Soone’s mischievous side was acting up again.
What would it look like if a dignified, elegant, and stunning woman like Byakuya cried? It was similar to soone who enjoys teasing cats—Lord couldn’t explain why, but he had this inexplicable urge to tease Byakuya and see what this scheming beauty looked like in tears.
"Your gaze tells you’re thinking of sothing disrespectful."
Noticing his malevolence, Byakuya furrowed her brow and suddenly felt a chill, displaying a disgusted expression: "You don’t think you can make cry, do you?"
"Let’s find out."
With a casual smile, Lord stepped forward, quickly closing the distance to Byakuya.
His massive hand opened, and with force as mighty as a shifting mountain, he propelled a tumultuous airflow, shrouding the sky and overwhelmingly covering an area of hundreds of ters around them.
Boom—!
The force of his palm struck like mountains crashing down, the explosive airflow resounding like thunder.
"Eight Thousand Styles Sword Technique: High Heaven Plain!"
Knowing she couldn’t directly counter such a powerful attack, Byakuya took her sword in both hands and executed a modified diagonal slash. The blade swept up an endless blood light, draping around her like a delicate veil. The tip of her sword drew lines of blood that spun into a massive tornado, seemingly isolating this area from the rest of the world.
This technique, nad after the mythical dwelling of gods—Takamagahara—signifies a realm where gods reside, untouched and sacred, where trespassing mortals et divine retribution.
The intertwined threads pulled dense blood light, forming a red tornado that soared straight to the sky.
Boom, boom, boom!
The blood-red tornado surged upward like a roaring dragon, striking the giant palm.
In an instant, the impact released a sky-splitting sound, lifting torrents of air that blasted upwards, the explosive winds bursting forth.
Within a radius of several kilotres, the air seed to explode, creating a vacuum as the winds ascended and then plumted like thousands of galloping horses, causing the earth to shake violently and collapse.
The blood-red tornado only lasted a mont before disintegrating under the faintly glowing blue palm.
Around them, wild, raging currents tore through the air, the oppressive force weighing down on Byakuya, pinning her to the ground with a thunderous crash as dust and debris rose hundreds of ters high.
The palm slowly lifted, leaving a massive imprint on the ground.
Byakuya spat blood incessantly, her clothes torn to shreds, hanging off her body in tatters.
"Do you give up?"
As Lord’s body returned to its standard size, he gazed down at Byakuya, kneeling on the ground. Despite their similar spiritual pressures, their strength gap was imnse.
Having fully mastered his Bankai, Lord himself wasn’t sure of the full extent of his power. Yet, he could feel that Byakuya, once a formidable opponent, no longer threatened him. If severe, he could extinguish her existence in a matter of moves.
If one were to gauge his power level, it would be between a transcendent being and a super-spiritual pressure class, far surpassing what was visible on the surface. It matched the peak power of Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto. If he ignored the consumption of his spiritual pressure, he might even touch the edge of the realm known as "Mugetsu."
"Don’t make repeat myself..."
Byakuya’s eyes were ice cold, the blade dripping blood: "The only reason for my existence is to elevate you higher. Until you release the beast called instinct, I will never fall."
"I thought so, and I hate sermons."
Lord nodded slightly, unsurprised by her response: "So I’ll just have to force you to abandon this idea in my way."
"I’ve always sought strong enemies until... I t you." Byakuya licked the blood off her lip, indifferent to her exposed body, and smiled, holding her sword: "After eting you, I realised that my power couldn’t please you."
"A murderer who seeks pleasure in combat yet cannot satisfy the only man who brings her joy."
"How tragic that is..."
"I started to despise myself for being so weak, unable to please you."
"After fighting you again, I beca even more certain of one thing: if I didn’t pass on the title of Sword Eight to you, it would be my lifelong regret. As the only Sword Eight of our era, I must unlock your shackles."
"Release that beast called instinct... Lord."
"Until you embark on the path of the strongest, I will serve as your final step. Trample on ... and beco stronger."
Byakuya’s spiritual pressure surged, lighting up the dark hell with a sea of blood, waves emitting a thick scent of blood while countless cries of tornted souls echoed.
Clang...
Her slender fingers stroked the blade, vibrating with gentle sounds.
"You should know..."
The sea of blood flowing from Kasumioji montarily healed her; those dark eyes looked directly at Lord, a hint of tenderness hidden within, unclear and indistinct emotions lingering: "Unless you kill completely, I will stand up again and again until I achieve my purpose."
"It’s not necessary, don’t speak so absolutely."
Lord chuckled lightly, then slowly raised his hand, saying aningfully: "Sotis battles aren’t that interesting. Next, I’ll let you experience what the most boring fight in the world is like."
"The most boring... fight?"
Byakuya was stunned, unable to imagine what a boring fight could be.
"Um... it’s starting to rain."
Lord laughed a little and didn’t explain further, simply looking up at the vast darkness.
Rain... in hell?
Byakuya was puzzled; rain in hell was absurd.
But as she looked up, her expression and gaze froze in shock, capturing the astonishnt and horror of that second.
Indeed, it was raining in hell.
Except these ’raindrops’ were a bit too large, falling from the sky... as a teor shower!
Thousands of massive teorites trailing fiery flas cut through the hellish darkness, the rolling air currents pulling like dragons, exploding with earth-shattering roars, tearing the black curtain apart!
Byakuya’s pupils suddenly contracted. She didn’t have ti to ponder why ’teors’, a notion contrary to reason, would appear in hell. The powerful pressure and terrifying noise forced her instinctively to wield her sword.
Her right hand was on the hilt, and blood from the surrounding sea rose.
Streams of blood gathered on the blade, instantly unleashing an eruption of sword intent. The constant blood light transford into a towering, roaring wave when she drew her sword.
Just one draw of the sword, yet she slashed out millions of sword lights.
The exploding blood light and the roaring waves rose majestically from the ground in all directions, colliding wave after wave against the teor shower.
Boom, boom, boom...
Hell transford into a sea of fire, and a trendous earthquake occurred!
A powerful shockwave swept across the area, tearing the ground apart and sending dust and rocks flying as if dragons were breaking through the sky, piercing the endless darkness with brilliant light.
The sword light gradually dimd, and the hundreds of falling teorites instantly turned to dust.
"Well done, First Sword Eight."
Lord applauded as he spoke: "But what will you do with the next wave?"
"What?!"
Byakuya was startled and stiffly looked up.
Hush, hush...
Hundreds of teorites tore through the darkness, raining down towards her location.
"Just a reminder..."
Lord smiled maliciously: "The teorites will never stop until you choose to surrender."
"..."
Byakuya watched him silently.
If looks could kill, the Lord would have already died countless tis.
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