Seeing Fengichiro's expression change slightly, Aoyama Ren's lips curved into a faint smile.
This guy had clearly received a considerable amount of blood from Muzan Kibutsuji. Among the demons here, he was the strongest—one who possessed a Blood Demon Art.
Aoyama couldn't fully estimate his combat strength yet, but judging from Fengichiro's reaction, no one had ever managed to block the blades that shot from his palm before.
Inside the house, the woman paused when she didn't hear the expected scream.
Previously, some people claiming to be swordsmen had come here.
But none of them had even managed to enter the house.
They all died outside the door.
Their bones had been devoured completely by the demons.
Maybe…
The man outside could save her.
A faint light of hope appeared in the woman's eyes.
Realizing that the man before him was completely different from the demon slayers who came before, Fengichiro stepped out of the house.
As he did, demons hidden throughout the village began rushing toward the area.
Some leaped across rooftops.
Others sprinted across the ground.
The once quiet village instantly turned chaotic.
Aoyama swept his gaze across the scene.
Just as the mission report said—the village had been completely occupied by demons.
No human survivors remained.
Except for the woman inside the house.
"Heh."
"Planning a Night Parade of a Hundred Demons?"
Aoyama spoke casually.
It wasn't like he hadn't seen such situations before.
After experiencing this several times, he remained perfectly calm.
Besides…
He needed to kill more demons.
The more demons he killed, the more Summoning Scroll spiritual power he would accumulate.
That would accelerate the resurrection of Makomo and Sabito.
The demons charged wildly toward him.
None attacked Nezuko.
Because they considered her one of their own.
For demons without Blood Demon Arts, Aoyama considered them completely harmless.
No matter how many came—
He simply cut them down.
Like chopping cabbage.
"Ding!"
"Host has slain a demon. Reward: Stamina +5, Summoning Scroll Spirit Power +1."
"Ding!"
"Host has slain a demon. Reward: Speed +5, Summoning Scroll Spirit Power +1."
"Ding!"
"Host has slain a demon. Reward: Blade Sharpness +5, Summoning Scroll Spirit Power +1."
"Ding!"
"Host has slain a demon. Reward: Fist Strength +5, Summoning Scroll Spirit Power +1."
The number of demons rapidly decreased before the naked eye.
Watching the situation worsen, Fengichiro shifted his gaze toward Nezuko.
A demon slayer…
bringing a demon with him?
That girl must be important to him.
While Aoyama was busy fighting the surrounding demons, Fengichiro suddenly fired palm blades toward Nezuko.
Since they were both demons, even if she was injured she would regenerate.
As long as Aoyama was distracted—
The demons could overwhelm him.
But the moment the blades were launched—
Aoyama sensed something was wrong.
He turned around and saw the blades heading straight for Nezuko.
That…
Was crossing a line.
Attacking Nezuko was stepping directly onto Aoyama 's bottom line.
"Total Concentration! Light Breathing!"
"First Form — Flash!"
Aoyama shot forward instantly.
He appeared in front of Nezuko and sliced apart the incoming blades with one strike.
Without stopping—
He swung his sword straight toward Fengichiro.
Everything happened so quickly that the eye could barely follow.
Fengichiro had never expected a human to move this fast.
When he saw the blade approaching, it felt like his body was suppressed by an invisible pressure.
He tried to raise his arm to fire another blade—
But Aoyama 's sword split his palm cleanly in half.
Half of his arm fell to the ground.
Behind them, another demon lunged toward Aoyama .
Aoyama didn't even blink.
He turned slightly and sliced the demon's head off in one smooth motion.
"You should know what you did wrong."
His voice was ice cold.
Fengichiro suddenly felt that the man before him wasn't human.
He was a demon from hell.
More terrifying than any demon.
Fengichiro quickly retreated from Aoyama 's range and leaped onto the rooftop.
His blood-red eyes glared down at him.
"Hehehe!"
"Don't underestimate me!"
"My Blood Demon Art isn't as simple as what you've seen!"
He tore off his wedding robe.
Dozens of mouths were revealed across his body.
Below, Aoyama raised his gaze toward him.
The writhing mouths all over his body were disgusting.
Creatures created by Muzan Kibutsuji—
Nothing but ugly and revolting monsters.
Seeing Aoyama remain silent, Fengichiro grew even more pleased.
Being able to block his single blade attack didn't mean anything.
He hadn't even used his real Blood Demon Art yet.
"Blood Demon Art!"
"Thousand Blades!"
All the mouths on his body opened simultaneously.
Countless blades shot out continuously.
Fengichiro grinned proudly.
Soon—
The man below would be torn apart.
Aoyama leaped into the air.
The blades shot toward him from every direction.
He took a deep breath.
"Total Concentration!"
"Light Breathing!"
"Seventh Form — Swift Light Phoenix Feather: Silence."
This was a technique Aoyama had developed himself, improving upon the original Light Breathing.
The space between him and Fengichiro suddenly became deathly still.
No sound.
No wind.
Even the air itself seemed frozen.
The blades flying toward him suddenly stopped in midair.
A single white feather drifted down from above.
Then more feathers appeared.
Fengichiro watched in horror as the feathers gently landed on the blades.
The moment a blade touched a feather—
It disappeared.
The feathers continued drifting downward.
What…
What was happening?!
Fengichiro's face filled with terror.
What frightened him even more—
Was that he couldn't move.
He could only watch helplessly as the glowing feathers landed on his body.
Each feather sliced open his flesh.
Blood poured from the wounds.
The Aoyama who had been in front of him—
Had vanished.
Blood began seeping from Fengichiro's neck.
His body suddenly regained movement.
Slowly, he raised his hand and touched his neck.
The moment his fingers made contact—
His head slid off.
His body collapsed heavily onto the rooftop.
Behind him, two steps away—
Aoyama Ren stood silently.
Inside the house, the woman noticed the sudden silence outside.
She rushed out.
Just in time to see Fengichiro's head fall from the rooftop.
"AHHHH!!!"
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