After staring at Aozaki Reiji for a few seconds, Yamamoto opened his mouth, but before he could say anything.
Aozaki Reiji suddenly frowned and looked outside the conference room door.
At some unknown time, the office door opened a crack, and a figure with no spiritual pressure appeared there.
"Wow... all the Captains of the Gotei 13 are here, it seems Seireitei already knows what happened."
A man slowly pulled open the door and walked in, smiling at everyone.
The man's appearance made the atmosphere of the entire conference room heavy.
He had chain tattoos on his body, and half of his body was enveloped in darkness.
Among them, a keyhole tattoo surrounded his eye on his face, his left eye was completely black, his left arm ended directly in a black skull, and there was a large halo behind him.
His entire appearance gave people the feeling of an ancient Buddha from a heavenly Buddhist nation.
"Good evening, everyone! Aizen-sama, and you, Aozaki Reiji, long time no see."
The man's voice was deep and magnetic, as if carrying an invisible pressure.
Seeing this person, Aozaki Reiji was slightly surprised, but he silently chanted 'Kyōka Suigetsu, my wife' in his heart.
Everyone present maintained their original demeanor, only Aizen and Unohana glanced at him, then withdrew their gaze.
Aozaki Reiji had a smile on his lips and said softly:
"Long time no see, Szayelaporro! You seem to be doing quite well!"
Although a faint killing intent emanated from him, his tone of voice was as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Isn't all this thanks to you, Aozaki Reiji!"
The man, who was originally full of mystery, instantly had his defenses broken by Aozaki Reiji's words and roared in anger.
He glared angrily at Aozaki Reiji, pointed to the large halo behind him, and said through gritted teeth:
"Thanks to you, my Hollow hole is now warped to the outside of my body, it has no aesthetic appeal at all."
"However, after such a long time, you don't seem to have made any progress!"
Then, he threatened fiercely:
"When you fall into Hell... I will definitely have a good time with you!"
Upon hearing this, Aozaki Reiji immediately felt a surge of displeasure.
Szayelaporro experimented on Roka, and he hadn't even settled the score with him yet, but he dared to be so arrogant in front of him.
After returning from Hell, this guy not only got a brand new handsome look, but it seems his attitude has also become arrogant.
On the other side, Yamamoto stood silently.
He held his cane tightly with both hands, his eyes focused on Szayelaporro, as if he was unaware of the conversation between the two just now.
After a moment, he slowly opened his mouth and asked:
"Who are you?"
"I forgot to introduce myself, I am the Warden of Hell - Szayelaporro Granz."
Realizing that everyone's reactions were a bit off, Szayelaporro did not continue his verbal entanglement with Aozaki Reiji.
Like a gentleman, he bowed elegantly to Yamamoto and said:
"Captain-Commander, I come on behalf of Hell, and I hope Seireitei can send Aozaki Reiji to Hell."
"Otherwise, the blades of Hell will arrive and completely destroy the Three Worlds."
"Hehe..."
Yamamoto showed a mocking smile, his eyes glinting with a cold light, as if he could see through people's hearts.
He gripped the cane in his hand tightly and responded coldly:
"Hand him over to you? Do you really think this old man is a fool?"
Yamamoto understood that even if Aozaki Reiji was willing to sacrifice himself, handing him over to Hell would have unimaginable consequences.
If Reiji entered Hell, the Hell Gate would inevitably be unable to suppress him.
By then, no one would be able to stop this disaster, and the entire world would fall into despair.
Whether as a teacher or from the standpoint of protecting the world, he could not compromise.
"Hell, where you came from, go back there! The Three Worlds are not a place for you to run wild!"
Yamamoto's voice, filled with endless majesty, echoed in the air.
He exerted force with his palm, and the wooden cane instantly turned to ash, revealing the Zanpakuto inside.
However... before he could draw his sword, Aozaki Reiji had already moved.
Aozaki Reiji, transformed into light, moved at an extreme speed, as if teleporting, instantly appearing before Szayelaporro.
Seeing Aozaki Reiji suddenly appear in front of him, Szayelaporro couldn't help but be greatly alarmed.
He knew Aozaki Reiji was strong, after all, he had died at his hands in Hueco Mundo.
But after falling into Hell, he became a Warden of Hell and gained the blessing of Hell's power.
His current strength was far beyond what he was during his Vasto Lorde period.
He originally thought that the gap between himself and Aozaki Reiji had narrowed, and even if he wasn't as good as Aozaki Reiji, the difference shouldn't be too great.
But when he truly faced him, that feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart again!
Szayelaporro unhesitatingly moved half a step to counterattack, and dark shadows rapidly surged from the ground.
In a blink of an eye, dark chains had extended from the shadows, lunging at Aozaki Reiji like venomous snakes.
However, before the chains could touch Aozaki Reiji, he had already taken a heavy punch to the chest!
The force of this punch was immense, directly penetrating the dark chains on his body and smashing heavily into his chest.
Szayelaporro felt an indescribable sharp pain emanating from his chest, making him cry out in pain, and his body involuntarily flew backward.
With a loud 'bang'.
Szayelaporro's body, like a cannonball, slammed into the courtyard, raising a cloud of dust.
He lay on the ground, large mouthfuls of blood spilling from his lips, his face turning extremely pale.
The power of this punch was too great, severely injuring him and almost rendering him unable to fight.
Szayelaporro lay on the ground, his hands tightly covering the continuously bleeding wound on his chest, his face filled with disbelief and pain.
He turned his head with difficulty, his eyes full of anger and incomprehension, staring fixedly at Aozaki Reiji who stood before him.
"You damned bastard... I am an existence recognized by Hell, who has gained the power of Hell... How could I be so much weaker than you?"
Szayelaporro's voice trembled, his life like a flickering candle in the wind, as if he could die at any moment.
Aozaki Reiji's lips curved slightly upward, a hint of cold amusement flashing in his eyes:
"Because... you are simply too weak!"
"Even with the help of Hell's power, it's still too far off."
Aozaki Reiji continued, "I originally thought that not being able to sense your spiritual pressure meant you had become incredibly strong, but it seems it's just a special power."
"You... you!!"
Szayelaporro's eyes widened, almost spitting fire in anger, but he was too furious to say a word.
Half a second later, as if he suddenly remembered something, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth stained with blood.
"It's alright, Aozaki Reiji, go ahead and make your move!"
He hissed, "This isn't over, it's just the beginning, you'll never escape this endless despair!"
"Endless despair? Do you mean reviving in Hell after death, and then coming back to find me?"
Aozaki Reiji's lips curved slightly upward, with a hint of playful mockery, as he squatted down and met Szayelaporro's gaze.
Szayelaporro snorted coldly, his eyes glinting with anger.
That's right, his heart was filled with the fire of revenge against Aozaki Reiji, which even death could not extinguish.
He was only a little bit away, just a little bit away from becoming an immortal, perfect life form.
As long as he used Roka's anti-membrane silk, his experiment would surely succeed!
But because of this man, his ambition turned to dust.
As long as he had the chance, he would definitely return from Hell and seek revenge on Aozaki Reiji again.
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