clad in jet-black armor, with eerie blue flames burning in their eye sockets.

The warhorses had thick, sturdy bones, and each step they took left a burning hoofprint on the ground.

One, two, three—more and more death knights crawled out of the cracks in the ground, lining up neatly in front of Liuchuan.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the dim light, like a legion from the underworld, silently awaiting orders.

They were surrounded by a dense aura of death, an aura that mingled with the resentment and sorrow already present in the valley, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Those souls that had been surging forward like a tide hesitated and retreated noticeably the moment the Death Knight appeared.

Those mindless souls instinctively felt fear when faced with these knights who exuded a pure aura of death.

That is the fear etched deep in the soul of a lower being when facing a higher being.

Chapter 247 One-Sided Massacre

Ryudoji Genryu's expression changed completely.

His gaze was fixed on the dark figures crawling out of the cracks in the ground, his pupils filled with disbelief, shock, and panic.

In all the information he knew, there was no record of Yanagawa possessing such an ability. He only knew that Yanagawa was a member of the Zero Division, the strongest Shinigami who had defeated Ryujin Jakka in his physical form, and was skilled in Kido.

But he had never heard of Liu Chuan being able to summon such a legion of undead that exuded pure death.

Those knights, clad in jet-black armor, riding skeletal warhorses, and with black flames burning in their eyes, each exuded an aura that instinctively instilled fear in those who wore them.

Ryudoji Genryu has lived in the Dankai for a thousand years and believes he has seen all sorts of supernatural beings.

But the situation before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

Standing next to Yanagawa, Akane Shizuku was also stunned. She stared wide-eyed at the death knights crawling out of the ground, and unconsciously loosened her grip on Mirokumaru's hand.

She had thought that Liu Chuan was just an ordinary Grim Reaper, at most a little stronger, which is why she subconsciously wanted to protect him just now.

But now, looking back, her actions seemed ridiculous, and a blush involuntarily crept onto her face, making her feel somewhat embarrassed.

Tsunayoshi Tokina had not anticipated that his opponent had such a trump card.

He originally thought that with the Ryudoji family's control over the Broken Realm and their army of tens of thousands of Soul Deprivation soldiers, they could at least deplete most of Liuchuan's spiritual power.

However, Yanagawa did not give them more time to think.

He slowly raised his right hand, then gently swung it forward: "Crush them!"

The moment he finished speaking, the legion of death knights in front of him moved.

The leading death knight suddenly raised his greatsword, and the dark red runes on the blade suddenly lit up, emitting a bloodthirsty light.

He spurred the horse's flanks, and the skeletal warhorse let out a high-pitched neigh, its four hooves treading on black flames as it charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Behind him, countless death knights spurred their warhorses, forming a dark torrent of steel that charged towards the surging horde of souls!

The sound of horses' hooves thundering across the earth was deafening, and black flames burst forth beneath their hooves, leaving burning hoofprints on the ground.

The weapons in the hands of the Death Knights drew cold arcs in the dim light, and with an unstoppable momentum, they crashed into the horde of Souls!

It was a one-sided massacre.