Muzan Took 1,500 Blades and a Slap

"Tsugikuni Yoriichi, don't get carried away! Since you cherish your family so much, I'll send you to hell to reunite with them!" Muzan forced himself to pull himself together and roared viciously at Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi looked at the defiant Muzan before him, the killing intent in his eyes growing even denser. He murmured, "Words are useless. A scourge like you should be eliminated as soon as possible!"

Although Muzan put on a very tough front, an indelible psychological scar had already formed deep within his heart. As the Demon King, this was the first time he had ever been driven into such a state.

The power he had always taken pride in was nothing before Tsugikuni Yoriichi, still so fragile and insignificant.

Seeing Yoriichi's Sunwheel Blade about to sever his head, Muzan instantly made up his mind. He abruptly split his body into 1,800 chunks of flesh and fled in all directions.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi reacted with extraordinary speed. Upon noticing Muzan's move, he rapidly swung his Sunwheel Blade, several flaming slashes circling around him and annihilating more than half the chunks of flesh.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi unleashed a full 1,500 strikes in that brief instant. Even so, he still failed to cut down every last piece of Muzan's flesh.

Three hundred chunks of flesh scattered in every direction, and naturally, some flew toward Rota and Tamayo.

Rota slowly sighed and teased, "Muzan, Muzan, I truly don't know where you got the courage to try breaking through in my direction."

A flash of golden light appeared, directly destroying nearly fifty chunks of Muzan's flesh. Rota slowly lowered his right hand, wrapped in streams of golden light, and watched the fleeing chunks with interest.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi immediately gave chase. He did not want to let Muzan go. If Muzan escaped now,