Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 400 The Soul-Decomposing Insect

Rumble—!

A wild spiritual storm surged up from the ground, instantly blowing away several assassins who were relatively close by.

Before they could react, Kensei used Instant Step to get next to one of them and started close-quarters combat.

Bang bang bang! !

The fist, carrying a gust of wind, struck out, slicing through the opponent's night clothes and shredding the muscles that had been forcibly swollen by the Tapir Blade.

Clouds of blood mist exploded in mid-air, and the assassin was instantly torn to pieces as if his body had been crushed by a meat grinder. His severed limbs were slammed against the white walls around the courtyard by the wind.

"Next." After coldly declaring his decision, Kensei instantly moved closer to another person.

"That's too rude, Kensei."

"Battles should be fought in a more elegant and artistic way."

Inu-ryu clutched his bleeding shoulder, staring wide-eyed as the blond captain beside him strolled out, his golden whip radiating a dangerous spiritual pressure.

Lou Shilang resembled a conductor leading a symphony orchestra, his wrist gently tracing a graceful arc in mid-air.

"Kinsharo Serenade No. 11: The Rose of the Sixteenth Night".

As Lou Shilang chanted and danced, the long whip with a golden rose at the tip drew countless afterimages in the air, instantly entangling several assassins who were trying to escape.

The assassins bound by the whip struggled desperately, their eyes blazing with fury as they tried to draw more life force to break free from the seemingly weak entanglement.

Lou Shilang put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture: "Shh—please listen quietly, this is the final note of the final movement."

Then, he flicked his finger lightly.

The golden rosebuds attached to the assassins bloomed instantly, and a series of deafening explosions echoed through the courtyard!

"Oh dear, you two are making it so bloody, it'll scare the kids."

Hirako Shinji had one hand in his pocket, while the other hand casually twirled the ring at the end of the hilt of his sword, making a buzzing sound.

By this time, the remaining dozen or so assassins were already terrified by this sudden, one-sided massacre.

But the erosion of their reason by the Tapir Blade... left them unable to retreat, and they could only roar like headless flies, desperately charging towards Hirako Shinji.

"Welcome to the upside-down world."

Hirako Shinji's lips curled into a wicked smile, and the reverse-swept blade emitted a strange, exotic fragrance.

The assassins at the forefront suddenly found themselves being pushed backward uncontrollably, even though they were swinging their blades forward...

Although he intended to slash at Hirako Shinji's neck, the blade unexpectedly curved and struck his companion's shoulder instead.

"Ah! Why are you cutting me?!"

"I don't know! My hands won't obey me! Up, down, left, right... everything is reversed!"

In an instant, the assassins' camp was thrown into complete chaos.

Hirako Shinji strolled leisurely among the madmen hacking and slashing at each other, as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard. Occasionally, he would casually swing his sword and easily reap the life of an enemy.

"This... what is this...?" Kasumi Rurichiyo hid behind Inuryu, staring blankly at the three Shinigami who looked like gods descending to earth, her little head filled with shock.

"Phew... I finally made it."

Outside the courtyard, Kira Izuru, the vice-captain of the Third Division, appeared at the entrance with the Shinigami soldiers.

The moment Urahara discovered the anomaly at Kasumioji's house, he sent text messages to three old friends, asking them to come and put out the fire. Fortunately, they made it in time.

Urahara casually dodged the blow from the burly man with the giant axe in front of him, waved enthusiastically to Hirako, and muttered to himself, "Ah, with Mr. Hirako in charge of cleaning up these small fry, I can finally relax."

"Looking around in battle will get you killed, you scum!" the giant roared arrogantly, bringing his axe down heavily.

clang-!!!

The massive axe blade slammed into Benihime's sword, and the terrifying force caused the ground beneath Urahara Kisuke's feet to crack inch by inch.

However, Kisuke Urahara seemed relaxed and carefree, without any pressure whatsoever.

"Ah... I've observed your Mo Yao Blade quite thoroughly." He even had the leisure to fan himself with his other hand: "Now, hand over your weapon so I can examine it carefully?"

"Binding Path No. 61: The Six-Staff Light Prison"

Urahara Kisuke didn't even need to chant; six yellow light shards appeared out of thin air, instantly trapping the giant's waist and freezing his massive body in place.

"Damn it! Break free!" the giant roared, trying to break free of his restraints with brute force.

The single eye on the tapir-shaped blade spun even more wildly, almost squeezing out from the axe blade.

It recklessly drains the host's life force in an attempt to gain the power to break through higher-level binding spells.

Looking at the giant man who was still struggling desperately, whose skin was beginning to wither and shrivel due to the exhaustion of his life force, Kisuke Urahara's eyes flashed with a trace of pity.

He pointed the tip of Hong Ji's knife at the giant man.

"Play with fire, Red Princess!"

Boom boom boom boom!!!

A series of violent spiritual explosions erupted simultaneously on the giant's body and the Moyao Blade.

The crimson eye embedded in the axe blade let out a piercing shriek during the explosion, then burst open like a punctured bubble.

Without the support of the membrane blade, the giant's body, which had already been drained of its life force, burst into flames and quickly turned into a pile of black ashes that drifted away in the wind.

While Kisuke Urahara was dealing with the giant man.

"Your knife is really ugly."

Shinobu's smile remained unchanged, and the Zanpakuto in her hand emitted a dreamlike glow.

"Play with fate, you eccentric girl."

A soft voice rang out in mid-air.

Hundreds and thousands of tiny, shimmering, beautiful worms swarmed out from the blade.

Like bees drawn to the scent of flowers, they instantly covered the ugly scimitar in the tall, thin man's hand, and even climbed up his arms and body along the dark red tentacles.

"What the hell is this?! Get away! Get away from me!" The tall, thin man waved his arms, trying to drive away the beautiful spirit insects.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

The purple tumors on his body that were frantically draining his life force and providing him with violent power began to rapidly turn black and shrink the moment they came into contact with these spirit insects.

"My sister is not only useful for stitching up wounds and healing souls." Shinobu Kocho landed lightly on a tree branch in the courtyard, looking down at the tall, thin Shinigami who was struggling in pain.

"For someone as unworthy of saving as you, my spirit worm will secrete toxins sufficient to decompose spirit particles."

"They will break down your spirit, and then your soul."

The tall, thin man opened his mouth in terror and screamed, but no sound came out.

In the blink of an eye, his vocal system was melted, followed by his muscles and bones.

The look of terror on his face was frozen in time.

Soon, he turned into a puddle of foul water.

Rest in peace. May you learn how to be an upright person in your next life.

Shinobu Kocho gracefully withdrew her Zanpakuto, gently flicked away non-existent dust from the tip, and regained her gentle and serene demeanor.