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

It was Muramasa.

"Answer me! What did you do to Lord Yuan Liuzhai?!"

Komamura Sajin glared angrily, his Zanpakuto "Tenken" fully unsheathed, its tip pointing directly at Muramasa.

The surging spiritual pressure swept out like a storm, dispersing some of the surrounding thick fog.

However, Muramasa ignored Komamura's anger.

He didn't even look at Komamura, but simply lowered his head slightly, as if listening to something, or perhaps talking to himself:

"Can you feel it? This pervasive resentment, this yearning for freedom... how melodious it is."

"Arrogant fool!" Seeing that the other party ignored him, Komamura Sajin said no more, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

The burly figure transformed into a black shadow, raising "Heavenly Punishment" high with both hands, and with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, it fiercely cleaved down towards the head of the village!

This strike was powerful and incredibly fast!

However, as if he had anticipated this, Muramasa took half a step to the right.

"Shh-!"

The massive blade grazed Muramasa's clothes before slamming into the ground, creating a huge crater and sending debris flying.

But Muramasa himself was unharmed.

"What...?!" Komamura Sajin's pupils contracted, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

The opponent's seemingly casual dodge was extremely precise, and it was by no means a fluke!

"Your sword is roaring." Muramasa finally raised his head slightly, his gaze falling on the "Heaven's Punishment" in Komamura's hand, his voice carrying a strange interest.

"Bound by heavy responsibilities and so-called 'justice,' they are deprived of their freedom... How pitiful."

"Stop spouting nonsense and bewitching people!" Komamura Sajin drew his sword and turned around, raising his spiritual pressure to its peak without hesitation, roaring angrily: "Bankai! Black Rope Heavenly Punishment Myōō!"

Rumble—!!

A tremendous spiritual pressure surged into the sky, shaking the thick fog in all directions!

A giant clad in heavy black armor, with enormous horns on its head and a majestic face like that of Vajra Myō-ō, descended behind Komamura Sajin!

The giant held a massive battle sword comparable to a mountain, radiating a powerful aura!

This is Komamura Sajin's Bankai, whose power is enough to terrify most enemies.

"Myo-o! Slay this scoundrel!" Komamura Sajin pointed his sword forward.

Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King let out a silent roar, raised his huge battle sword high, and slashed it down!

However, what happened next shocked everyone, and they stared wide-eyed in disbelief!

Just as the giant sword of the Heavenly Punishment King was about to strike Muramasa—

The imposing black-armored giant, a symbol of Komamura Sajin's power and beliefs, suddenly froze!

Then, to everyone's astonishment, its raised sword abruptly stopped, and then...

Defying its master's will, it turned its blade and slashed fiercely back at its original master—Komamura Sajin!

"Myo-oh?! You—!!" Komamura Sajin's roar was filled with extreme shock and bewilderment.

Chapter 134 The Betrayal of the Zanpakuto

He couldn't understand why the divine punishment that was connected to his mind and soul would suddenly backfire!

In the face of death, Komamura Sajin, relying on his honed fighting instincts, rolled to the side with all his might at the last moment before the giant blade was about to strike him.

"boom--!!!"

The giant blade grazed his body and shattered the ground where he had been standing, along with a large section of rock behind him!

The violent shockwave sent Komamura Sajin flying, crashing heavily into a giant rock. The rock shattered, and he groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But this is just the beginning.

The traitorous Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King's spiritual pressure surged violently, and his form began to change!

Golden light emanated from its eyes, and it exhaled scorching hot breath!

He transformed into a gigantic man with golden eyes, blazing flames, and an aura of ferocity that filled the sky!

"Roar—!!" The Heavenly Punishment King, transformed into a giant of flames, locked onto Komamura Sajin, who had just struggled to his feet from the rubble, and raised the giant battle sword in his hand, which was burning with raging flames, once again!

"Binding Technique Sixty-Three - Chain Binding!" Tosen Kaname reacted the fastest, instantly unleashing a high-level binding technique. Huge golden chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped around the arm of the giant of flames.

However, the chains sizzled and broke as soon as they touched the flames on the giant's body!

"Tsk!" Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes flashed with excitement, and he was about to draw his sword and step forward.

But the giant fire monster was even faster! It suddenly opened its massive maw, and a blazing rainbow of flames shot out like a living python, nimbly and swiftly coiling around Komamura Sajin's right wrist, which was holding a sword!

"What?!" Komamura Sajin swung his sword to block, but the fiery rainbow instantly wrapped around his wrist and the hilt of the "Heaven's Punishment" sword, and a terrifying pulling force came from it!

"Ughh ...

However, the fire giant's power seemed inexhaustible, and Komamura ultimately succumbed to divine retribution.

