The Demon King "Was Saved"

Gyutaro seemed to understand why these matters were kept from them. Hearing the two's conversation, he couldn't help but relax.

"Alright, these two little ones are yours."

Muzan said this, then turned and left directly.

Once Muzan's figure disappeared from their sight, he flashed to Douma's side.

He wanted to do something interesting with Douma.

Since he couldn't teleport, Douma was thrown by Muzan to some unknown location and could only rely on his own two feet.

But unexpectedly, Douma arrived near a "honey trap gang."

It turns out this kind of thing has existed since ancient times.

When several delicate young girls appeared before Douma, he smiled.

But thinking of Lord Muzan's request, Douma's smile became a fake one.

However, when a group of burly men jumped out and the young girls revealed their true faces, Douma laughed from the bottom of his heart.

It was time to eat!

When Muzan arrived beside Douma, he saw him happily eating.

Douma noticed the sound of footsteps and looked up to see Lord Muzan looking down at him.

He held a head in his arms, swallowed the meat in his mouth, grabbed a leg, and sat on top of a male corpse with a look of terror and upturned pupils, laughing heartily, and said:

"Lord Muzan, would you like some?"

Don't overthink it, he was happy purely because he encountered "a girl he liked."

But Muzan was not happy.

Douma acted without restraint, and the result was simple: the Demon Slayer Corps was attracted.

When Douma slaughtered those people, the screams didn't just startle ordinary people.

Perhaps it was the so-called power of plot, or perhaps it was something else. Even though the Demon Slayer Corps was forced by circumstances and entered a decline, their tenacity was strong, and the number of Hashira-level experts had not decreased.

Seeing a group of four demon hunters running over with Nichirin Blades, Muzan had an idea.

He took a deep breath, put on a look of terror, and under Douma's disbelieving gaze, he seemed to shout with all his might, as if he had seen a savior:

"Help meeeeeee!!!"

The sound echoed through the night sky, and Douma was stunned.

The demon hunters also noticed the weak and helpless "survivor" and, for a moment, rushed over with all their might, drew their swords, and without a word, began to slash at Douma.

The four divided their tasks clearly: three of them blocked Douma, subtly positioning themselves between Douma and the "terrified survivor."

Under the siege of two Hashira and one Tsuguko, Douma, who had just become an Upper Rank, was somewhat flustered at first due to the shock.

What the hell are you doing, Lord Muzan!

But a warning from his inner Demon King prevented him from saying more, and he could only focus on dealing with these three.

Muzan, looking like he had been saved, glanced back at the hellish pile of corpses with lingering fear, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Looking at the demon hunter grabbing his wrist to pull him away, his eyes were filled with tears stimulated by "complex emotions," and he said gratefully:

"Thank you, can they defeat that demon?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but turn back to look at the few fighting.

The demon hunter looked confident:

"Don't worry! They are Hashira! They will definitely defeat the demon!"

Douma watched the dignified Demon King being "rescued" by a demon hunter, and he was truly impressed.

Emotions that didn't exist were stimulated!

He had always thought Lord Demon King was a gentle and principled person, and he had always been like that in front of him, but today he finally understood.

The real show-off was Muzan Kibutsuji!

What was he, Douma, compared to that?!

As the Nichirin Blades swung towards him, Douma waved his hand and conjured an ice blade, clashing with the blade, and the sound of metal ringing echoed.

It was only Douma's first battle, and he quickly adapted.

He went from being flustered to being at ease, gradually starting to play around.

He put on his fake smiling face again.

This made the three dealing with him extremely displeased.

Are you underestimating us, two Hashira and a Tsuguko, by acting like this?!

Douma grinned and waved his fan.

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Blood Demon Art: Crystallized Child.

A delicate ice figure stood on his fan, wearing the same infuriatingly smug smile as him, holding a small fan, and gently landed on the ground.

"Let him play with you all."

Douma slowly stepped back, watching as one of his ice figures blocked them.

But Douma alone was clearly not enough at this moment.

Even though both Hashira lacked Scarlet Traces, Transparent World, or Demon Slayer Mark, they were still Hashira!

Muzan was simultaneously observing the battlefield through Douma's vision. Seeing that Douma had adapted to the rhythm and had even become complacent, he said to the Demon Slayer who was pulling him along:

"You go back and help them. That demon seems very strong."

The Demon Slayer saw that he had already escaped far enough, nodded, and hurried back the way he came to the battlefield.

Douma was watching the three Demon Slayers fight desperately, feeling quite relaxed.

Suddenly, a chill wind flashed behind him.

Douma froze, and the next moment—

From behind him, a Nichirin Blade fiercely slashed at his neck. However, due to Douma's extreme resilience, it only cut through a layer of skin before getting stuck in the flesh, unable to advance further.

But this still startled him, and his smiling expression turned slightly displeased.

Swish—

He closed the iron fan in his hand and swung it backward violently.

The returning Demon Slayer was sent flying backward by the immense force, crashing hard into the rocks, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But the next moment, Douma froze.

His Crystallized Child had been destroyed!

Two Nichirin Blades attacked from his left and right.

Crack!

The two Nichirin Blades simultaneously struck his neck, but they couldn't cut through at all.

"Sneaking up on someone isn't nice~"

Douma smiled, opened his fan, and waved it with one hand—

Blood Demon Art: Scattered Lotus!

Ice flowers rained down, and the two quickly retreated.

"Tch! Why won't it cut?!"

One of them cursed angrily.

Immediately after, a long sword fiercely pierced Douma's abdomen from the front.

Douma looked down with a smile at the Nichirin Blade embedded in his abdomen.

"This is quite good~"

Shing—

The Nichirin Blade was pulled out, and the wound in his abdomen instantly healed.

"I've had enough fun."

Although Douma hadn't sustained any substantial damage, this was his first fight, and he had indeed been startled by the Demon Slayers' repeated unexpected moves.

He didn't want to play anymore!

Blood Demon Art: Vine Lotus

Several ice vines emerged from thin air. The Demon Slayers hurriedly swung their Nichirin Blades, blocking the incoming ice vines.

But demons are not gentlemen.

Douma menacingly looked at the Tsuguko who had lost his combat ability and was lying by the rocks. He half-covered his face with his golden iron fan and said with a smile, "Are you going to abandon him?"

"Tch!"

One of the Hashira clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Cover me!"

He cut through an ice vine and, using the time his companion bought him, desperately moved closer to the Tsuguko.

However, the three who were blocking the ice vines had already used all their strength. Trying to save someone inevitably meant enduring greater pressure.

The ice vines were covered with countless ice blades. The ice vines that were not dodged mercilessly scraped across his skin, leaving bloody wounds all over his arms, shoulders, and legs.

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