Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Li Chuan stood above the double styrphs.

The God of Death below is scattered, trying to hide, and the God of Death is rushing here with all his strength, seemingly quite powerful.

The Gotei 13 are like precision machines.

Work in an orderly manner.

It felt like it was almost done, and the ocean of spiritual pressure that covered the entire Seireitei quietly dispersed. The Shinigami, who were rushing towards the twin catacombs, had not had time to hide in the underground sewers. They only felt that the depression in their hearts was gradually weakening, and then disappeared.

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The underground waterway suddenly became lively, and everyone expressed their thoughts.

The captain and vice-captain who were arriving looked at the direction of the double caskets with some doubts, and then quickened their pace.

Some time passed.

Li Chuan looked at the Komamura Left Formation opposite with a smile. He was the first one to arrive. Li Chuan was a little surprised.

The left formation of Komamura had already drawn his Zanpakutō and faced Li Chuan with a look of doubt on his face.

In his perception, Li Chuan had no aura of spiritual pressure. He looked like a greasy uncle in this world, with a simple and honest smile. He couldn't believe that the vast ocean of spiritual pressure appeared in the hands of a person in front of him.

But I don’t intend to underestimate the enemy, so hold on to the Zanpakutō tightly.

He asked, "Are you the visitor who invaded the Seireitei?" His voice was low and steady.

This kind of question is so obvious that Li Chuan doesn’t even bother to answer it.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am the captain of the seventh division, Komamura Zuozhen. My duty is to protect the Seireitei and suppress invading enemies."

"If you follow me to Room 46 of the Central Committee for interrogation and explain your history and purpose, without harming the interests of Soul Society, I am willing to guarantee it." Perhaps realizing that Li Chuan's strength is not low, Komamura left.

It’s hard to speak sincerely, so it’s better if it doesn’t cause conflicts.

"Haha." Li Chuan was a little scornful and stretched out his fist towards Komamura.

When Komamura saw Li Chuan's actions, he didn't know what he was going to do. He tightened his grip on the Zanpakutō and was on full alert.

I saw Li Chuan on the opposite side extending his index finger from his fist and hooking it in.

It seemed that he had never thought that Li Chuan would make such an action. He was stunned for a moment and then reacted instantly.

Komamura, who was always known as a steady man, had never suffered such humiliation since he became the captain. Through the wooden helmet, his eyes became ferocious.

Executing the instant step, he suddenly disappeared on the spot and appeared above Li Chuan. The Zanpakutō slashed towards Li Chuan with a sharp whistling sound.

Facing Komamura's attack, Li Chuan put his hands into his pockets with a calm expression and showed no movement.

"Bang." Komamura's slash was blocked by an invisible grid twenty centimeters away from Li Chuan's head. If he couldn't make any further progress, the strong wind would scatter in all directions.

"What?" Komamura looked surprised. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that his slashing attack was blocked by solid spiritual pressure. Even though he was mentally prepared, the opponent's strength still exceeded his expectations.

"My little friend, is this the self-confidence you rely on?"

Looking below, in addition to the captain, Aizen, Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen, the captains and deputy captains of each division are all here.

With a smile on his face, Li Chuan was able to speak: "I heard that he is the most powerful in the Soul Society. I can't find an opponent recently, so I came to Dugu to seek defeat."

"I just want to hack you to death, or be hacked to death by you." Li Chuan continued with a smile.

The sound was not loud, but it resounded all around. It was the first time for the captains and vice-captains below to hear this request. Just because of this, Seireitei activated the first level alarm for the first time in thousands of years. They were choked and speechless for a moment.

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Below, Zaraki Kenpachi looked at his fellow disciples in the sky, his blood boiling all over, and his momentum surged. These words were so touching. He wanted to fight with Li Chuan right away, but Komamura beat him to it, so he could only wait for the time being.
The same goes for Madarame Ikkaku and Yumichika in the back.

"That's why you came to Soul Society to act recklessly and trigger the first level alarm." A deep voice came from Komamura's helmet, and anyone could hear his suppressed anger.

"God's damnation." As Komamura began to understand, a huge staring shadow appeared above him. It was a huge dark arm, holding a huge Zanpakutō in its hand. The style was similar to the single sword in the previous TV series.

"My little friend, won't you pull out your Zanpakutō?" Komamura glanced at Li Chuan's waist.

"You talk a lot. I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth."

Hearing such insulting words, Komamura said nothing, but his eyes became more stern, and the arms with a huge gaze were raised upwards as he moved. With the injection of spiritual pressure, the momentum became stronger and stronger, and soon reached the critical point.

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With a loud shout, a slash that was many times more powerful than before came down, and soon arrived in front of Li Chuan.

"Bang." Seeing that his slash was still blocked by the spiritual pressure grid, Komamura felt a shiver in his heart.

With a turn of his arm, the Zanpakuto slashed towards Li Chuan's left side with the strong wind, and its power was not reduced.

Li Chuan still stood there with a smile, his hands in his pockets, turning a blind eye to Komamura's attack.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

Komamura angrily attacked more than a dozen times from all directions, but each time he was blocked by the partition generated by compressed spiritual pressure, without being affected at all, as if Li Chuan was now in a fortress with extremely high defenses.

"Captain." Kiba Tetsuaemon shouted repeatedly. It was the first time he saw his captain's attack, and the opponent easily blocked such a powerful slash. He looked at Komamura in the field with a nervous expression.

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The more Kenpachi Zaraki watched, the more excited he became. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he became.

"This passenger looks very young. How did he manage to condense such high-purity spiritual pressure?" Nirvana's unique voice sounded in the field, and Li Chuan looked at Li Chuan in the air curiously.

Komamura was a little out of breath at this time. Each strike just now contained most of his strength, and his breathing was even duller under the wooden helmet.

Looking at the calm and motionless Li Chuan across from him, he had no choice but to close his eyes. At this moment, spiritual pressure as real as substance burst out from Komamura's body. His eyes suddenly opened, and light flashed.

The spiritual pressure became more and more intense, and it became huge, forming a strong wind that filled the surrounding area. The Death Tyrant's armor buzzed under this strong wind, and the wooden helmet also fell apart, revealing its true appearance.

The captains and vice-captains below also looked solemn at this time. Although they were surprised by Komamura's true appearance, they also realized that Komamura was going to use his full strength.

"Swastika: Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King." With the liberation, a huge life form was summoned from the left side of Komamura. As his waist straightened, he turned into a black-armored warrior dozens of meters tall. Li Chuan looked like an ant in front of him.

So small.

Looking at the swastika and the village that were exactly the same as those in the anime, Li Chuan was filled with emotions.

Wave your hand to remove the spiritual pressure space.

When Komamura saw Li Chuan's behavior, he knew that the real battle was coming next. He was heartbroken and raised his Zanpakutō with both hands, and the black-armored warrior next to him also followed suit.

"Drink." The Zanpakutō in the Black Samurai's hand slashed down violently, as if it was about to cut the space in front of him in two.