Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

The moment the words fell, jet-black markings appeared, clearly indicating that Kiyokawa Izumi was serious—even if he couldn't leave the Infinite Castle, he would still kill Doma here.

It felt as if there were blazing flames burning inside my body, and my body temperature rose rapidly.

After meeting Douma, the idea of ​​conserving his energy was completely forgotten.

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

With his blood boiling and power surging forth, Kiyokawa Izumi, at his peak, stopped arguing with Doma and silently swung his sharp Nichirin Blade.

The first form of Dark Breathing is indeed not as eye-catching as other moves, but with the support of sixth-level swordsmanship, it has already touched the so-called inhuman realm.

"That's a very impressive technique. Among the Pillars I've encountered, your swordsmanship is arguably the best. Unfortunately, it's still just a little short!"

Doma, who dodged to the side, said with some regret.

However, the next second, a sudden change occurred.

A large amount of ghost blood gushed out, and tiny yet deep wounds appeared on the pale neck.

Domo blankly touched the wound on its neck, only then realizing what was happening.

It turns out that I hadn't completely dodged it.

It almost got wiped out.

How can one describe that move? It was just an ordinary draw of the sword, with nothing special about the swing or the rhythm of his breathing, yet this strike was anything but simple.

It was so fast that even as the second moon of the upper moon, it was difficult to see clearly at first glance.

What those eyes saw was merely an afterimage; the moment they saw it clearly, the sharp Nichirin Blade had already slashed down.

If I hadn't made that dodge move at that moment, I would have really had my head chopped off by this young swordsman.

But Doma was right about one thing: among all the Pillars he had encountered, this terrifying man was number one in swordsmanship alone.

"Blood Demon Art: Lotus Leaf Ice!"

On the other hand, Upper Moon Two reacted exceptionally quickly. The fact that it was almost killed was not enough to arouse its fear. Its playful expression subsided slightly, and with the help of the gushing blood, it launched a Blood Demon Art.

With a casual wave of his magnificent golden iron fan, lotus-shaped ice crystals suddenly appeared in front of Qingchuan Quan, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A seemingly casual and ordinary move, yet it conceals boundless killing intent.

The exquisite ice lotus exudes a bone-chilling cold, with tiny ice crystals hidden within—if Qingchuanquan were to breathe at this moment, he would be courting death.

Once he breathes, a large amount of ice crystals will be inhaled into his lungs, which will cause alveolar necrosis.

In this godforsaken place, injuries like alveolar necrosis are impossible to treat.

Will Kiyokawa Izumi underestimate the strength of Upper Moon Two?

of course not!

The situation now is different from what Shinobu Kocho was like back then.

Putting aside the huge gap in strength between the two sides, his intelligence advantage alone prevented him from falling into the same predicament as Shinobu Kocho in the original world.

He reacted almost instantly, without distancing himself from Doma. The young swordsman's handsome face remained expressionless, devoid of any emotion such as surprise or anticipation; he was as calm as a robot.

He had long since disregarded the concepts of life and death.

When a top swordsman no longer cares about life and death, what else can cause him to have emotional fluctuations?

Draw the sword and swing it.

Upon closer examination, it's just two simple actions.

With a seemingly ordinary slash, Kiyokawa Izumi neither dodged nor retreated in the face of Doma's Blood Demon Art, which concealed deadly intent. The dark silver blade swirled through the air, and in the blink of an eye, the ice lotus blooming in front of her shattered instantly.

The tiny ice crystals that filled the air were dispersed by the swirling blades of wind.

"Is this all you're capable of, as the Upper Moon Two?"

A calm voice rang out, and Kiyokawa Izumi stepped forward, his right hand gripping the hilt of the sword seemingly transferring its own warmth to the blade.

The scalding blood boils within the body, and in the state of the spots, the whole person is like a blazing furnace. For an ordinary person, this would be an unimaginable state of high fever.

Kiyokawa Izumi, however, did not feel any discomfort. On the contrary, he felt that he was now terrifyingly strong.

A searing heat emanated from the palm of the hand, and at the tip of the blade, a blood-red hue had quietly emerged, replacing the original color.

Kiyokawa Izumi was not unaware of the techniques for activating the Crimson Blade.

In such a desperate situation, perhaps due to the immense pressure and the unwavering determination, the cold Nichirin Blade was ultimately affected by its own temperature.

After the markings came the crimson blade.

Upon seeing that striking crimson hue, the fear hidden deep within his memory resurfaced uncontrollably, and the unforgettable pain brought by those memories even affected Doma at that moment.

So what if he was the progenitor of demons?

Even the high and mighty creature was once terrified of a man who considered himself a failure.

The psychological trauma left behind has not faded even after hundreds of years and continues to have a profound impact on people today.