Demon Slayer: After raising Shinobu, I died in front of her.

"You know so much, could it be that this is the reason you chose to become a demon in the first place?"

Ling Chuanche suddenly spoke calmly, but his tone was sharp and sarcastic.

The expression on Kokushibo's face froze for a moment.

With his clear and insightful eyes, no subtle change in Kokushibo's body can escape Lingchuan Tetsu's notice.

Just a moment ago, his heart was beating even faster.

"Looks like I guessed right. You, who were once a swordsman, chose to become a demon because of the curse that the mark wouldn't live past 25?" Ling Chuanche's face showed no sarcasm. "We are different. I am not afraid of death. I am only afraid of seeing you guys still alive before I die."

For me, even if I only have one day left to live, one night left to live, or one last second left to live, I will die on the path of slaying evil spirits!

You, a disgrace to the Demon Slayer Corps, don't need to say so much to me. And let me tell you, my talent is very low within the Demon Slayer Corps. My teacher once didn't even want me to become a swordsman because of my lack of talent.

There are many in the Demon Slayer Corps stronger than me. I have three disciples, two junior brothers, and countless powerful colleagues. They are all stronger than you. They are all like me; even knowing they would die the next day, they would not choose to become demons. Even knowing they would die the next day, they would choose to perish together with you demons!

Ling Chuanche laughed, his face covered in blood, his smile twisted in a ferocious grin: "Even if we are all destroyed, we will still slay you demons!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Nichirin Blade in Lingchuan Tetsu's hand, which was stained with blood, suddenly turned as red as blood!

This is the final blow!

Ling Chuanche gritted his teeth. He didn't have much strength left. Ordinary moves were useless against this evil spirit. He could only use that one move! He had only used that move once since he created the Breath of the Azure Sea.

……

Kokushibo calmly looked at Ryukawa Tetsu, calmly listened to his words, and calmly watched as the Nichirin Blade in his hand turned red.

A human, in the first second of fighting him, awakened his markings, then the Transparent World, and now he has awakened the Crimson Blade.

As for Ling Chuanche saying that he wasn't talented, no one would believe that.

Ling Chuanche's words echoed in his ears.

A disgrace to the Demon Slayer Corps... No, he isn't.

A figure suddenly appeared before him, dressed in red clothes with red hair tied in a ponytail.

He felt that Ling Chuanche in front of him was somewhat similar to the figure in his memory.

"As expected, you are all people I hate..." Kokushibo said calmly, his tone finally carrying a hint of killing intent.

He no longer intended to hold back. He looked up at the sky; the sun was about to break through the darkness, and dawn was approaching.

He'd spent enough time playing with this human today; he was losing patience.

Now for the final blow, to finish you off.

"Before I kill you, I want to know your name," Kokushibo said. "As a reward for the strong, this time, I will not forget your name."

"Sorry, you're not worthy."

Ling Chuanche suddenly raised his head.

At that moment, he suddenly disappeared from Kokushibo's perspective.

Kokushibo seemed to see a gigantic, towering wave rushing towards him, a wave that seemed capable of swallowing everything. Kokushibo's slender figure stood there, looking like an ant in front of that giant wave.

Even he appears so insignificant in the face of the power of nature!

"It seems this is your final blow." Kokushibo spoke calmly, then raised the long sword in his hand: "Breath of the Moon, Sixteenth Form, Moonbow, Lone Moon!"

"Breath of the Azure - Final Form - Roar!"

With a roar from Lingchuan Che, a destructive wave crashed towards Kokushibo, who swung his alien blade.

At this moment, the strongest attacks of the two sides, representing all of humanity, the swordsmen of the Warring States period, and the strongest swordsmen of this era, began to collide!

boom!!!

The entire village erupted in a deafening roar in an instant, and the earth trembled violently!

Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was rushing across the wilderness, suddenly raised his head and looked in horror at the smoke and dust rising from the distant village and the loud noise.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand: "Master... Master..."

The next moment, he gritted his teeth, recklessly pushing his already exhausted body to its limits, and continued to run forward as if his life depended on it.

……

After a few breaths, the violent aftershocks finally subsided.

Amidst the ruins, Lingchuan Tetsu's Nichirin Blade was firmly stuck in Kokushibo's neck, the blade already halfway in, yet unable to advance even an inch further.

Meanwhile, Kokushibo's grotesque, alien blade had mercilessly pierced through his chest.

The Crimson Blade was frantically destroying Kokushibo's body, but at the same time, Lingchuan Tetsu's internal organs were also completely torn apart and shredded by this fatal blow.

Clang!

Kokushibo withdrew his long sword expressionlessly.

