"Captain Unohana!"
Soi Fong and Yoruichi, having recovered, saw the unfavorable situation and immediately flew over, landing steadily beside Unohana Retsu.
Yoruichi's long hair danced wildly in the wind, her eyes revealing anxiety and concern.
Soi Fong, on the other hand, had a serious expression, her brows furrowed, and she exuded a cold aura.
"Unohana, how are you?"
Yoruichi asked anxiously, her gaze quickly sweeping over Unohana Retsu, checking her injuries.
Unohana Retsu managed a weak smile, her voice slightly strained.
"I… I can still hold on. I didn't expect this man's strength to be so terrifying."
Soi Fong clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, her eyes burning with anger, yet utterly helpless.
Yoruichi narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed intently on Fang Xian.
They slowly took a step forward, shielding Unohana Retsu behind them.
A surge of spiritual pressure erupted from her, forming a powerful aura.
Yoruichi's voice was filled with provocation.
"Hmph, you think you can defeat us so easily?"
"Even if it costs us our lives, we won't let you succeed!"
Soi Fong wasn't about to back down either, shouting loudly:
"You damned bastard, daring to flirt with Captain Unohana, your crime is unforgivable!"
Fang Xian remained calm and composed, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Don't rush, don't fight, I'll treat you three well one by one later."
"Shameless!"
Soi Fong roared, preparing to launch an attack, when suddenly, strange ripples appeared in the space, violently trembling in a visible distortion.
Immediately afterward, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, and all the captains of the Gotei 13 appeared like ghosts, completely surrounding Fang Xian.
Leading the way was the Sixth Division Captain, his snow-white haori fluttering in the fierce wind.
His pale face was as cold as frost, his narrow eyes burning with furious flames.
He gently raised his hand, slowly drawing his Zanpakuto, "Senbonzakura," its blade gleaming with a chilling light that mirrored his sharp gaze.
The Eighth Division Captain, on the other hand, was completely maniacal. He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and let out a chilling laugh.
The massive Zanpakuto in his hand, "Nosara," was swung casually, its blade whistling through the air.
The crisscrossing scars on his bare chest resembled grotesque centipedes, radiating a terrifying aura.
"Hahahaha, finally a worthy opponent! Today I'll have a real fight!"
The Eighth Division Captain's laughter was filled with excitement and bloodlust.
The Seventh Division Captain remained as languid as ever, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his Zanpakuto, "Katen Kyokotsu," casually slung over his shoulder.
But his gaze was unusually grave; his usual nonchalance had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
"Looks like I'll have to show my true colors today."
The Seventh Division Captain exhaled a smoke ring, a resolute glint in his eyes.
The other captains also assumed fighting stances, their spiritual pressure surging like a raging tide.
The captain of the 10th Division had a resolute gaze, his Zanpakuto "Kaze-shi" gleaming with a ghostly blue light in his hand.
The captain of the 9th Division transformed into a gigantic wolf, letting out a deafening roar; the powerful spiritual pressure caused the surrounding air to vibrate.
The captain of the 1st Division, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the captain-commander of the Gotei 13, stood firmly in the air like a towering mountain.
His tall and imposing figure, though weathered by time, still exuded a chillingly powerful aura.
His black captain's haori fluttered in the gale, his face etched with the marks of age.
His sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on Fang Xian, burning with raging fury and boundless killing intent.
"Fang Xian! Today is your end!"
The 1st Division captain's voice resounded like a great bell, carrying an undeniable authority and rage.
He slowly raised his right hand, grasping the hilt of his Zanpakuto, "Ryujin Jakka," at his waist. With his movement, the surrounding air seemed to ignite, the temperature soaring dramatically, waves of heat rolling in.
The blade trembled slightly, as if eagerly thirsting for the blood of its enemies.
Beside the First Division Captain, the Ghost King emanated a dense aura of malevolent energy, each step causing the earth to tremble.
He wore a grotesque mask, revealing only a pair of eyes that glowed with an eerie green light, revealing boundless greed and cruelty.
He spread his arms, black mist surging from his body like a swarm of hungry ghosts.
The Cursed Spirit King hovered in the air, shrouded in an eerie purple light, obscuring his true face.
Numerous twisted cursed spirits swirled around him, emitting sharp shrieks, as if cheering for the impending battle.
