Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"Oh......"

Barragán gave a hoarse laugh.

At that smile, the Void beings below immediately stopped what they were doing and fell silent as if trembling in fear.

"If there really is a Shinigami who can rival me, the King of Hueco Mundo, then I would really like to see him for myself."

"That's what he said, Lao Lan."

—An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out in the main hall.

Barragán slowly turned his head, looking up and behind him in the direction of the sound.

On the back of his throne, a man with six arms, carrying a club on his shoulder, was squatting.

Without looking at Barragan, Zheng Jing simply pointed down at his skull and asked Aizen, who had appeared in the center of the hall at some point, "You do it, I do it?"

"If you're interested, I'll leave it to you."

Aizen replied with a smile, holding the sword in one hand.

"Hey old man, you think you're so tough?"

Upon hearing Aizen's words, Zheng Jing turned to look at Barragan.

Hehehehe...

With his head slightly lowered, Barragán let out a laugh that sounded like the hooting of an owl.

—Then, he suddenly raised his hand, picked up the black giant axe leaning against the side of the throne, and without leaving his seat, swung it at Zheng Jing!

"call!!"

The fierce wind whipped up when the giant axe suddenly stopped made the Void beings below the steps tremble involuntarily.

Maintaining the posture of holding an axe with one arm, Barragán turned his head and finally looked directly at Zheng Jing.

"Hey, he doesn't even have the strength to hit someone, yet he calls himself the King of Hueco Mundo."

With two fingers gripping the axe blade, Zheng Jing met Barragán's gaze and sneered.

"Push harder."

Chapter 130: Shattering the Void King's Soul with a Single Blow, Old Zheng is a Reasonable Person

"Little brat..."

Barregan couldn't remember the last time he had met a worthy opponent in a contest of strength.

Although he didn't leave his throne and didn't use his full strength, the little devil of death that landed on his throne still caught the blow without moving an inch.

Clearly, he is no ordinary person!

"Old ghost, you don't need to exert yourself, I can use it now!"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing placed his five fingers on the axe blade, and with a sudden swing of his arm, he yanked Barragan off the throne as if he were lifting a snarling, hissing old cat.

Then, with another powerful whirlwind, the Hueco Mundo was hurled into the distant desert.

"His Majesty!"

Someone cried out in alarm.

There were also those who wanted to pounce on Zheng Jing on the throne.

But as soon as they made a move, Zheng Jing jumped up, somersaulted, and disappeared from their sight.

With neither Barragan nor Zheng Jing to be seen, the group stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, they don't need to worry about what to do next for too long.

"Gentlemen, time is precious."

Upon hearing Aizen's words, the Hollows instinctively turned to look at him.

Holding up the mirror image of a flower in water, Aizen smiled and pushed up his glasses.

"Let's finish this quickly."

-

"Drink!"

With a muffled groan, Barregan steadied himself and looked up to see Zheng Jing already standing in front of him.

This time, he didn't act rashly. Instead, he gripped the giant axe and carefully examined Zheng Jing.

Zheng Jing wasn't in a hurry to make a move. Now that they were face to face, he looked the unfortunate Barragan up and down:

A golden crown with a cross adorned with jewels, a fiery robe revealing a menacing gleam.

White bone and skull sleeves, long black and purple cloud-patterned fur.

He wields a black phoenix axe and is bound by a pair of soul-hooking chains.

His eyes held a chilling glint of fear; he was merely a figurehead who called himself king!

Seeing Barragán's attire, Zheng Jing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hey kid, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you, you look like an old skeleton king."

When Barlegan asked, Zheng Jing answered.

He pointed at Barragán and grinned broadly.

"Look at you, even Yuan Gonglu might not know more about what 'dead bones in a tomb' means than you do!"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths!"

Although he didn't know who Yuan Gonglu was, Baylegan could still hear the sarcasm in Zheng Jing's words.

He raised his axe and pointed it at Zheng Jing.

"Arrogant brat, state your name!"

"I will not change my name or surname!"

With a thud, Zheng Jing put his hands on his hips and gave himself a thumbs-up.

"Zheng Jing!"

Upon hearing this, it was Barragán's turn to let out a hoarse laugh.