Ling Chuanche staggered back two steps uncontrollably, then knelt heavily on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of scalding blood that stained the scorched earth beneath his feet.

Kokushibo calmly watched him, slowly reaching out to touch the unhealed wound on the bridge of his nose. It burned with pain and hadn't recovered.

If Lingchuan Che hadn't been at his last gasp, and if there had been another Pillar here who could have finished him off, his neck might have really been severed.

However, it's already over.

The first light of dawn was about to appear on the horizon, the sun was about to rise, and Ling Chuanche's life had come to an end.

In Kokushibo's all-seeing, clear eyes, Lingchuan Che's internal organs were already shattered beyond recognition.

The fact that he is still alive is a medical miracle.

Kokushibo gripped his long sword and walked step by step toward Ayakawa Tetsu, his tone indifferent: "As a reward for your pleasure tonight... I will kill you with my own hands... Before I kill you... human... tell me your name."

Ling Chuanche knelt there on one knee, head bowed, without speaking or making a sound, like a soulless shell.

Kokushibo said no more and raised his long sword high.

Just as the blade was about to fall, Ling Chuanche, who had been ashen-faced, suddenly sprang up like a dying but resolute wild beast, and pounced madly on Kokushibo!

Even the well-informed Kokushibo was momentarily stunned.

He couldn't understand how a human being could stand up after suffering such a fatal injury.

Even the slightest movement could cause him to faint, so what was it that allowed him to stand up?

Despite his lack of understanding, his hands did not stop moving in the slightest.

The long sword swung out with a piercing whistle, and just as it was about to sever Ling Chuanche's neck, Ling Chuanche once again squeezed out the last bit of life force from his body and abruptly turned his head to the side.

puff!

A flash of cold light, and his left arm and right leg were instantly severed at the root, blood gushing out like a fountain!

However, Ling Chuanche seemed to feel no pain at this moment. Like a mad dog, he disregarded his broken body and used the last of his strength to pounce on Heishibo, covered in blood.

He opened his mouth and bit down hard on Kokushibo's neck!

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had gone mad, and a desperate and shrill roar came from his throat like that of a wild beast.

He tore at it with all his might, and actually managed to bite off a piece of flesh from Kokushibo's neck!

Chapter 42 The Home I Can Never Return To

The flesh with its eerie markings was torn off, and the foul-smelling, scalding ghost blood instantly rushed into the throat, choking the person to the point of almost suffocation.

Blood blurred his vision, but through the crimson gaps, Ling Chuanche stared intently at the demon before him with a look that was a mixture of extreme disgust and insane provocation: "It's really... disgusting."

This sentence became the final straw that broke the camel's back, shattering Kokushibo's rationality.

Anger, an unprecedented anger, instantly filled Kokushibo's mind.

During the Warring States period, he was a proud and noble warrior. After becoming a demon, that person bestowed upon him endless honors, making him the Upper Moon One, second only to the king.

For hundreds of years, he has always been the one hunting humans and devouring their flesh and blood, but today, he is being eaten like a beast by a human!

"You ignorant and arrogant ants!"

Kokushibo roared, his six eyes blazing with murderous intent.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ling Chuanche by the neck, throwing him away like trash.

Just as he was about to deliver the final blow and turn the human into mincemeat, a burning sensation, like needles, suddenly came from the skin on his back.

Its daybreak.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning pierced through the clouds and slowly rose.

Light is about to shine upon the earth, and darkness is beginning to recede.

Kokushibo stopped what he was doing, his sinister gaze sweeping over Lingchuan Tetsu kneeling on the ground in the distance.

The man's chest was pierced, his hands and feet were severed, and his internal organs were shattered.

Even a ghost would need a long time to recover from such injuries; this human could absolutely not survive.

Kokushibo ignored him and vanished the moment the sunlight touched the hem of his clothes.

……

A deathly silence reigned over the ruins.

Lingchuan Che knelt on the ground, barely managing to support his body with his remaining right hand using his Nichirin Blade, preventing himself from collapsing completely.

Any normal person would have died ten or a hundred times over if they had suffered such injuries.

He can still maintain his kneeling posture entirely because of that deep-seated obsession that he refuses to let go.

He looked in the direction where Kokushibo had disappeared, his eyes surging with resentment, loneliness, and regret... but more than anything, there was endless sorrow.

In the end... I still couldn't do it.

I failed to kill him, failed to avenge my sister, failed... to protect everything.

"Ah……"

A broken laugh escaped Ling Chuanche's throat, followed by a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

My vision began to blur, and the excruciating pain in my body was gradually fading away, replaced by a light, floating feeling of emptiness, as if I were about to merge into the wind.

Am I going to die?