Fang Xian watched the Ghost King and the Cursed Spirit King appear together, without the slightest surprise.
At this critical juncture for the Spirit World, it would be suspicious if they didn't join forces.
Fang Xian glanced at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Since you're all together, I can wipe you all out in one fell swoop, saving a lot of time."
"Arrogant! Today is your death day!"
The Cursed Spirit King roared, raising his hands abruptly, chanting incantations. Streams of purple runes flew from his hands, weaving into a massive net that enveloped Fang Xian.
"Die!"
The Ghost Spirit King flashed, like a black lightning bolt, instantly appearing before Fang Xian, raising his enormous fist and smashing it down towards Fang Xian's head.
The air was compressed into a visible shockwave, emitting a piercing whistling sound.
The Cursed Spirit King was not to be outdone; he manipulated the purple rune net, tightly binding Fang Xian.
The rune net continuously contracted, attempting to shred Fang Xian's body.
Meanwhile, he commanded the surrounding spirits to launch wave after wave of attacks on Fang Xian.
The spirits, like a pack of frenzied beasts, lunged at Fang Xian with bared fangs and claws, their sharp edges gleaming coldly, seemingly capable of tearing anything apart.
The captain of the First Squad stood still, quietly observing the battle.
His eyes revealed a calm and composed demeanor, as if everything was under his control.
Just as the attacks of the Ghost King and the Curse King were about to strike Fang Xian, he finally moved.
He drew his Zanpakuto, "Ryujin Jakka," raised it high, and roared.
"Ryujin Jakka, all things reduced to ashes! Ryujin Jakka!"
In an instant, a massive pillar of flame erupted from the blade, shooting straight into the sky.
Wherever the pillar of flame passed, everything was reduced to ashes.
The pillar of flame rapidly spread, sweeping towards Fang Xian.
The entire battlefield was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire, the temperature unbearably high.
Faced with this overwhelming attack, Fang Xian remained calm and composed.
He slightly raised his head, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.
He gently raised his right hand and waved it lightly in the air, an invisible force instantly spreading out.
The seemingly invincible pillar of flame, the black mist, and the purple net of runes vanished instantly upon contact with this invisible force, like ice meeting the blazing sun.
The First Division Captain, the Ghost King, and the Cursed Spirit King were all stunned, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
Such a powerful combined attack had been so easily neutralized by Fang Xian; it was completely beyond their comprehension.
The First Division Captain gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
He raised his Zanpakuto again, his eyes filled with determination.
"All Gotei 15 members, heed my command! Kill Fang Xian!"
With his order, the entire space trembled instantly, shaken by the spiritual pressure.
All the captains unleashed their Zanpakuto, the light of their Bankai flashing like brilliant lightning bolts, slicing through the sky.
The Sixth Division Captain's "Senbonzakura" instantly burst into countless cherry blossom petals, each petal imbued with powerful spiritual energy, swarming towards Fang Xian like sharp blades.
The Eighth Division Captain leaped high, his "Yasame" wielding immense force, slashing down fiercely at Fang Xian. The air itself was torn open by the blade's passage.
The Seventh Division Captain lightly wielded his "Katen Kyokotsu," chanting:
"Katen Kyokotsu, Enki!"
Instantly, countless illusory figures surged from the blade, surrounding Fang Xian, unleashing a barrage of attacks.
Faced with this overwhelming, destructive onslaught, Fang Xian merely raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. His eyes showed no fear or panic, as if everything before him was but a fleeting illusion.
He calmly extended his right hand, and with a gentle wave of his palm, an invisible force instantly spread out from him, like ripples on a calm lake—seemingly gentle, yet containing boundless power.
Those attacks that seemed incomparably powerful, capable of changing the very heavens and earth, vanished without a trace the instant they came into contact with this invisible force, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
The cherry blossom petals that had been hurtling towards them, the sharp blades, the powerful beams of psychic energy, and the dark magic all turned to nothingness before this power, leaving not even a trace.
Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
Such a powerful combined attack, concentrating all their strength, was so easily neutralized by Fang Xian—this was completely beyond their comprehension.
Fang Xian's voice was calm and cold, brimming with sarcasm.
"That's it?"
"Next, it's my turn."