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Kei Yunqing quietly watched Muzan, saying nothing as Jian Ji Gu took effect.
Is this the power of a demon?
Kei Yunqing clenched his fist, feeling a slight increase in strength and a boost in his self-healing abilities, along with a newfound thirst for human flesh.
And there’s Blood Demon Art?
He could grow whip-like appendages from his body. Lastly, there was the ability to create demons from blood.
Kei Yunqing sensed the essence of the Demon King within him. Aside from the fear of sunlight and the need to consume humans, his other abilities seemed quite manageable. However, regarding the fear of sunlight and the need to eat humans, Kei Yunqing attempted to reach into the source of his Demon King powers within himself.
He carefully analyzed and extracted two transparent energy orbs. After feeling them, he relaxed slightly; they seemed to be his only weaknesses.
Kibutsuji Muzan watched as the man before him suddenly radiated a Demonic Aura and then unexpectedly reached into his own body. Although he couldn't sense how powerful this was, encountering such uncertainty made Kibutsuji Muzan flee immediately.
Kei Yunqing toyed with the two glowing orbs in his hands before throwing them toward Kibutsuji Muzan.
Even though Muzan had already run away, the two orbs still struck him directly.
Muzan felt something hit his back and enter his body. He touched his back but felt nothing unusual; however, his thirst for humans suddenly intensified.
Glancing back at the man who remained in place and then at the small town below the mountain, Muzan decided to seek prey in a more distant town.
Is this what a cowardly boss is like? Running away from the unknown? But why did he run away instead of facing it? What about Nakime?
Kei Yunqing watched the fleeing cowardly boss Muzan without pursuing him.
Sera looked at the rapidly fleeing Muzan with curiosity. “Master, was that person just now trying to kill that family?”
“Yes, that’s him—the Demon King Kibutsuji Muzan, the source of demons in this world.”
“Ah? He’s the Demon King? Why did he run away when he saw us?”
Hearing Sera's question, Kei Yunqing chuckled softly. “Kibutsuji Muzan is quite afraid of death, so whenever he encounters unknown dangers, he typically just runs away.”
“Why does he run? Isn’t he powerful as a Demon King?”
In this world, no one is more formidable than Kagaya Ubuyashiki.
Sera glanced toward the cemetery after hearing Kei Yunqing's words. Kagaya Ubuyashiki? Isn't that the Demon King, the strongest of them all? Then why is he running away? Perhaps he has grown accustomed to survival and flees at the sight of unknown dangers?
Kei Yunqing pondered for a moment but decided not to dwell on it. Time to head back; tomorrow he would explore this world.
At that moment, Kibutsuji Muzan was still sprinting, his face twisted in a grimace, his mind consumed with thoughts of devouring humans and a deep-seated fear of Kei Yunqing. As the strongest creature in this world, Muzan did not flee from the unknown. It was just that Kei Yunqing's appearance had been so sudden and peculiar, materializing right beside him before he even realized it.
Now, as Muzan reflected on it, he felt a chill run down his spine. What terrified him even more was that man throwing something at him—whatever it was had only intensified his hunger for humans.
Damn it! Who is that person? What kind of strange movement was that?
Cursing under his breath, Muzan dashed toward the nearest town. Upon entering, he saw the townsfolk and saliva pooled in his mouth as he seized the nearest person and began to feast.
Ah! A monster! Run!
In just a few moments, Muzan devoured one person and unleashed his Black Blood Thorn upon the entire town. Soon enough, Black Blood Thorn returned with more humans for him to consume.
Muzan sat there indulging in his feast.
Hmm?
He sensed that several of his Black Blood Thorns had been struck a few times but felt no significant impact. This sensation—could it be the Demon Slayer Corps? In terms of strength, they likely weren't at the Hashira level.
Realizing they weren't Hashira-level Demon Slayers, Muzan showed no reaction and continued to eat.
Before nightfall, Muzan left the now desolate town. Shortly after his departure, several Wandering Crows flew over the town, observing what had become a dead city before heading straight for the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Before long, Tengen Uzui, the Water Hashira on patrol nearby, arrived with an expressionless face to survey the scene.
The town was deserted, and inside an inn, Tengen Uzui discovered several Nichirin Blades. He picked one up and examined it; the quality was subpar, and it was likely of low rank.
As he made his way to the center of the town, he was met with a gruesome sight—blood pooled everywhere and torn clothing scattered about. It seemed that a particularly powerful demon had been here, its Blood Demon Art having a wide range. The victims had been dragged from their rooms and devoured right in this spot.
A flicker of hatred and disgust crossed Tengen Uzui's eyes. After observing the scene for a moment longer, he found a suitable place to write a report. He summoned his Wandering Crows to carry the report back to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.
Watching the Wandering Crows depart, Tengen Uzui then sprinted towards a nearby town. By this time, dawn had broken.
“Thank you, sir! I’m heading home now!” Tanjirou waved goodbye to the kind man who had taken him in for the night as he made his way up the mountain.
As he neared home, Tanjirou pinched his nose. A putrid stench filled the air—something must have died nearby. How awful!
“I’m back, everyone!” he called out as he approached his home.
Perched on a tree, Kei Yunqing watched Tanjirou dash excitedly toward home before glancing down at Tengen Uzui, who was still observing the town below. Not thinking too much about it, Kei reached out to catch the sunlight streaming down, feeling its warmth.
“Good morning, Muzan! Come out and enjoy the sun!” Kei smiled before instantly teleporting back home, careful not to wake Sera and Lilu Lu, who were still asleep. He settled onto the sofa with a cup of tea.
Meanwhile, Muzan sat in a tavern room dressed in an elegant suit. He glared at the sunlight that streamed through the window and felt an intense loathing. Even though he wasn’t directly exposed to it, his skin burned painfully!
“Damn that unknown man! I will kill you!” Muzan roared in frustration.
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