"Ha, so he's just a nobody."

"Oh? You don't recognize me, Old Zheng? That's alright—"

Zheng Jing pulled open the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff).

"I'll introduce you to someone today!"

Before he finished speaking, a Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) struck down at Barragan's gleaming skull.

Having suffered a loss in the wrestling match, Barragan refused to admit it, but he was careful when it came to fighting. When he saw the stick coming, he quickly dodged to the side and raised his axe to meet it.

This battle on the vast, desolate desert:

The Ruyi Cudgel and the Black Phoenix Axe, young and old alike display their strength under the moon.

Shattered bones smashed down on his head, his neck and face were killed instantly.

One throws out a decapitation axe, the other strikes with a club.

The malevolent spirit relentlessly pursued the living, while the little ape leaped about as if seeking pleasure.

Rolling mist, bursting with golden light, young and old meet and compete.

One is a true rascal in the temple, the other is the Void Bone King.

In this battle on the desert, people were both happy and busy!

—After fighting Zheng Jing for more than ten rounds, Bylergan was both annoyed and alarmed.

What annoyed Zheng Jing was that he still smiled and joked.

To Zheng Jing's surprise, he remained completely at ease.

Having ruled Hueco Mundo for countless years, this King of Hueco Mundo has not encountered such an opponent for far too long!

Is there such a skilled individual among the Grim Reapers?

In a flash, Barregan suddenly saw Zheng Jing's figure sway, no longer fighting him, and land about fifty paces away from him.

Then, before Barragan could react, Zheng Jing picked up the Ruyi Cudgel and waved it behind Barragan.

"Old Lan, so fast?"

Barragan turned around abruptly and saw Aizen with his hands tucked into his sleeves and a gentle smile, which intensified his anger.

He hadn't expected that those useless people in the palace not only failed to deal with Zheng Jing's companions, but it seemed they didn't even have the courage to fight them, and they all ran away.

Otherwise, why is there not a single trace of battle left on this bespectacled Grim Reaper?

Without even glancing at Barragan, Aizen looked at Zheng Jing through him.

"Time is precious."

"really."

Zheng Jing nodded and looked at Barragán again.

"Old ghost, not bad, but it's about time."

Is it almost time?

What time?

Barregan didn't have time to think about or ask this question.

—Because Zheng Jing, who was standing in front of him, suddenly burst forth with brilliant golden light, and his figure grew taller in the wind!

Even the stick in his hand grew bigger!

"you?!"

"Take this!"

With a loud shout, the Ruyi Jingu Bang, which had grown to three times its original size with Zheng Jing's transformation, struck down at Barragán.

Instinctively, Barragán raised his giant axe, trying to block Zheng Jing's blow as he had done before—

"boom!!"

The exploding sand and gravel flew everywhere, as if a torrential rain of bone meal was falling on the desert.

Zheng Jing raised the stick and used his hand to shade his eyes to take a look.

"Uh...ah..."

With his bones riddled with cracks, the King of Hueco Mundo lay in a white tomb, emitting a muffled groan.

His prized black axe, a symbol of Hueco Mundo's greatest strength, was now shattered into pieces, becoming burial goods mixed with white sand.

"Old Lan, I forgot to ask, is it life or death?"

Holding the stick, Zheng Jing asked Aizen, who had come to his side.

"Um......"

Looking down at Barragan, who was trembling and trying to get up, Aizen pondered for a moment, then gently patted Zheng Jing with his palm.

"Spare his life."

As he spoke, he strolled leisurely to Barragan's side, drew the Mirror Flower Water Moon from his waist, held it straight, and pointed the tip of the knife at Barragan's empty eye sockets.

"If you want revenge, then remember my face well, you useless king."

-

"Somewhat disappointed?"

Watching Aizen busy himself with this and that, and after a long while he finally seemed to have finished everything, Zheng Jing, who was lying on the ground drinking monkey wine, sat up and tossed the gourd to Aizen as he spoke.

“There are some.”

Upon opening the lid and smelling the aroma of sake, Aizen glanced down at the Qilin Fire Gourd, then looked up and smiled at Zheng Jing.