Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"I refuse. These pieces of trash can't kill me!"

In the blink of an eye, Kiyokawa Izumi's figure vanished from the spot, and the dozen or so evil spirits rushing towards him were instantly killed before they could even react.

A calm, emotionless voice slowly drifted over, startling the pipa player who was sitting upright. A sharp knife tip grazed her neck.

"If I kill you, we can leave this place, right?"

The pipa player, who had used her Blood Demon Art to teleport quickly, paused slightly with her right hand, which was playing the pipa.

There was a very obvious wound on his pale neck, which was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the overflowing ghost blood even stained his clothes red.

I couldn't sense even the slightest bit of killing intent. No wonder Lord Kokushibo was killed; this man was indeed terrifyingly strong.

If I hadn't reacted in time and hastily used my Blood Demon Art to teleport away, I probably would have already had my head chopped off.

The speed of his sword strikes was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to follow. Despite having received a large amount of demon blood as a reward from that lord and being granted the status of an Upper Moon demon, there was still a huge gap between them.

"It's an honor for you to have gained that esteemed person's favor. Why don't you reconsider?"

The sound came from afar, but Nakime had already disappeared.

That last stab clearly frightened it, and now it doesn't dare to appear in front of Kiyokawa Izumi.

"Tsk!"

Dark black markings appeared on her face, and Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't help but click her tongue. In the end, she was still just a little bit short and failed to kill Nakime.

The Blood Demon Arts he possesses aren't particularly powerful, but they are quite troublesome to deal with.

Looking around, he could no longer find Nakime.

Avoiding battle and hiding in this vast, boundless city, where should we even begin to search for them?

The current spatial structure has changed once again. Nakime, who is hiding, is controlling the Infinite Castle. Kiyokawa Izumi's platform suddenly rises, and the pieced-together corridors lead in all directions. In the connected pavilions, the figures of countless evil spirits have appeared.

"Do you lowly lackeys even know anything?"

A blood-red Sharingan quietly appeared, and dozens, even hundreds, of demons surged in from multiple directions simultaneously. Having received clear instructions, they were not intimidated by Kiyokawa Izumi's strength.

The dark silver blade flashed like a shooting star across the sky, and almost simultaneously, more than a dozen heads of varying sizes fell to the ground.

Kiyokawa Izumi, without using any sword techniques, repeatedly swung her sword the moment she drew her Nichirin Blade, unleashing more than a dozen consecutive strikes that instantly killed the attacking demon.

Their ugly bodies burst into flames at a visible speed, filling the air with a pungent and unpleasant odor.

In less than a breath, he had killed nearly twenty evil spirits.

This was not his limit, but due to the distance limitation, the evil spirits lingering dozens of meters away were not within his attack range, so he naturally could not cut them down.

A brief period of calm followed. Demons are not mindless beasts; it's normal for them to be frightened and hesitant after so many of their kind were instantly killed.

Countless gazes were fixed upon them, their crimson pupils filled with malice. Even the lowest of the low clad beings craved more ghost blood.

If I can kill this man, I will surely receive a reward from that lord, and becoming a new member of the Twelve Demon Moons is not impossible.

Driven by similar thoughts, evil spirits began to stir.

The reason they are still observing is clearly that they are waiting for other similar groups to make a move. That's how a mob is; without a leader, they can't accomplish anything.

Kiyokawa Izumi wasn't going to stand there foolishly and wait.

What are you hesitating about?

What are you afraid of again?

Kiyokawa Izumi, who was holding the hilt of his sword, suddenly took a step forward. Not wanting to waste too much time here, he said calmly.

"Anyone who's not afraid to die, come forward!"

A particularly burly demon stared intently at Qingchuan Quan in front of it. Among this rabble, it considered itself to be quite strong.

In its eyes, the exceptionally thin and small Qingchuan Quan walked past it so boldly and nonchalantly.

Are we just going to let him leave like that? Let him walk right past us?

Are you kidding me!

By deliberately exposing its back to it, without any defense and with so many openings, how could it possibly resist?

Wait until he's a little further away... right now!

With his clenched fists clenched, he suddenly swung them, determined to smash this human into a pulp.

Just as the fist was about to land, a dizzying sensation began to occur. Its pupils suddenly contracted, and its severed head tumbled in mid-air.

The back that was about to touch was such a distant place to it.

It's a distance that you can't reach even if you try your best.

By the time it realized what was happening, most of its body had already turned to ashes.

"Move, or die!"

A calm, emotionless voice rang out, and under the watchful eyes of those filled with malice, Kiyokawa Izumi walked through the demons as if they were nothing.

Screams filled the air. Anyone who dared to move had no time to react. Just as they were about to touch Kiyokawa Izumi, they belatedly realized that their heads had already been severed.