"Found it!" Muzan finally found the memory fragments of the demons killed by Yoizumi, by searching the dying memories of other demons.
A cruel arc curved at the corner of his mouth, and Muzan began to approach the location where Yoizumi and the others were.
The several ferocious large mouths on his body seemed eager to devour Yoizumi, and Muzan's eyes were filled with a look of certainty.
A cold and oppressive aura permeated his body, and a tyrannical sense of oppression spread to every corner of the Infinity Castle.
A man who had survived until now by his blood should repay him... Kibutsuji Muzan licked his lips, the storm of blood surging in his eyes enough to drown and suffocate anyone.
His crimson gaze fiercely fixed on the wall beside him, his arms transformed into two extremely long whip-like thorns, sweeping towards it. At the same time, as the whip-like thorns smashed into the wall and shattered, a figure appeared, and striking golden hair, along with endless fine snow, was revealed in Muzan's eyes.
Just as his arm was a hair's breadth from Yoizumi, a searing dull pain struck, and the thorny whip instantly disintegrated into dust.
Retrieving his arm, which had its regeneration delayed by the nichirin blade, Muzan sneered indifferently at Yoizumi.
"Are you... ready to face your death, Yoizumi?"
Yoizumi's cold blue eyes stared at Muzan, who was now ugly and monstrous. He had come to find him impatiently, even though Kochou and Tamayo's poisons hadn't been fully decomposed yet.
It seemed he was in a great hurry.
In a single breath, Yoizumi knew that the nine restless bone whips behind Muzan were very dangerous. His calm tone was filled with mockery towards Muzan.
"If I were to become like you, I'd rather die."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Shinobu, who was beside Yoizumi, opened her mouth with a smile.
"You shouldn't say such inauspicious things."
Shinobu's dark purple eyes carefully scrutinized Muzan. Her and Tamayo's poisons had worked very well indeed.
That was truly excellent.
It was just a pity that they couldn't directly poison Muzan to death.
Her slender hand pressed on the hilt, activating the mechanism within the nichirin blade, where the poisons were being mixed.
But it wasn't too late now; this time, she would add an even larger dose.
"Kibutsuji Muzan!" Tanjirou glared at Muzan, shouting his name. His hands, gripping the hilt too tightly due to anger, trembled slightly.
Finally... finally he could kill him!
"I will make you pay for your actions, Muzan!"
Muzan looked at Tanjirou with disinterest. Indeed... his gaze lingered on the Mark on Tanjirou's left forehead and the hanafuda earrings on his ears.
No matter how many times he saw Kamado Tanjirou, he would only feel disgust and wish to get rid of him quickly.
In a gloomy, hoarse voice, Muzan said as if it were a matter of course.
"You demon slayers are really annoying."
"All you talk about is avenging your families. Isn't it enough that you yourselves are alive?"
"Just think of them as having died in an earthquake, typhoon, or natural disaster."
"You people really aren't right in the head," Muzan said, pointing to his head, enunciating each word.
Upon hearing Kibutsuji Muzan's twisted logic, everyone present showed expressions of shock. Yoizumi frowned. How could such a creature have been born into this world?
It was truly incomprehensible.
Tanjirou gritted his teeth, his crimson eyes wide and bloodshot.
What is this guy saying?!
Just as Tanjirou was about to lose control of his overwhelming rage, a hand rested on his shoulder—it was Kyojuro Rengoku.
"Tanjirou, don't be rash!" Tanjirou looked over and saw that Mr. Rengoku's face and temples were bulging with veins. The arm resting on his shoulder also had prominent veins, showing Kyojuro Rengoku's current unrest.
Kyoujurou's orange-red eyes stared coldly at Muzan, the veins on his temples twitching. Justice had almost entirely formed his philosophy as a Pillar, and now, the guy in front of him was trampling on the beliefs he held dear.
Whenever he recalled the desperate expressions on the faces of those harmed by demons, Kyoujurou's anger became uncontrollable, his chest heaving violently. Taking a deep breath, Kyoujurou understood that facing the Demon King, only by maintaining absolute rationality could he hope for a chance at victory.
Shinobu, seething with anger, unreservedly clicked her tongue. Indeed, like master, like subordinate; he was exactly like Douma... Shinobu stopped speaking, merely silently adjusting her nichirin blade's hilt.
"You said it, Muzan," Yoizumi's sapphire eyes held solid ice, the temperature in the air plummeted, and countless snowflakes and ice crystals appeared out of nowhere, drifting all around.
"Then... you shall die in this snowstorm."
The Yoizumi in front of him vanished from sight. Muzan vigilantly looked behind him. Snow-white, interwoven with dazzling red, appeared behind Muzan, and a slash that became a blur cut off two of his bone whips.
As Muzan retreated, seven bone whips simultaneously stabbed towards Yoizumi, intending to pierce him. Yoizumi's figure once again became illusory, and four Yoizumis simultaneously attacked Muzan.
Breath of Snow Second Form: Snow Concealment!
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Raising his speed to the extreme, he simultaneously slashed at Muzan's body from four directions. Under the effect of the activation-enhancing potion, Yoizumi's speed had already reached its limit.
His recently regenerated arm was severed again, and a huge gash was split open on his chest. Muzan's other arm transformed into a thorny whip and swung at Yoizumi. A scorching heat wave cut off the thorny whip, and Kyoujurou's haori, burning like flames, danced.
Flame Breathing First Form: Unknowing Fire!
So fast! Even with his senses heightened by activating his Mark, he couldn't discern the speed of his attack!
Cutting off that thorny whip was just a coincidence, just a graze, Kyoujurou thought. The outcome was clear—if not dead, then crippled.
Indeed, very dangerous!
This is the Demon King!
For Muzan, a nichirin blade only caused a slight delay in his regeneration. His body structure was enough to provide him with endless stamina!
Except for the sun, no attack had any effect on him!
"!" A sudden needle-like pain shot through his lower back. A syringe was embedded in Muzan's body. Muzan's red eyes looked at the woman, whom he considered too weak to even bother with, only to find her smiling at him.
This... is poison!
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Muzan angrily swung his bone whips, intending to tear the woman to shreds. In the blink of an eye, clear snow drifted down, instantly severing them.
Breath of Snow First Form: Falling Snow.
The vertical pupils in Yoizumi's blue eyes looked down on Muzan. The hand gripping the nichirin blade blurred into an afterimage, and white air blades, like a thousand white feathers, overflowed from the blade, assaulting Muzan.
Snow Breathing Third Form: Thousand Feathered Crane Snow!
The sharp feather tips left deep imprints with just a light touch on the wall.
Muzan raised his fist and shattered the white feathers in front of him. He stomped his foot hard, lunging forward to Yoizumi, his sharp nails pointing directly at Yoizumi's neck.
Hinokami Kagura: Fire Wheel!
That familiar burning sensation, like the sun, came from the severed cross-section of his right hand. Muzan gritted his teeth, glaring at Tanjirou who had appeared.
"Don't you dare come near Yoizumi-nii, monster!"
Tanjirou's gleaming eyes stared at Muzan's body in front of him. His gaze penetrated the skin, and Tanjirou clearly saw everything within his body.
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