Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"A demon slayer? You look rather weak, you're probably not a Pillar, right?"

As she slowly turned around, Daki spoke in a detached and cold tone.

She wore a black and white furisode kimono with the front open, revealing her pale skin and delicate collarbones.

Her jet-black hair was piled high, meticulously combed, and carefully piled on both sides to resemble the shape of butterfly wings, adorned with exquisite and luxurious hairpins.

With its head slightly tilted, it glanced at us sideways.

That wasn't an ordinary gaze, but a condescending scrutiny; the depths of the pupils held no human warmth, only the cold indifference of a predator.

She has a flawless face, like a meticulously sculpted work of art, without a single imperfection. Even the well-traveled Kiyokawa Izumi, upon seeing the courtesan-dressed Daki, couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly worthy of being the most beautiful woman."

The rosy lips and the carefully applied red makeup around the eyes made it look even more beautiful.

"Too terrified to speak? I don't eat withered old people or ugly people, but you are worthy of being eaten by me."

Kiyokawa Izumi seemed so captivated by her beauty that he hesitated to draw his sword.

"This is getting a bit boring... Don't you have anything to say? You're about to be eaten by me!"

A bright red ribbon suddenly swirled around her. In Daki's perception, this unremarkable male swordsman possessed negligible strength.

Only her appearance is worth praising.

"The night is long, why rush?"

The ribbon snapped instantly, and Daki's pupils contracted slightly.

It didn't even see when the person drew their sword.

A misjudgment has occurred!

This young demon hunter is no ordinary person.

"I'm waiting for the crowd to disperse. What are you waiting for?"

Kiyokawa Izumi thought silently to himself.

The battle with Daki will not cause too much damage to the surrounding area. Although she is also an Upper Moon and her strength is indeed stronger than that of the Lower Moon, she is insignificant compared to her brother.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who had been hesitant to make a move, was simply listening to the sounds around him—the battle with Gyutaro would inevitably affect the surrounding area.

If the area isn't cleared beforehand, it will be very difficult to fight.

"You are, Pillar?"

Daki became somewhat excited; a powerful and handsome Pillar was exactly to her liking.

"Hurry up, come with us if you don't want to die!"

"The first floor has been completely evacuated. Is there anyone left?"

"Let me confirm again!"

"The second floor has also been evacuated. Wait a minute, why is there still a little girl here?"

"Don't be afraid! We're not bad people!"

His enhanced senses allowed him to hear the sounds around him clearly.

"The First Form: Night Raven's Shadow!"

Kiyokawa Izumi suddenly drew his sword without a sound, and with a sudden burst of speed, he traversed a distance of less than ten meters in an instant, the dark silver blade seemingly blending into the darkness.

"You guessed I was Zhu, yet you were still so careless?"

A calm voice sounded from behind. Just as Daki was about to get up and use the ribbon to fight back, she felt dizzy and disoriented. Before she could even react, her head had already been severed.

Such a sharp strike was delivered without making a sound.

Something is wrong!

Something's not right!

Sensing danger, I had already transformed the ribbon around my neck, so why was it still cut off by him?

"You're surprisingly cute without a brain."

Kiyokawa Izumi, who had half-squatted down, looked at Daki's head that had fallen off and couldn't help but sigh.

Are you kidding me?

It must be because I haven't used my full strength yet, and haven't withdrawn all my avatars... I've diverted too much power to control You Guo.

If we can gather all our strength, we will definitely win.

To date, I have killed seven pillars.

The sight of Daki struggling desperately even after her head was severed was something Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't appreciate.

That unwilling-to-give-up expression seemed to say, "I haven't been serious yet; I can become even stronger."