Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

Muzan was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed. "You've become a vampire too!?"

Kagaya could see the jealousy in Muzan's eyes and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"I'm really happy to see you like this."

Before Muzan could say anything, another voice filled with hatred rang out.

"Muzan! We meet again."

Tanjiro walked out from the stands, his fists clenched, his body seemingly engulfed in crimson flames.

He held Nezuko's hand with his other hand.

At this moment, the little girl's eyes were already red, and her veins were bulging; she looked like she could turn into a demon at any moment.

Muzan stared at them, his expression somewhat blank. Before he could think of anything, a flippant yet familiar greeting drew him over.

"Lord Muzan, I'm not going to listen to you~"

A sweet, charming voice drifted down from above.

Xiaomei, chin held high, walked out of the red gate, stood behind the stands, and looked down with disdain.

"You look... a bit disheveled right now."

"Fallen...Princess...!" Muzan gritted his teeth in despair.

"Her name is Mei now." She held up a finger and wagged it. "Don't mistake people for others, Lord Muzan."

Gyutaro stood quietly behind his sister, without saying a word.

Next, one door after another opened.

Makomo, Kanao, Shinobu Kocho, Kanae, Mitsuri, Kozue, and Kozuma.

They came out one by one.

Then Urokodaki, who was leading Inosuke and Zenitsu, helped Kyojuro Obanai and Tengen Muichiro.

And, Xingming and Yiyong.

Finally, there was Sanemi, trembling all over with bloodshot eyes.

And equally excited was Yushiro.

At this moment, the vampires. The Demon Slayer Corps.

Everyone is present.

Looking at those faces filled with hatred.

Muzan's pupils trembled violently.

Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on him...

Every pair of eyes carries an indelible, indelible blood feud.

Family, friends, teachers, students...

Am I destined to die today?

He turned his head sharply, staring intently at Shirakawa Yu, trying to find any other possibility in his face.

However, no.

On Bai Chuanyu's indifferent face, there was also an undisguised killing intent.

Muzan panicked.

He clung to his last glimmer of hope, his voice hoarse and hurried as he spoke.

"There's... absolutely no possibility of negotiation?"

Bai Chuanyu looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

"I know you! I understand you!" Muzan's voice rose a few decibels.

"You just said you don't like my face! That's okay! I can change it!"

As he spoke, his body began to contract, and his features softened.

In the blink of an eye, her once tall and straight figure became petite, and her pretty face became alluring.

The robe she wore before, perhaps because it didn't fit properly, had slipped down at the collar, revealing a section of her snow-white shoulder and collarbone.

She knelt there, looking pitiful and pleading at Bai Chuanyu, her eyes even a little red.

"How about this? Is this version of me... okay?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, just like a pitiful young woman begging her husband for forgiveness.

This scene shocked everyone.

Including Kagaya, Tanjiro, and all of Shirakawa Yu's women.

Muzan...he...she...

At this moment, the entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone's mouths gaped open, staring in disbelief at Muzan...

Seeing him abandon even his last shred of dignity in order to survive.

She even went so far as to transform herself into this appearance, just to cater to Shirakawa Yu's "preferences".

and many more! ! !

Everyone snapped out of their shock, and their horrified gazes all turned to Shirakawa Yu.

A ridiculous, yet terrifying thought simultaneously arose in their minds...

He won't...

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Shirakawa Yu was staring intently at Muzan.

And his face... slowly turned red.

not good!

Everyone secretly felt that something was wrong.

Watching Bai Chuanyu's face grow redder and redder, as if it were about to burn up.

at last!

"Why the hell are you all staring at me?!"

A furious roar echoed throughout the entire Colosseum.

"Do you really think I'm that desperate?!"

Hearing the angry rebuke and seeing the furious Shirakawa Yu, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness... thank goodness...

He blushed because he was annoyed by our gazes.

Seeing this, he gave a bitter laugh, stopped performing, and slowly stood up.

During this process, he regained his original physique and appearance, dusted off the dust on his knees, raised his hand, and straightened the collar of his robe.

"In that case, let's just wait and see," he said.

"Hai?"

Shirakawa Yu seemed to still be reeling from that bizarre scene, spitting out a mouthful of saliva with a look of disgust.

What are you going to use to keep me at bay?

Muzan stood quietly, his bare hands trembling slightly, yet he forced himself to maintain a calm expression.

"I admit, I can't beat you."

"But don't even think about getting what you want from me."

Shirakawa Yu forcibly banished the chilling image from his mind and took a deep breath.

"Want to commit suicide?"

"But do you have the guts?"

Muzan shook his head.

"Of course not. I want to live, no matter what the chance is."

"But even if you can kill me, you can't control me."

The voice just fell.

A violent shockwave erupted from Muzan's body!

Shirakawa Yu was very familiar with this move.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and stepped back to avoid it.

I thought Muzan would take this opportunity to launch an attack and make a final stand.

However, he did not move.

He just stood there quietly.

Not only did he not move... but there was also that... shockwave!

That shockwave that should have continued to spread.

At this moment, it has neither spread, disappeared, nor weakened.

They just stayed there, completely still.

Shirakawa Yu narrowed his eyes.

He stared intently at the constant fluctuations around Muzan, his pupils slightly contracting.

This shockwave was much smaller than the previous one, covering only about three meters around Muzan.

But it acts like a barrier, with almost no gaps or interruptions between each release, just a continuous output one after another.

Muzan has... completely transformed a powerful, instant-cast attack into an absolute defensive resistance field.