Muzan Got Cocky, Thinking He Had It Made

"So, you've already killed Tsugikuni Yoriichi and the other two elderly Hashira? Well done!"

Inside the Infinite Castle, Muzan was full of praise for Kokushibo's performance. With Tsugikuni Yoriichi dealt with, it was as though one of the two great burdens weighing on Muzan's heart had been lifted.

"There's nothing worth praising. They were just three old men. There was no difficulty at all," Kokushibo replied to Muzan's praise with a rather haughty air.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Rengoku Kyojuro aside, he had never expected Tsugikuni Yoriichi to still be capable of unleashing such terrifying slashes. He had nearly lost his life because of them.

Yoriichi was already eighty years old, yet his strength had not diminished in the slightest. That truly made Kokushibo feel extremely irritated.

But no matter how powerful he had been, he had now been killed by Kokushibo. In this world, aside from that old man and Muzan, there was no one left whom he could not defeat.

At the mention of that old man who had filled him with dread, Kokushibo could not help but shudder. The fear Rota had instilled in him was clearly deeply engraved in his mind.

"Kokushibo, Tsugikuni Yoriichi is dead. The only one in this world who still poses a threat to us is that Old Heavenly Master." Muzan abruptly changed the subject, revealing a smug and sinister grin. "In the end, that old fossil was only an ordinary human. Sixty years have passed now. He must have already turned to dust."

Although Kokushibo did not immediately agree with Muzan, his thoughts were actually not much different. The Old Heavenly Master had already been quite old sixty years ago. No human, no matter how long-lived, could possibly survive for so long.

"That man may truly have passed away..." Kokushibo slowly pondered,