Just as he lost his balance, the giant flaming sword of the giant fireman struck him squarely in the chest!

"Captain Komamura!!" everyone exclaimed.

"boom--!!!"

The massive explosion and flames engulfed Komamura Sajin's figure, and the smell of blood mixed with the burnt smell filled the air.

When the flames died down, Komamura Sajin's burly body was seen flying backward, a shocking knife wound running diagonally from his shoulder to his abdomen.

His aura was extremely weak, and the "Heavenly Punishment" in his hand flew out and fell to the ground in the distance with a clatter, its light dimming.

Retsu Unohana arrived almost simultaneously, her beams of light pouring down, barely keeping Komamura Sajin alive. However, the severity of his injuries made the medical team leader's expression grave.

A deathly silence enveloped the fog-shrouded hills.

All eyes shifted from the critically injured and dying Komamura Sajin to the giant man of flames.

Finally, the image focuses on Muramasa, who stood calmly to the side throughout, as if he were merely watching a trivial drama.

Manipulating a Zanpakuto... no, making a Zanpakuto rebel against its master!

They gripped their Zanpakuto tightly, feeling for the first time how strange and... dangerous their closest companions had become.

The thick fog churned, and Muramasa's hoarse voice rang out again:

"This is just the beginning. Feel the blades in your hands, the true voice that has been suppressed for thousands of years."

Almost instinctively, several captains, vice-captains, and executive officers gripped their Zanpakuto tightly.

The spiritual pressure erupted, attempting to unleash it as quickly as possible!

"Scattered, Senbonzakura..."

"Roar, serpent tail..."

"Bloom, plum blossom..."

"Whisper, gray cat..."

However, what responded to them was not the familiar spiritual pressure resonance and surge of power, but an emptiness!

Kuchiki Byakuya's "Senbonzakura" only emitted a few faint pink lights on its blade before quickly dimming.

Kira Izuru's "Wabisuke" was so heavy that it almost slipped from his hand. The blade no longer conveyed the rule of "increased weight," but rather a cold resistance.

Hinamori Momo's "Flying Plum" flame flickered and then went out, as if it had been extinguished by an invisible hand.

Most people failed! They felt that the bond between themselves and their Zanpakuto had become more fragile than ever before!

They could grip the knife, but struggled to wield its power effectively, let alone carry out any liberation.

Some of the officials' Zanpakuto even began to tremble slightly, emitting an uncoordinated buzzing sound.

“How could this be… my gray cat…” Matsumoto Rangiku’s face turned pale as she stared incredulously at the Zanpakuto in her hand.

"Quiet! Wabisuke, obey my orders!" Kira Izuru was sweating as he tried to force a conversation.

“It’s no use.” Muramasa’s hoarse, calm voice rang out again, as if he had already anticipated this scene.

"The Zanpakuto in your hands no longer exist with you."

Muramasa's voice echoed across the silent hills, each word striking a chord in the hearts of the Grim Reapers.

"For so long, they have been bound and treated as mere 'tools.' Tonight, I am simply... freeing them from the selfish control of death."

As he finished speaking, an even more despairing scene unfolded.

Within the thick fog, figures of varying postures and emanating spiritual pressure of varying strengths began to emerge from all directions.

Some of them were indistinct human shapes, while others were ferocious beast-like forms.

Without exception, they all exuded spiritual pressure that was of the same origin as the Zanpakuto in the hands of the Shinigami present, yet independent and filled with various negative emotions!

Materialized Zanpakuto! And their numbers are increasing rapidly!

In just a few breaths, more than twenty materialized Zanpakuto appeared around the hill, staring at their former masters with cold, angry "gazes".

"Hime...that's Hime!" Hinamori Momo exclaimed in surprise, watching a petite little girl walk towards Muramasa.

“Gray Cat…” Matsumoto Rangiku also recognized the lazy catgirl-shaped spirit, but at this moment there was only indifference in its eyes.

Kuchiki Byakuya gripped the inescapable Senbonzakura, his icy gaze fixed on Muramasa, who was surrounded by numerous materialized Zanpakuto.

Finally, he asked the question that had been on everyone's mind, his voice unusually cold and hard as he tried to suppress his emotions:

"Who...who are you?"

Muramasa slowly turned his head, his gaze, hidden by his bangs, seemed to pierce through the distance, meeting Kuchiki Byakuya's eyes.

He remained silent for a few seconds, as if recalling something, or as if declaring a fate that had already been sealed.

"My name is Muramasa." The hoarse voice carried a century of loneliness.

"The Grim Reaper's unilateral control over the Zanpakuto, the flawed 'order' that has persisted for millions of years, will end tonight."

He slightly opened his arms, as if to embrace all the materialized Zanpakuto that had gathered, and his voice suddenly rose, like a pronouncement: