Seeing Aiyan trapped in the giant Black Coffin, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a ferocious grin.

He was confident in his Kidō.

He didn't believe Aiyan could break free from his Black Coffin simply through anti-Kidō like he had against lower-level spells.

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted from inside the Black Coffin. A golden palm, in the most arrogant fashion, forced open the black walls of Reiatsu, tearing a shocking gap through them.

Then, five more golden arms stretched out from the Black Coffin, each gripping a different section, ripping the entire construct apart like it was nothing more than a cardboard box.

At this sight, the sinister smile that had just appeared on Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's face froze solid.

Indeed.

Aiyan hadn't canceled the Black Coffin with anti-Kidō—he had torn it apart by force before his very eyes.

Such an act was even more shocking and insulting than countering Kidō with Kidō.

Boom!

After obliterating the Black Coffin, Aiyan didn't pause. He raised his left hand.

Golden Reiatsu erupted into the sky, towering like a pillar between heaven and earth in Seireitei.

Under his control, the massive and majestic Reiatsu shifted rapidly, transforming from six colossal arms into a golden god of war—complete with wings, armor, and a long sword at its waist.

Boom!

The moment the fully formed Susanoo took shape, it bent forward and swung its mountain-like fist. A tidal wave of air pressure swept outward, crashing toward Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

Even before the strike landed, the sheer weight of the fist pressure and the violent air waves were enough to crush the earth beneath him.

No—

It was the ground itself that collapsed.

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Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni dared not be careless. He immediately erected the barrier.

He remembered clearly: at the Sōkyoku execution grounds, he had seen the destructive power of Aiyan's Susanoo firsthand.

Now, with the line between Shinigami and Hollow broken, Aiyan's Reiatsu has become even more overwhelming. Susanoo's destructive might, defense, and flexibility had all reached a new level.

One punch made every captain present feel as if the skies above Seireitei were about to collapse.

Boom!

Even the near-ultimate defense of Bakudō #89, Danku, shattered instantly under Susanoo's fist.

Shunpo!

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni used Shunpo to retreat, flickering behind Susanoo in an instant, raising his left hand high.

"Hadō #91: Senjū Kōten Taihō!"

In a burst, dozens of massive pink light cones of Reiatsu fired forth. But before they could strike Susanoo's back, six colossal golden arms intercepted, unleashing punches that tore up the earth and scattered the incoming light cones with overwhelming force.

Yet Yamamoto wasn't discouraged.

Exploiting the brief gap as Aiyan resisted, he surged skyward with Shunpo, appearing directly above Susanoo's head. He thrust both hands downward, targeting Aiyan between Susanoo's brows.

"Hadō #99: Goryūtenmetsu!"

With a thunderous dragon's roar echoing across Seireitei, five colossal Reiatsu dragons surged up, tearing apart the land of Soul Society itself. They coiled around Susanoo's arms, each one radiating a crushing spiritual pressure that warped the very sky, engulfing most of Susanoo's massive form in an instant.

"It's over!"

Yamamoto muttered as he witnessed the scene.

However—

At that moment, Susanoo, bound and submerged by the torrent of Reiatsu, raised its head high. Its face became visible, and within its brow, Aiyan's figure stood—smiling calmly.

"Something's wrong!"

Yamamoto's instincts screamed as if an invisible hand had squeezed his heart.

Sure enough—

"Hadō · Susanoo — Katon: Amaterasu!"

In the next instant, black flames of Amaterasu erupted from Susanoo, spreading outward like burning branches. They slashed and severed the Reiatsu dragons constricting him, consuming them utterly.

Even before the crushing torrent of Reiatsu could annihilate Susanoo, the searing black flames incinerated the dragons, burning them into nothingness. Within moments, all five dragons vanished from Soul Society.

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Aiyan thrust his left hand outward.

Susanoo opened its mouth. From within poured countless particles of blue and violet Reiatsu, swirling together into a spiraling blue-violet orb—the Bijūdama.

Tsk, tsk.

Not only that.

The instant the sphere formed, the Amaterasu flames covering Susanoo's body were drawn inward, as if pulled by a black hole. The Bijūdama absorbed the flames, becoming a burning sphere of Reiatsu.

From afar, it looked like a flaming black hole, warping space around it.

"Hadō · Susanoo — Amaterasu Bijūdama!"

Aiyan flicked his hand. The Reiatsu sphere locked onto Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni and shot forward with devastating speed.

Shunpo!

Even the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years dared not take it head-on. Using Shunpo, he dodged, reappearing a thousand meters away.

But the moment he stopped, his vision darkened. He turned—only to see the burning Reiatsu sphere hovering at his side.

Then—

Boom!

The jet-black sphere expanded wildly, twisting and erasing everything in its path—rocks, mountains, trees—breaking them down into spirit particles before burning them away.

In the blink of an eye, the sphere, once only five meters across, swelled to several kilometers in diameter. Like a burning meteorite, it crashed into Soul Society's land, unleashing an apocalyptic torrent of Reiatsu.

Crack!

At the epicenter, the earth split open, fissures yawning into bottomless chasms. Smoke and dust surged upward like ocean tides, spiraling into the heavens. A massive mushroom cloud rose above Seireitei.

And beneath that mushroom cloud—

Aiyan, standing within Susanoo's brow, gazed at the devastation and admired the scene.

"What beautiful fireworks."

"Though the season is wrong, it's nice to enjoy such a feast of fire."

"What do you think, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni?"

As if in answer to his words, pillars of fire surged up around the Reiatsu sphere, engulfing Susanoo and Aiyan alike.

Of course, even the massive black sphere was swallowed within the inferno.

"This goes beyond Kidō."

"You really have no sense of martial ethics."

"The mighty thousand-year Shinigami resorting to Ryūjin Jakka to sneak attack me—a young man who has trained for less than a year."

Faced with the blazing pillars of flame, Aiyan merely smiled.

He wasn't surprised in the slightest that Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni had abandoned martial virtue.

After all—

The strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, even if no longer the bloodthirsty sword demon of the past, was hardly a man of chivalry.