Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

It was just a tiny amount of wisteria poison, not fatal to Shangxian.

Give it some time to adjust; its hands and legs can grow back, and that ridiculous poison will be completely broken down.

"Brother, kill him quickly!"

Unable to withstand the onslaught, Daki instinctively looked up and saw Gyutaro's head about to fall off.

How is that possible?

How could her own brother possibly lose?

How could that young Pillar possibly kill his own brother so easily?

"Die in style!"

With a slash of the twin blades, the muscles in Uzui Tengen's thick arms bulged noticeably; even though he had transformed into ribbons beforehand, he couldn't withstand this attack.

Let's get back to Kiyokawa Izumi.

After Gyutaro's head was removed, a large amount of dark red blood gushed out, transforming into countless blood scythes that swept around.

Not reconciled!

Extremely unwilling!

If it weren't for this ridiculous poison, its body wouldn't have failed to recover, nor would it have experienced a sudden stiffness that led to its lower body being severed.

Ultimately, if he hadn't diverted his strength, it's not impossible to see his movements clearly.

Gyutaro's head, which had fallen to the ground, struggled to look at Kiyokawa Izumi. This despicable guy was both incredibly repulsive and incredibly enviable.

Why did he win?

Let's die together!

Countless blood scythes surrounded him without leaving any blind spots, and the aftershocks alone destroyed more than a dozen houses.

Its power was so great that it even alarmed Yuzui Tianyuan.

"The Spring Boy!"

Is this kid alright?

Damn it, I didn't make it to help in time!

"Type 5 - Dust-Free!"

Countless chaotic flashes of sword light appeared, and when the dust settled, he, still standing straight in the same spot, slowly sheathed his sword.

That's all it is; what good is greater power?

It's useless if you can't hit it!

With the enhancements of the Fourth and Third Forms, Kiyokawa Izumi's physical functions have been greatly improved, and her senses have become extremely sharp.

At the range that the Nichirin Blade could reach, there was no attack he couldn't block at this moment.

"Brother, it's all your fault! Why did you lose? You've killed so many pillars, why were you instantly killed by him?"

A voice mixed with sobs rang out as Daki began to berate Gyutaro with extreme dissatisfaction.

"Idiot! He's stronger than any of the Pillars we've ever encountered. It's all your fault. If I hadn't shared my power with you, I might not have lost!"

"Huh? Mine's a Pillar too! If I don't block him for you, can you handle two Pillars at the same time?"

"Ugh, you guys are so annoying! Can't you just die quietly?"

Seeing that Kiyokawa Izumi was unharmed, Uzui Tengen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then shouted with some dissatisfaction.

His expression was somewhat relaxed, but he was deeply shocked by the Upper Moons' tenacious vitality—their heads had been severed, yet they had not dissipated.

What terrifying vitality!

Are all Upper Moon monsters like this?

"Stop nagging! If it weren't for this useless older brother dragging us down, how could we have possibly lost?"

Another round of arguments broke out, and Uzui Tengen couldn't help but cover his forehead—are all Upper Moons this childish?

Once they lose, they start shifting blame onto each other.

Hesitating whether to deliver the final blow, he looked toward Kiyokawa Izumi.

The latter ignored the siblings' argument, simply exhaling a breath of stale air, his expression somewhat inscrutable.

I wasn't that excited, nor that joyful.

An unexpected calm.

Kiyokawa Izumi is not an extremely gentle person at heart, and at this moment he is too lazy to mediate the argument between the two. No matter how awful the argument is, he doesn't care.

There's always a reason why someone is pitiful; the background of this brother and sister is undoubtedly very tragic.

The mother was a sick prostitute, the brother was born ugly, but the sister was exceptionally beautiful.

The older brother doted on his younger sister from a young age, but what awaited them was not a bright future.

When the younger sister was thirteen, she blinded a samurai in the left eye with a hairpin, simply because the latter had insulted her brother.

This behavior naturally provoked retaliation.

She was tied up by that samurai and burned beyond recognition. By the time her brother returned, she was on the verge of death.

The samurai, of course, did not leave. With others pointing him out, and with the idea of ​​eliminating any future threats, he tried to kill Gyutaro—but the end result was naturally that he was killed in return.

In their most helpless and desperate moments, no one was willing to help them until they met Doma.

Because of the tragedy of reality, he became a ghost, and because he became a ghost, he brought misfortune to countless people.

The tragedy of the times falls on the shoulders of ordinary people, an unbearable burden. If they had met better people earlier, such as the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps or other good people, their lives might have turned out very differently.

But reality doesn't offer "what ifs"; it's all just wishful thinking.

"Mr. Tengen Uzui, are you getting a little complacent? You've only just successfully killed the last Upper Moon. This kind of mentality is unacceptable."

Or are you preparing to step down to a secondary role?

Kiyokawa Izumi keenly noticed the change in the Sound Pillar's mindset.