Kibutsuji Muzan glanced towards the door as he entered the room.
He saw an ordinary red-haired swordsman with a birthmark on his forehead, a ponytail, and Hanafuda earrings with sun patterns.
“I thought it was someone else, but it’s Mr. Yoriichi.”
“Then no…”
“Wait!?”
“Mr. Yoriichi?”
Kibutsuji Muzan’s footsteps paused; he seemed to have seen something incredible just now.
“Red hair in a ponytail?”
“A birthmark on his forehead?”
“And wearing Hanafuda earrings with sun patterns?”
“This… isn’t this Mr. Yoriichi?”
“Still not right!”
“Didn’t that guy Mr. Yoriichi die hundreds of years ago?”
“Damn it! How dare he mess with me!”
“I’m going to whip you into mincemeat repeatedly, then take you back and savor every bit of you!!”
Ye Xiao looked at Kibutsuji Muzan, who was clearly stunned for a moment, and controlled his urge to laugh.
Since he had already seen it, he would continue to be ruthless.
He stood up and came behind Kibutsuji Muzan, placing his hand on Kibutsuji Muzan’s shoulder.
Meanwhile, Kibutsuji Muzan was thinking of beating this person, who looked like Mr. Yoriichi, into mincemeat and taking him home to eat slowly.
“First, kill the red-haired guy, then proceed with my ‘experiment’.”
But before he could turn around, Kibutsuji Muzan’s shoulder was pressed by a large hand.
“You damn insect, how dare you pat the shoulder of this Demon King!”
“And with that bastard Mr. Yoriichi’s face!!”
Feeling the touch on his shoulder, Kibutsuji Muzan’s face darkened, and he roared internally, then, with an annoyed expression, he tried to turn his head to kill this fake Mr. Yoriichi.
But just as he tried to turn his head, a voice that pierced his soul rang out.
“Kibutsuji… Muzan!”
“!!!!”
Hearing the person behind him call out his name, Kibutsuji Muzan froze instantly.
At this moment, Kibutsuji Muzan’s five brains stopped thinking, and his seven hearts also briefly stopped, while his century-old wounds on his body began to ache faintly.
“This familiar voice!”
“This voice etched into my DNA.”
“And he can even accurately call out my name; I haven’t used my true name in a hundred years.”
“Yet the swordsman behind me called out my name.”
“Could it really be Mr. Yoriichi?”
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
“I saw from Kokushibo’s memories that he personally cut the elderly Mr. Yoriichi in half!”
“But why would the guy behind me call out my name?”
While Kibutsuji Muzan was brainstorming.
Ye Xiao clearly felt Kibutsuji Muzan’s trembling.
Then, suppressing his laughter, Ye Xiao slowly said,
“Muzan! What do you intend to do here?!!”
Cold sweat continuously beaded on Kibutsuji Muzan’s forehead.
He wanted to turn around and confirm whether the person behind him was truly Mr. Yoriichi, but his neck seemed to be locked by an invisible shackle, unable to move an inch.
He wanted to self-destruct immediately, but he couldn't move either.
“Muzan, did you think that if I died, you could truly get rid of me?”
Ye Xiao continued to speak in that voice that made Kibutsuji Muzan tremble with fear.
Kibutsuji Muzan struggled immensely internally; he refused to believe what was before his eyes, yet the familiar voice and the pain from his old wounds forced him to doubt.
Kibutsuji Muzan forced his five brains to calm down.
“Mr. Yoriichi is already dead!”
“The way to face fear is to confront it.”
“Come on!”
Kibutsuji Muzan gritted his teeth and turned to see who this bastard was.
However, when he turned, he only saw the familiar face of “Mr. Yoriichi” and that familiar yet terrifying gaze.
“Demon!!!”
“You… are you a human or a demon?!”
Kibutsuji Muzan screamed in terror, “You should be dead!!!”
“As a Demon King, you’re actually afraid?”
Ye Xiao said with a smirk, his hand resting on the Nichirin Blade at his waist, “Whether human or demon, Muzan, I have returned from hell for you.”
With that, Ye Xiao began to grip the hilt firmly and draw his sword.
The originally silver blade instantly turned red-hot the moment it was unsheathed.
A scorching sensation emanated from the blade.
Even a biting cold wind was warmed by the blazing blade.
Feeling the warm aura.
Kibutsuji Muzan felt not a hint of warmth, but rather a chilling coldness in his heart.
In Kibutsuji Muzan’s eyes, whether he was truly Mr. Yoriichi or not was no longer important; what mattered was whether he could still escape if he self-destructed now.
Unlike Kibutsuji Muzan, who was overthinking.
Ye Xiao activated his blazing blade and mark.
Then came the Transparent World.
Kibutsuji Muzan’s body became transparent in Ye Xiao’s eyes; the movement and contraction of his muscles, the functioning of his organs, and the flow of his blood all became clearly visible.
He wondered if it was an illusion.
Mr. Yoriichi appeared before his eyes, personally drawing dashed lines on Kibutsuji Muzan’s body with chalk, then telling Ye Xiao,
“Cut along the lines I’ve drawn.”
Looking at “Mr. Yoriichi” who had instantly completed the blazing blade, Transparent World, and mark, Kibutsuji Muzan gasped in a cold breath.
The blade from his memories hundreds of years ago perfectly merged with the scene before him at this moment, and what terrified him even more was that he couldn’t sense his aura!
He had sensed an aura before and thought it was weak.
Then he was almost instantly killed like a roadside nobody.
Now he couldn’t even sense an aura; was this guy even stronger?
At this moment, Kibutsuji Muzan’s pupils constricted in terror.
He couldn't move or self-destruct.
The fear etched into his very bones directly erupted.
Ye Xiao had completed all his enchantments at this moment, and seeing Kibutsuji Muzan still motionless, he decided to hold back some strength.
After all, he still needed to train his troops at Infinite Castle.
It was easy for Erica and Liliana, but the others still needed some training.
Under Kibutsuji Muzan’s terrified gaze, Ye Xiao’s first strike landed precisely on a black line, which was the spot Mr. Yoriichi had marked on Kibutsuji Muzan hundreds of years ago.
“Ah!!!!”
Kibutsuji Muzan cried out in pain, old wounds on top of new ones, a stack of agony.
Due to Kibutsuji Muzan’s screams.
Kamado Aoi from the inner room was drawn out.
As soon as she came out, she saw “Mr. Yoriichi” beating a dog, no, beating Kibutsuji Muzan.
“Mr. Yoriichi!?”
“Go back!”
“Opportunity!”
Kibutsuji Muzan directly extended his arm and reached for Kamado Aoi.
Kamado Aoi looked at the suit-clad man who had suddenly turned into a monster, stumbled backward, and fell to the ground, her face filled with disbelief.
But how could Ye Xiao let Kibutsuji Muzan have his way?
The next second, a flash of blade.
The sound of a blade slicing through flesh rang out.
Thud.
A chunk of minced flesh fell to the ground.
And Ye Xiao’s next words scared Kibutsuji Muzan so much that his instincts took over his body.
“Kibutsuji Muzan! After all this time! You are still like this!”
“So disregardful of life! So trampling on life! Muzan! What do you take life for?!!”
