Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Inuyasha, curious about Esdeath, the top beauty on the Imperial Arms World's Must-Eat List, was sitting on a soft couch of a noble family in Anning Road, with a water mirror floating in front of him.

The mirror-like surface shimmered, reflecting the battle scene on the plain.

The frozen army stretched across the plain, its black and red banners frozen in the wind, and icicles hanging from the ballistae like inverted sharp teeth.

The Imperial Arms users remained in their final stances, some raising their weapons as if to strike, others with expressions of shock, all frozen beneath the ice.

The warhorse remained neighing, and the white mist emanating from its mouth and nostrils was frozen in mid-air, like shattered pieces of glass.

Only in the center of the formation, beneath the ice-blue military flag, was there a small open space of about ten feet that remained unaffected by the ice.

"It's almost over!"

Esdeath stood in the center of the open space, her military cap off, her long, light blue hair cascading down her back, and her uniform covered with a thin layer of white frost.

She tilted her head back, like a beast king at the end of its rope, her eyes fixed on the figure in mid-air that was about to hunt her down, her expression completely calm.

It is only natural that the weak are killed by the strong.

She herself would be no exception.

Bai Xuebing hovered directly above her, his face cold and aloof, his right hand outstretched, his palm condensing an extremely compressed mass of icy air.

"Mahaprabhāṣma?"

Bai Xuebing's voice was clear and crisp, but tinged with surprise. "It's an amazing secret technique. Even among the strongest people in our country, few can freeze time and space. If your strength improves further, I might really have to put in some effort."

Faced with an imperial general whose appearance and abilities were both top-notch, Bai Xuebing felt a little regretful.

If the opponent obtains the spirit armor and Zanpakuto, their strength will be completely transformed, and even I probably won't be a match for them.

Unfortunately, Esdeath, whose soul is black with a hint of red and who kills without hesitation, has already been added to the Snow Woman Clan's kill list.

Letting her go would be a violation of the current system.

Upholding the system is upholding one's own status and power, which is far more important than finding a genius out there.

Moreover, the world is never short of geniuses.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Behind her, the Snow Maidens had already flown into the Empire's army of 100,000 to begin purging evil. Bai Xuebing looked at Esdeath and asked calmly.

It's just a matter of the strong preying on the weak.

A chilling aura emanated from Esdeath, instantly freezing her.

A death throes is just too ugly.

Even in death, she had her own pride.

However, Esdeath harbors only one regret—she hasn't found a suitable man yet…

The military uniform turned into ice powder, revealing the icy skin underneath. Cracks spread rapidly along the ice crystal patterns, like a spider web spreading instantly on thin ice.

Long hair and face, in that instant, turned into countless tiny ice dusts, swept by the wind and scattered in the sky above the plain, like a snowstorm flowing against the current, refracting seven colors of light—grand and beautiful.

Inuyasha stared at the scene reflected in the water mirror, showing no surprise.

Esdeath's strength is indeed remarkable, ranking among the top in the Imperial Arms world. Her Mahapadma technique is an incredible secret technique that can freeze time and space.

However, facing Bai Xuebing, whose strength was a level above hers, and Esdeath, who had one foot in the fourth realm, defeat was inevitable from the start.

Who will ultimately claim the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto in history?

Inuyasha's gaze fell on the drifting ice dust, and his thoughts stirred slightly.

A faint, invisible light peeked out from the void, gently swirling and drawing out the soul that had not yet completely dissipated from the icy dust.

Esdeath's soul struggled slightly before being enveloped by the ghostly light, passing through the barrier of the Imperial Arms world and falling into the Ghost World of the Eastern Country.

The allure of the myriad worlds lies in the clash between Brother Mission and Sister Wonder, where limitless possibilities lead to breaking down barriers of strength and unlocking a brighter future.

Inuyasha waved the water mirror away, and the mirror surface turned into streams of light and disappeared into the air.

He turned his head and looked at Bingli, who was sitting quietly beside him.

The girl was dressed in a plain white dress today, her ice-blue hair was tied back with a light-colored ribbon, her round eyes reflected the faint light left after the water mirror disappeared, and a faint smile floated on the corner of her mouth.

She never gets tired of doing anything as long as she's by Inuyasha's side.

"Let's go and see the super dangerous species in this world. The kind of dangerous species that can allow people to control frozen spacetime, we can entrust it to you."

