Death: This Death is not serious

"It was Yamamoto who chopped me last time, okay? It was you who died at the hands of that brat."

The white-haired, black-skinned young man retorted unyieldingly, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

"It doesn't count because I didn't realize it last time!"

Saito Furuobushi said viciously, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Shikatori Bayunsai frowned and said worriedly:

"But if that child is not here, Soul Society may be in danger this time."

Her tone revealed deep worry.

Saito Furuobushi looked around.

In addition to the first-generation captains, the thugs sent by Hell this time also include the monsters led by the hell jailer who was once the king of Hueco Mundo, and more than 30 captain-level sinners.

Everyone's face became solemn, as if they were aware of the severity of the situation.

Saito Furuobushi curled his lips and said with an unhappy look:

"That old guy Yamamoto is really something. His Bankai is so powerful, but he can only use it for a short time."

"If it can be used for a long time, why worry about these guys?"

Hearing this, several first-generation captains couldn't help but sigh, with a trace of regret in their eyes.

The Zanka Tachi is strong, but it's a pity that this world is not strong enough to withstand it for too long.

If it is used for a long time, I'm afraid that there is no need for Hell to do anything, and this world will be destroyed by Yamamoto Shigekuni first.

Under the protection of the power of Hell, everyone landed steadily on the ground, and a gray-haired man with an expression as if he hadn't woken up slowly stood up.

That was the first-generation captain of the Fourth Division, Shijima Chigiri.

He frowned and asked in confusion:

"I heard from Qianri that the power of the Zanka no Tachi has been further enhanced?"

"You can hide the fire in the sword, so it can be used for a longer time!"

"The power of hell is endless, what's the point of extending it for a few minutes?"

Saito Furuobushi snorted and replied unhappily.

Not far away, Yamamoto leaned on a cane and looked at the figures appearing in the sky with a serious look.

Matsumoto Rangiku put her hands on her hips and looked out:

"Still wearing the haori of the Gotei 13, are they the former captains?"

Next to her, Suzuki Chojiro couldn't help but sigh:

"Mister Genryusai, it's them, just like a thousand years ago."

His voice was full of emotion and helplessness.

"Tsk... these troublesome bastards, they are dead and still crawl out to cause trouble for me."

Yamamoto shook his head gently, his words were unforgiving, but the corners of his mouth were full of bitter smiles.

Suzuki Chojiro smiled:

"Mister Genryusai, you don't have to worry."

"Isn't Captain Shinzuki thinking of a solution? Let's trust him."

"Trust him? It's good enough that he doesn't cause trouble for me!"

Yamamoto glanced at Suzuki Chojiro and snorted unhappily.

This time he was facing hell. He didn't even know if he could survive to the end. It was good enough that the kid could save his life!

Facing hell, it is estimated that only the Spirit King can come forward.

If that kid can really come up with a good idea to solve this matter, I will let him be the captain!

At this moment, Yamamoto suddenly noticed something strange.

He found that the other party had started quarreling before the fight started.

There was a noise from the crowd on the opposite side, as if they were arguing about something important.

"As the saying goes, a family cannot be without a master for a day, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and the Gotei 13 cannot be without a captain for a day."

Shifengyuan Chihiro turned his back to Yamamoto and faced his former colleagues, saying passionately as if he was giving a speech:

"Now that Yamamoto is doomed, I, as the captain of the second division, one of the five nobles... the former head of the family, should..."

"Who cares about your mother? Who do you think you are? I should be the captain, and now I am the strongest!"

Saito Furuobushi jumped up and punched Shifengyuan Chihiro on his handsome face.

Shifengyuan Chihiro fell to the ground, and Saito Furuobushi was still unwilling to give in, and then stepped on his face again.

Others ignored Shifengyuan Chihiro, but they were not happy to hear Saito Furuobushi's words.

"Who said you are the strongest? I am not incapable of fighting!"

"You shorty, get out of here. I am the strongest. I should be the captain!"

"Ahaha, you old man who indulges in sex too much, you should clean up your dark circles first!"

"This is not called dark circles, this is called deep eyes, the charm of a mature man, you little brat don't know shit!"

Yamamoto: "..."

Looking at the grappling of Saito Furobushi and the executive Nobu Takeshi, he felt that even if he didn't take action, they could still fight on their own.I wiped myself out.

At this time, a thin, bespectacled, slicked-back man with a serious expression stood up and stopped the people from making trouble.

He said in a cold tone:

"From a rational and objective point of view, my captain of the third squad, Yan Yuanjinle, is the strongest and should be the captain-in-chief."

However, before he finished speaking, he was greeted by a fierce fist.

"Glasses boy, don't think that I won't hit you just because you wear glasses to pretend to be gentle!" Saito Fu Lao Bu Si said viciously.

Yan Yuanjinle covered his beaten face and glared at him, but did not fight back.

"Sure enough, I have to do it. Who makes me the oldest?"

Ni Gu Cai Zang said proudly.

"What's the use of being old? Are your fists hard enough? Look at my muscles."

Zen Ding Temple Yupin showed off his muscles.

"See, a whole block of muscle, so what!? Don't come out and embarrass yourself!" Someone taunted.

"My sword is not bad either!" Someone else shouted unwillingly.

Everyone quarreled, attacked and laughed at each other, and the scene was chaotic.

Yamamoto and Unohana Retsu stood aside, watching the farce in front of them, and couldn't help laughing.

The situation was critical at this time, but such a scene still reminded them of some memories of the past.

Although it was an era full of blood, violence, and chaos, when everyone was together, it was not just fighting and killing.

At this time, Kakutori Bayunsai seemed to have come up with a good idea.

She held the long-handled naginata tightly in her arms, and a kind smile appeared on her face.

"In fact, isn't it enough to just know who is the strongest among us?"

Others seemed to be inspired, with excitement flashing in their eyes.

"That's right, what's the point of talking so much nonsense? If you have the guts, come and fight and see who is stronger. What's the point of just talking?"

"That's right, strength is the hard truth. If you don't dare to take action, get out of here."

Hearing this, Shifengyuan Chihiro, who was stepped on, also nodded in agreement:

"I think it's okay, let's decide it!"

At this point, everyone drew their Zanpakuto and seemed to be ready to fight.

However, at this moment, the skeleton wearing a crown and carrying a ring glanced at them with a squint.

He waved his arm gently, and a throne made of black chains appeared under him.

The Skeleton King sat leisurely on the throne, tapping the armrests with his fingers.

As the gate of hell vibrated, scarlet light overflowed.

Countless golden spirits floated out from it and flew towards the people from hell.

The first generation captains fell silent for a moment, standing there blankly.

The golden skeleton armor gradually took shape on them.

At this moment, the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 all became dazed.

After a while, Shikatari Bayunsai looked up, gently pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and was stunned.

"Ah, this time we didn't completely suppress our consciousness?"