Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Haschwald, kneeling on one knee before the throne of the Quincy King, slowly raised his head.

At this time, they were less than half a mile from the city gate of Silverframe City.

Amidst the ruins, the advancing Grim Reapers suddenly halted.

Yamamoto stood at the front of the group, holding a long sword, his eyes cold and sharp.

Standing before him was a middle-aged man with black hair and a black beard.

Just as the dark-haired man was about to speak, Yamamoto's icy, chilling voice suddenly came from the other end:

"It's been a thousand years, Yhwach!"

That man was none other than the old man's old friend from a thousand years ago, the Quincy King—Yhwach!

"Yes, it's been a long time, Yamamoto Shigekuni."

Yhwach responded indifferently, his gaze sweeping over him and the army of Death behind him.

"It's been over nine hundred years since we last met. I never imagined you'd become so weak, needing to rely on others."

"What, isn't that guy hiding in the pile of corpses here this time?"

“Ridiculous! Now there’s no need to defile Chojiro’s hands anymore; I alone am enough.”

Amidst the mocking laughter, Yamamoto drew Ryujin Jakka.

boom!

With a loud bang, flames burst into flames, engulfing Yamamoto's body and scattering sparks everywhere.

"Initial release?"

Facing the engulfed Yamamoto, Yhwach nonchalantly spread his hands, a sneer playing on his lips:

"You weren't so arrogant a thousand years ago."

Yamamoto grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth; his ferocious smile sent chills down one's spine.

"I should be saying that to you! How dare you come before me alone? You're practically courting death!"

His voice was filled with murderous intent, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

"Today, I will personally end your life!"

Yamamoto's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he gripped Ryujin Jakka tightly in his hand, as if he were ready to cut off Yhwach's head at any moment.

However, just as he was about to swing his knife, his movement suddenly faltered slightly.

Seeing this, Yhwach's lips curled into a contemptuous smirk, and he mocked:

"What's wrong? Yamamoto Shigekuni, are you afraid and don't dare to attack?"

His tone was full of provocation and disdain.

You troublesome brat! It's all your fault that your teacher is looked down upon!

Yamamoto couldn't help but glance at the sky out of the corner of his eye.

Although he knew this was not Seireitei and there was nothing in the sky, he couldn't help but take another look.

Then, he sighed deeply, turned to look at Retsu Unohana beside him, and said:

"Captain Unohana...give me that thing."

Unohana Retsu immediately understood his meaning and, without hesitation, took out a Shadow-Invading Potion and threw it at him.

Yamamoto caught it steadily with one hand and swallowed it without even glancing at it.

Just kidding, what's there to worry about when it's medicine brought by my apprentice's wife?

Sure enough, as soon as he swallowed it, Yamamoto felt a faint, ethereal force churning in his abdomen.

But he was relieved that he did not show any signs of becoming ethereal.

Seeing this, Unohana Retsu seemed to remember something and reminded him:

"Captain, the medicine doesn't need to be taken orally; you can just carry it with you."

"......"

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Are you two toxic? How come you're both so unreliable?

Yamamoto couldn't help but look over, his eyes seeming to ask:

"I didn't die at Yhwach's hands, but I'm going to die at yours."

Unohana Retsu seemed completely unconcerned, waving her hand to reassure him:

"It's alright, Captain. It will be effective if you take it, but you might experience diarrhea in a couple of days."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, having diarrhea is better than losing your life.

The next second, Yamamoto appeared in front of Yhwach, and without hesitation, he slashed down with his long sword, which was burning with raging flames.

Yhwach's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a contemptuous smile, and he said softly:

"Shikai? You think that's enough to threaten me?"

He swiftly reached out and grasped the Quincy Cross, transforming it into a sharp spiritual blade that easily blocked the powerful attack.

Yhwach laughed coldly:

"What can you do at this level? You're too old, Yamamoto Shigekuni!"

Yamamoto responded in a low voice:

"Is that so? Then you'll witness firsthand how I utterly crush you, from flesh and blood to soul! I'll pulverize you to pieces!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the flame in Yamamoto's hand suddenly went out, as if it had been swallowed up by an invisible force.

Yhwach stared in astonishment at the scene before him, a sense of unease rising within him.

However, Yamamoto's gaze was cold.

He gripped the charred, ancient katana tightly in his hand, wisps of smoke slowly rising from the blade, emanating a chilling aura.

"Swastika, residual fire sword!"

Yamamoto's voice was cold and powerful, like a resounding bell proclaiming judgment by a god.

"The Zanka no Tachi, a Bankai that seals flames within the blade. With one swing, everything comes to an end."

"A sword that could burn everything it struck to ashes with explosive flames, I really miss it!"

Yhwach opened his arms and laughed as he spoke.

He recalled his encounter with Yamamoto, and how Yamamoto's powerful sword had left a deep impression on him.

"Broken Blade - East - Rising Sun Blade!"

Without a word, Yamamoto swung his long sword sharply.

A scorching slash descended, sweeping towards Yhwach with earth-shattering force.

Yhwach dodged the attack by sidestepping, but the earth was instantly cleaved into a deep trench.

"It clearly struck the hem of the garment, yet it didn't unleash a burst of flames. Is it different from the ability I saw nine hundred years ago?"

"It's alright, though. Although it's powerful, as long as I don't touch that knife, I can just cut you down!"

Yhwach's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished without a trace, as if he had merged into the air.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Yamamoto, the Quincy Cross in his hand gleaming with a cold light.

"The difference in spiritual pressure makes your seemingly terrifying attack methods seem ridiculous."

"A strike that cannot hit is utterly meaningless, Yamamoto Shigekuni!"

Yhwach said sarcastically, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Yhwach swung his sword at Yamamoto's back without hesitation.

However, just as the knife was about to strike Yamamoto, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

His Quincy Cross melted the instant it struck!

But Yamamoto in front of him was engulfed in flames, his body and blade as if they were shrouded in a dazzling and scorching sun!

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Chapter 384 Holy Domain

"whispering sound!"

Under Yamamoto's mocking gaze, Yhwach's face turned extremely gloomy. He quickly retreated several steps, distancing himself from Yamamoto.

"You're still the same as you were nine hundred years ago, you haven't improved at all!"

Yamamoto shouted and swung his sword down again.

With another deafening roar, the earth was cleaved in two by Yamamoto, and a bottomless chasm split open at Yhwach's feet, as if to swallow him whole.

A flash of anger crossed Yhwach's eyes as he looked at Yamamoto, who was wielding a black katana. He stretched out his hand, holding a metal disc in his palm.

"Star Emblem Transformation!"

However, to Yhwach's surprise, Yamamoto was still holding that sword in his hand, that unchanging, jet-black, ancient katana.

Yamamoto's eyes sharpened, and he glanced down at the long sword in his hand. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and secretly marveled at how effective the Shadow-Invading Medicine was.

"It didn't work?"

Yhwach's eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing.

He originally thought that his Star Manifestation ability would allow him to easily seize Yamamoto's weapon, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

Yhwach flung the broken sword away, and it was instantly scorched to ashes by the flames the moment it reached Yamamoto.

He was both shocked and furious, and his body began to tremble.