Konoha's Mission Master

Three days later, the Demon Slayer Corps' outer perimeter security was triggered.

Muzan Kibutsuji approached the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters alone under the cover of night.

The Hidden Force and the Logistics Force began to withdraw, while Kagaya Ubuyashiki sat quietly indoors with his family. Hidden in the shadows was a huge amount of explosives. If the Demon Slayer Corps was wiped out, he would risk his life to detonate those explosives and severely injure Muzan Kibutsuji.

Led by the Pillars, the Demon Slayer Corps members blended into the night, and the swordsmen of all ranks showed no fear of the impending battle.

Although these people are weak, when their wills are united, they are like indestructible steel.

The group moved swiftly through the mountains and forests, their clothes fluttering in the wind. The entire group was incredibly quiet, like an indestructible army, with countless shadows gathering and dispersing.

Yakumo hoisted the Glory Sword Case onto his back and charged toward Muzan Kibutsuji.

In fact, Muzan Kibutsuji did not hide his whereabouts at all. His face was pale, and his body looked as if he was draped in a silver veil under the moonlight, like a handsome young nobleman. His steps were very casual, without any tension, just like he was strolling casually in the mountains.

However, the various mechanisms and traps designed by the Demon Slayer Corps became ineffective under his leisurely pace, and Muzan Kibutsuji slowly descended like a monarch who controlled everything.

But Yakumo's speed is even faster...

The two met in the mountains a few kilometers ahead of the Demon Slayer Corps, with the Nine Pillars leading the Demon Slayer Corps behind him.

The two stared at each other, seemingly calm, but tensions were already running high.

A few seconds later, Muzan Kibutsuji looked away and towards the back of Yakumo. The nine Pillars arrived with the Demon Slayer Corps members, who were dressed in black Demon Slayer Corps uniforms with the words "Determination to Destroy Demons" embroidered on their backs.

The group slowly drew their Nichirin Blades, pointing them directly at Muzan Kibutsuji, showing no fear whatsoever. Inosuke even clamored for a fight.

"Are you the demon slayer who killed Kokushibo?"

Muzan Kibutsuji asked calmly.

"Yes...it's me."

Yakumo nodded.

"Actually, I guessed it; you weren't injured."

Kibutsuji Muzan slowly shook his head, a ferocious red light suddenly appearing in his crimson eyes. His originally handsome face became slightly distorted as he raised his head again.

"I admit you're very strong, but there are some things you're not good enough for."

"Really? I think today is the anniversary of your death."

Yakumo said without any politeness.

Upon hearing this, Muzan Kibutsuji did not become angry.

Under the cover of night, Muzan Kibutsuji softly extended an invitation.

"Would you be willing to accept my blood, become a demon, become a perfect being like me, and you will have eternal life?"

"A perfect being?" Yakumo asked rhetorically.

"That's right!"

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mu said loudly.

"Is that so...? But I don't think a creature that has evolved to perfection would be as ugly as you."

Yakumo retorted softly, his handsome face full of sarcasm. Through Kagaya Ubuyashiki's introduction, he learned about the crimes that Muzan Kibutsuji had committed over the past thousand years, and his heart was filled with anger towards him.

"You deserve to die..."

Muzan Kibutsuji's face contorted, his crimson eyes suddenly contracted, and tiny blood vessels filled his eye sockets.

Accompanied by Muzan Kibutsuji's rage, an incredibly suppressed and bloody aura spread outwards, radiating in all directions.

Most of the Demon Slayer Corps members turned pale.

This was not fear, but rather a pressure from a higher level of existence.

War is imminent.

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Chapter 219 Muzan Kibutsuji's Fall

In the mountains and forests, the atmosphere suddenly became tense and hostile.

Facing the entire Demon Slayer Corps, Muzan Kibutsuji showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he calmed his aura and spoke to Yakumo again.

"I am willing to forgive your provocation."

"I'll give you one more chance. Are you willing to absorb my blood?"

"Of course not."

Yakumo shook his head without hesitation.

"Hey."

Kibutsuji Muzan sighed softly, a hint of disappointment actually flashing in his eyes.

But he still did not give up on converting Yakumo.

Such a special person is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence, and it is related to his belief in the opportunity to go further. At worst, he would cripple him and inject him with demon blood, at which point Yakumo would not be able to refuse.

"Since that's the case..."

Kibutsuji Muzan stretched out his hand, pointing straight ahead, and slowly clenched his fist.

