Twelve Kizuki, Seeking Guidance from the Old Heavenly Master!

Rota sighed helplessly. He had long sensed Muzan's presence through qi perception. Since the other party insisted on keeping up the act, he saw no need to expose him.

"Fine, fine. Whether that coward comes or not won't affect the outcome of this battle."

The Evil Spirits misunderstood what he meant, all assuming that Rota had accepted his fate. After all, facing a lineup as formidable as the Twelve Kizuki, defeat was the most natural outcome. If he actually won, that would be damned abnormal!

"I didn't expect a human like you to have some self-awareness. Don't worry, I'll treat you gently later. Your body may be old and skinny, but I won't mind," an Evil Spirit with the words Lower Rank Three inscribed in his pupils said with a snicker.

Unlike the other demons' disdain, Kokushibo had never underestimated the old man before him. This was someone capable of rivaling Yoriichi. He absolutely could not be careless.

Kokushibo felt it necessary to say something about his teammate's foolish remarks. "Do not underestimate the Old Heavenly Master. He is stronger than you!"

"You think this half-dead old man is stronger than me? You've got to be joking, Kokushibo!" Lower Rank Three continued sneering at Rota. He did not have the nerve to mock Kokushibo.

Kokushibo had always been the type to act ruthlessly and speak little. If someone refused to heed his warning, whatever happened to them was none of his concern. Besides, he was merely a Lower Rank. Muzan could create several more whenever he wished.

Kokushibo's words had not been directed at Lower Rank Three alone. They applied equally to the rest of the Twelve Kizuki. As for whether they listened, that had nothing to do with Kokushibo.

"Kokushibo, I'm not as timid as you. He's just an