Inuyasha stood up and reached out his hand to her.

Bingli placed her hand in his palm, interlocking her fingers with his, her five fingers clasped together, and smiled radiantly, saying, "Yes, Inuyasha-nii-san."

The news of Esdeath's defeat spread like wildfire.

The morale of the empire's military and the will of the people collapsed completely on that day.

Taxi drivers near the capital threw down their weapons, took off their uniforms, and scattered and fled.

The nobles, with their families, flocked to the capital, hoping to escape the calamity by relying on the high walls of the capital.

Meanwhile, local officials who had long been dissatisfied with the empire's rule opened the city gates and welcomed the Snow Maidens; the revolutionary army hidden in the city also raised the banner of liberation and began to counterattack the capital.

But whether they submitted voluntarily or were forced to join, they were all indiscriminately frozen by the Snow Maidens, who then discerned their good from their bad.

Among them are many "villains" who are "good people forced to do evil by bad people at knifepoint," but from the moment they are stained with the blood of innocent people, the good people themselves are no longer pure. According to the criminal law of the Eastern Land of the Living, they are all sent to the Underworld for trial.

At that time, the wronged will naturally be identified and the debtors will be held accountable.

The religious groups and revolutionary army on Anning Road quickly integrated into the police and security forces.

Because she was the first to pledge allegiance, Najenda was elected by the people to become a bridge between the Empire and the Snow Maidens.

Considering that the Snow Women could judge people's good and evil, she did not lead the Night Raid group to wander around under the Snow Women's nose.

Brand, Akame, and the others were simply allowed to blend into the main force of the security forces and follow the Snow Women, traversing the heart of the empire, passing through cities that had been frozen and then liberated, and finally arriving outside the capital seven days later.

The capital city is in complete chaos.

The city gates were crowded with nobles and wealthy merchants trying to escape the city. Carriages blocked the road, and cries and curses mingled together.

On the city wall, the defenders gripped their weapons blankly, unsure whether to continue serving the crumbling empire or simply throw down their weapons and flee for their lives.

Even with General Bude personally directing operations from the city walls, it was difficult to reverse the continuous decline of the capital.

Thick smoke billowed through the city; it was unclear which warehouse or shop had been set on fire, but the flames illuminated half the sky.

In the heart of this chaos, deep within the once magnificent and powerful palace, Minister Ernest is frantically packing his bags.

His large, robust body moved back and forth in the bedchamber, sweat rolling down his forehead and soaking his collar; his usual composure and ease were nowhere to be seen.

As he stuffed gold, silver, and valuables into chests, he turned back to urge several trusted servants from the Imperial Fist Temple to hurry up.

"Hurry! Take that painting with you! And that box too, the things in that box are worth more than your lives!"

Akame stepped in.

His dark red eyes gleamed with a cold light in the dimly lit hall. The Teigu Murasame was slung across his waist, and his right hand was already gripping the hilt of the sword.

Behind her, Leone, who had already activated her Teigu, rushed into the hall. Her beast-like eyes locked onto Ernest's figure, and a sinister smile spread across her lips. Behind her was Lubbock, who was leaning against the door frame.

Ernest's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Night raid...you traitors!"

He took a few steps back, his waist slamming against the crate with a dull thud.

His hands groped around his sides, as if searching for something to defend himself, but all he could find were the gold and silver valuables he considered his lifeblood.

Akame gazed at the source of this country's misfortune and drew her sword.

The blade of Murasame's sword gleamed a dark red under the light of the palace lamps, its tip pointing in the direction of Ernest.

Several of the Imperial Fist Temple's confidants exchanged glances and then fled through the windows.

Akame and Leone didn't even look, only hearing a few screams outside the hall, which announced the fate of those people.

"You old bastard, I've been waiting for this for ages!"

Leone circled around from the side, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, like a beast cornering its prey, savoring the final moment of joy.

"You...you can't kill me!"

Ernest's voice rose, becoming shrill and almost cracking.

"I am a minister of the Empire!"

"I am His Majesty's most trusted man! If you kill me, His Majesty will not let you off! This country will not let you off either!"

"His Majesty?"

Leone scoffed, her voice icy. "The 'His Majesty' you speak of, aren't you just talking about yourself!"

"you……"

Ernest's words were interrupted by the sound of wind breaking.

Lubbock straightened up from the door frame.

