Death: I can add points indefinitely.

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Kenpachi Zaraki laughed loudly, unleashing a violent golden spiritual pressure as he charged towards Shutara Senjumaru like a wild beast.

"Let me test your skills."

Kyoraku Shunsui's expression changed drastically. Before he could stop him, he saw Zaraki Kenpachi rushing towards Shutara Senjumaru.

The blade, covered in a violent golden spiritual pressure, slashed downwards like a storm.

This 777 is but a fleeting moment.

Shutara Senjumaru, however, remained calm and smiled gently as six golden skull arms emerged from his white robe.

"This must be Captain Zaraki. I've heard of you before; you're known as a beast-like man who loves to fight..."

A gentle voice echoed softly across the open space.

But along with the sound, there was also the clanging of metal against metal.

The six golden skull arms swung in a dazzling display.

It bloomed in the sky like a sky full of golden flowers.

And every swing of the sword inevitably collides with Kenpachi Zaraki's blade.

Just a few seconds.

The two collided thousands of times.

Kenpachi Zaraki's almost frantic sword swings were all easily blocked by the golden skull arm.

Seeing that Kenpachi Zaraki was still attacking frantically, Shutara Senjumaru couldn't help but laugh:

"So gentle..."

"Like a gentle spring rain..."

Taking advantage of a lull in Kenpachi Zaraki's attack, Shutara Senjumaru's red lips curled slightly as he stepped forward, approaching Kenpachi Zaraki:

"Let me make you an outfit."

Before Kenpachi Zaraki could react, he saw six golden arms waving wildly.

Just one second.

Kenpachi Zaraki now wore a white garment, similar to a straitjacket, which wrapped him tightly like a cicada pupa.

With a tug from Shutara Senjumaru's golden skull arm.

Kenpachi Zaraki's white clothes suddenly tightened.

Not only did it restrict Kenpachi Zaraki's movements, but it also imprisoned all the golden spiritual pressure he unleashed within his white robes.

"How can it be……"

Kenpachi Zaraki's pupils dilated to their maximum.

The speed and strength of the glamorous woman in front of him were far superior to his.

The white clothes she wove were even stronger.

Even the special eye mask made for him by the Twelfth Division could not completely seal his spiritual power.

This white robe, however, imprisoned all his spiritual power within it, preventing him from breaking through even with overwhelming spiritual power.

The other team leaders were also terrified.

Kenpachi Zaraki is no pushover.

but.

They were easily defeated by this Zero Squad woman.

"Truly worthy of being called the royal family's secret service..."

Kyoraku Shunsui exclaimed in admiration and stepped forward, saying, "Senjumaru, let me tell you about the current situation in Seireitei..."

"No need, take me to find the demon sword Muramasa!"

Shutara Senjumaru said calmly, "I won't be staying in Seireitei for long this time. I need to resolve this issue as soon as possible."

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Chapter 119 Clash: Shutara Senjumaru's Shock (Seeking Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

"Does this mean we have to go find those Zanpakuto!?"

Many of the Shinigami present were somewhat surprised, not expecting Shutara Senjumaru to act so swiftly and decisively.

So Kyoraku Shunsui had no choice but to say, "Senjumaru, I suggest you wait and hear about the situation with those Zanpakuto."

while talking.

He felt embarrassed.

How to say this?

Is it true that all Zanpakuto possessing Shikai and Bankai, except for the Captain-Commander, have betrayed us?

Isn't that a bit too embarrassing?

Moreover, he also had to tell Shutara Senjumaru everything about the abilities of his own Zanpakuto and the abilities of other people's Zanpakuto.

Otherwise, what if we accidentally kill this member of Squad Zero...?

Just as Kyoraku Shunsui was pondering how to explain the power of his Zanpakuto, Katen Kyokotsu, Shutara Senjumaru chuckled softly:

"These are just some Zanpakuto; how powerful can they be without a master to wield them!?"

talking.

She glanced at the team.

A semi-circular blood-red barrier not far away.

With a flash, he appeared beside the crimson barrier, touched it with one of his six golden skull-like hands, and chuckled softly:

"Let's deal with this Zanpakuto first!"

Although she couldn't see what was happening in the crimson space, she could sense that it was a Bankai.

Death's scalp must have been tingling just looking at him.

That's Retsu Unohana's Bankai and her Zanpakuto, Minazuki!

From the moment Ninjazuki was personified.

One man and one sword maintained an absolute fervor for the battle, even ignoring the bewitching influence of the demon sword Muramasa, and directly entered Bankai for the fight.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

The scarlet bankai is still there.

Nobody knows what's going on inside.

And no one dared to disturb this man and his sword.

God knows what's going on inside.

"Don't touch it, Senjumaru..."

Kyoraku Shunsui's voice became shrill, but he was ultimately a step too late.

Shutara Senjumaru's golden skeletal arm gripped a Zanpakuto that resembled an embroidery needle, and he made a slight stab and slash at the crimson space.

A rift was easily torn open in the crimson space.

All of a sudden.

The pungent smell of blood hit us, and gushing blood flowed out like a torrent.

Blood!

You could even call it blood plasma!

It's incredibly viscous.

A thick layer of red paint was slowly dripping onto the dilapidated ground of the First Division, making the Grim Reapers present shudder.

Looking at the blood, Kyoraku Shunsui said in a dry voice:

"This looks like real blood..."

Normally, if the blood is created by the Zanpakuto, then the blood will disappear once the Zanpakuto's power is dispelled.

Only blood not created by the Zanpakuto will remain like real blood.

Soi Fon was also startled and exclaimed in shock, "Just how much blood has Captain Unohana Retsu shed in the past few days...?"

The crimson blood pool space disappeared.

The scenes inside.

It instilled fear in everyone.

Two blood-red figures stood facing each other, knives drawn, blood dripping from their clothes and continuously into the blood pool.

To the naked eye only.

Both figures exuded an overwhelming murderous aura.

The blood at their feet was as plentiful as a lake, surging outwards like a tide the moment their Bankai was released.

Madarame Ikkaku stammered, "Wow, such a heavy killing intent and baleful aura. Just looking at it makes me feel suffocated."

The other Grim Reapers nodded silently, feeling cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.

Although so much time has passed, they now know that Captain Unohana Retsu is actually a swordsman who enjoys fighting.