Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Kiyokawa Izumi stepped forward, her figure almost instantly passing by Shinobu Kocho and Mr. Gyomei. "Leave this to me!"

"There's no need to force the activation of the markings!"

These words were clearly spoken to Mr. Xingming.

At his age, forcibly activating his markings would kill him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp, ear-piercing shriek suddenly rang out, followed by nine tubular back whips that attacked from unbelievably tricky angles.

The surrounding air was compressed, torn apart, and even formed visible twisted ripples.

Combined with the even more terrifying speed of the leg whip, every inch of space in sight seemed to be covered.

There are no blind spots, and there is no possibility of retreating.

The suddenly formed blood-red vortex was filled with unimaginable suction, blocking all escape routes and making it difficult to move.

At this moment, our situation is like that of a lone boat in a raging sea, so insignificant as to be negligible.

"You bastard, you can actually turn into a ghost... I'll kill you in a minute!"

After quickly bandaging his wound, Sanemi glanced at Kiyokawa Izumi's neck out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but speak.

After I kill Muzan, I'll kill you!

Seriously, why did you have to become a ghost?

Although his words were blunt, his deliberate attempt to distance himself was incredibly heartwarming.

It wasn't that they rejected Kiyokawa Izumi, who had become a demon.

She was just worried that her rare blood effects might affect this guy—even if the bleeding had stopped, the scent of the remaining blood might still have an effect on him.

It's just that he'll turn into a ghost; I'll kill this guy sooner or later!

Kiyokawa Izumi was naturally unaware of Sanemi's complex inner thoughts.

"A Nichirin Blade that isn't my own just doesn't feel quite right to use..."

At this moment, he even had the leisure to complain in his mind about the weapon in his hand.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who was standing past the crowd, knew very well that they might not be able to withstand such an attack.

He gently swung his Nichirin Blade, facing head-on the back whip that was crashing down like a meteorite, covered in bone spikes.

In an instant, the severed tentacles fell like raindrops.

The moves were not flashy, the actions were not complicated, and there was no intense collision as one might expect.

Everything seemed very casual.

It was just a simple swing of the knife, yet it so easily neutralized its attack.

What you see is not an ordinary single cut, but hundreds or even thousands of overlapping cuts.

It appeared precisely at the most critical point, without blocking, but instead cutting in from the vulnerable side.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, indicating that the pieces were severed at almost the same time.

This guy... are you kidding me?

He did not exude any aura of evil spirits.

It's not that they're particularly weak or ordinary.

If he weren't standing right in front of me, I wouldn't even think he was real, as insignificant as the wind or the air.

This strange feeling was more than just something that made it wary; an indescribable fear filled its heart.

Damn!

That woman deserves to die!

They actually thought of turning Kiyokawa Izumi into a demon... so they wouldn't have to worry about birth, aging, sickness, and death anymore. This also means that Muzan couldn't possibly outlive Kiyokawa Izumi.

As ghosts, they both have long lifespans.

What frightens it the most is that Kiyokawa Izumi, who has just been transformed into a demon and has not yet had time to adapt, is already so terrifyingly powerful.

If given hundreds or even thousands of years to improve, how strong would he become then?

Therefore, Tamayo, that traitor, truly deserves to die!

Kiyokawa Izumi is a monster she created herself.

What are you afraid of? And what makes you uneasy?

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Are you worried that if I give you enough time, you'll easily surpass me?"

"Are you afraid to run away now, only to live in my shadow for the rest of your life?"

Clear footsteps approached from afar. Kiyokawa Izumi raised his hand and threw away the shattered Nichirin Blade—the strike just now seemed to have exceeded the limits that ordinary weapons could withstand.

He walked towards Muzan with an air of nonchalance.

The battle has only just begun; this level of intensity isn't even a warm-up, is it?

Isn't there still a hidden card that hasn't been played yet?

Why not give it a try?

Faced with Kiyokawa Izumi's relentless advance, Muzan, who desperately wanted to kill Tamayo, was not as mentally resilient as he appeared to be.

An unexpected scene unfolded.

Without hesitation, the guy turned around and fled.

Its speed is so fast that it is difficult to see with the naked eye.

"We can't let it go..."

Tamayo spoke up anxiously. Knowing Muzan better than anyone else, she was well aware of how despicable and selfish this bastard was.

Once it escapes, it probably won't easily reappear in the future.

Given Muzan's ability to hide, finding him again would be extremely difficult!

"That's true, I'm speechless."

Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't help but shake his head. Didn't he still have some hidden methods he hadn't used yet? Why was he already thinking about running away?

That lousy boss is just awful!

"Give me the Nichirin Blade. Don't worry, it won't escape!"

Kiyokawa Izumi said this to the person beside him.

He took Shinobu Kocho's slender Nichirin Blade, locked onto Muzan's back, and without the slightest hesitation, threw it with all his might.