His movements were as fast as a shadow. The threads formed by the Imperial Arm "Thousand Transformations" silently reached out from his hand and wrapped around Ernest's neck before Ernest could react.

The thread suddenly tightened.

Ernest let out a short, sharp sob, like a fat goose being choked.

He grabbed his neck with one hand and reached for the Jewel Imperial Arm on his forehead with the other—as long as an enemy enters the range, he can destroy the enemy's Imperial Arm at the cost of shattering the jewel. The damaged jewel can regenerate in just one week, but it can only be used in one-on-one combat.

"Damn it, we're still a little short!"

Ernest was filled with shock and anger. He scratched several bloody marks on the thick flesh with his fingernails, but the threads were deeply embedded in the flesh and did not budge.

His face turned from white to red, then from red to purple in just a few breaths; his eyes bulged out, and his tongue involuntarily stuck out.

The obese body struggled violently, knocking over the chests and boxes beside it, scattering gold, silver and valuables all over the ground, gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

Lubbock twisted his wrist, and the silk thread tightened again.

A very soft, crisp sound came from Ernest's throat.

His struggles abruptly ceased, and his obese body collapsed heavily to the ground like a lump of mud stripped of its bones.

His head was tilted to one side, and the bloodstains on his neck, caused by the silk thread, were deeply embedded in his flesh. His bloodshot eyes were still wide open, and his pupils were frozen with the fear and resentment of the last moment.

The bedchamber fell silent, with only the lamplight casting a distorted shadow on Ernest's obese corpse.

Akame sheathed her sword and turned to walk out of the hall.

Leone followed behind her, glancing down at Ernest's body as they passed, and snorted.

To prevent Ernest from faking his death, Lubbock cut off Ernest's head before retracting the silk thread. He then pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, slowly wiped the thread, and followed the two figures ahead.

At the highest point of the capital, deep within the palace guarded by layers of security, the young emperor sat regally on his throne.

"How could my country have become like this?"

The sound echoed in the empty hall, the child's innocent voice surging with fear and anger beyond its years.

"Where is the minister? Where is the minister!"

"Where did the rest of them go?!"

The young emperor suddenly stood up, his thin hands slapping the armrests of the throne until they turned red, but in the empty hall, no one responded.

"Kill all the rebels! Kill them all!"

The young emperor, in a fit of rage, summoned the Imperial Arms, a bloodline passed down through generations of the royal family and usable only by the royal family.

Under the horrified gazes of those around, a steel giant hundreds of meters tall burst forth from the top of the palace!

This is the Imperial Guardian Machine God, the Supreme Throne—the original and strongest Imperial Arm, the origin of all Imperial Arms, and the pinnacle of all Imperial Arms, known as the "Supreme Imperial Arm."

"To be a warrior and yet send one's lord to the battlefield is an indelible sin!"

At the same time, General Bude flew into the sky, looked at the machine god that only appeared in books, and suddenly pushed out his hands, with lightning bursting from his body.

Silvery-white arcs of electricity surged and compressed around him, eventually transforming into a pillar of lightning as thick as a tree trunk that could be embraced, which shot into the sky.

Dark clouds surged, and thunder roared!

The appearance of the two suddenly silenced the city.

"It's all because of your appearance that the empire is in such chaos!"

The young emperor gazed at the snowstorm spreading from outside the capital, as hundreds of red laser energies lit up around the machine god.

next second.

Hundreds of crimson laser beams ripped through the sky, carrying temperatures high enough to melt through city walls, and poured outwards from the city.

"For His Majesty's sake! Gentlemen, follow me to quell the rebels!"

General Bude's roar followed immediately, and lightning exploded around him as he faced the approaching blizzard outside the city.

Shirley and Bai Xuebing hovered outside the capital. The lightning and laser beams rushing towards them reflected flickering light and shadow in their eyes, but failed to stir the slightest ripple on the calm faces of the Snow Maidens.

Let it all come to an end.

With Bingli absent, Xueli, as the deputy celestial general, raised her hand and spread her five fingers.

The snow maidens behind them simultaneously formed hand seals.

Five hundred streams of cold air converged into her palm, transforming into a white pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth, soaring into the sky from the front of the formation, and then spreading out in a fan shape towards the capital like a folding fan.

The air condenses into ice crystals, and dust freezes and falls.

The lightning was swallowed up, and the laser was extinguished.

All the demons and monsters were frozen solid.