Centered on him, countless crimson tentacles spread outwards, instantly expanding to nearly a hundred meters. This was Nakime's Blood Demon Art, establishing an anchor point before teleportation.

The crimson tentacles traced crimson runes on the ground.

The stench of blood spread to the surrounding area.

Bump, bump, bump, bump.

To the astonishment of the Demon Slayer Corps members, countless man-eating demons suddenly appeared in the field. Most of them were humanoid demons, some with thick arms but very thin legs, others with thick legs but thin hands, and some even had multiple arms or thick thighs.

The alien demons come in various forms. Among them, one evil demon is about five meters tall, with two ferocious faces on its head. Its scarlet tongue extends outward like a winding, venomous snake, and its aura is no weaker than that of a lower-level demon.

A stench of blood and decay assaulted the senses.

But more cannibals appeared one after another, until all that remained in front of the Demon Slayer Corps was a vast, dense ocean. Muzan Kibutsuji stood like a monarch, surrounded by numerous demons, with a smile on his face that showed that he controlled everything.

At that moment, he was incredibly confident.

"Do you regret it now...? This is your last chance!"

Kibutsuji Muzan extended his arm to Yakumo, a magnanimous smile on his face, as if a king were bestowing favors upon a sinner. He was genuinely curious about what kind of person, what kind of physical structure... could single-handedly kill Kokushibo.

The pillars instinctively gripped their weapons tighter.

However, they no longer had any confidence in the upcoming battle. Although they were strong enough to fight ten against one, they could not withstand a hundred or a thousand.

Among all the demons, killing Muzan is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

"You haven't seen the sun in a long time, have you?"

Yakumo chuckled and countered with a question.

Kibutsuji Muzan's smile froze. After becoming a demon a thousand years ago, he had never been bathed in sunlight again, yet he could not understand the significance of Yakumo's question.

"Let the fire of the sun burn away all sins!"

Yakumo gently patted the Glory Sword Box, then subconsciously licked his lips as he looked at the hundreds of thousands of Conquest Points in front of him, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Today, I'll let you see the sun one more time!"

Yakumo spoke in a loud voice.

"Refined by Holy Light!"

As Yakumo spoke.

The once ordinary sword case now emitted a bright light.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes...

The sky, stretching for miles around, brightened!

Under the sunlight, countless demons knelt on the ground, wailing in agony, no longer as ferocious as before. Wisps of black smoke rose from the demons' bodies, revealing burn marks from the flames.

Muzan Kibutsuji's handsome face became distorted, wisps of black smoke spread outwards, his appearance became ferocious and terrifying, and his body rapidly proliferated with flesh and blood, blocking the sunlight.

At that moment, he was filled with fear.

Sunlight was his only weakness.

Those weak demons were instantly annihilated by the sunlight, and Yakumo's conquest points were rapidly increasing; everything was developing in a positive direction.

"Hahahaha... That's great, that's great!"

The pillars behind Yakumo regained their confidence. They knew that Yakumo was still holding back, but they did not expect that he was hiding a deadly attack that summoned the sun in the dark of night.

Five seconds later, the sunlight converged into a beam of light, which entered the Glory Sword Box behind Yakumo. In the darkness, the sword box, emitting a white light, resembled a bright lamp.

The demons stopped struggling, quickly got up, and their burned areas healed rapidly. When they looked at Yakumo, the fear in their eyes was impossible to hide.

In those five seconds, one-third of the demons were annihilated.

"Kill him!"

Muzan Kibutsuji's flesh and blood returned to normal, and in the blink of an eye, he was once again a handsome young man. However, his crimson eyes were now filled with pure killing intent. Anyone who could wield the power of the sun... must die.

He no longer considers conversion.

"Roar roar roar roar!!!"

Countless demons began to charge at the Demon Slayer Corps. Among them were several demons whose aura was no weaker than that of Enmu, who had died at the hands of Yakumo. However, they were all different in form and incredibly ugly.

The ground began to shake violently, and small pebbles bounced up and down.

Within a radius of several kilometers, birds and beasts scattered.

The demons charged without any order, yet with an overwhelming momentum, and the stench of blood gradually spread outwards, radiating in all directions.

"I'll make the first move."

Yakumo stopped the Demon Slayer Corps member who was about to attack with a gesture, and slid his specially made Nichirin Blade out of its case and gripped it tightly in his right hand.

The surface of the Nichirin Blade was burning with bright white flames, swaying slightly in Yakumo's hand, as if he were holding the power to annihilate everything.

Meanwhile, the second Nichirin Blade is poised to strike.