Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form: Heaven-Filling Slender Moon

Of course, Kokushibo was not the only one dumbfounded. Muzan was equally stunned. He had never imagined that the former Upper Rank Two was still alive—and living a damn carefree life at that.

Muzan felt as though he had bitten into a lump of shit while eating chocolate. He had thought Upper Rank Two was dead, yet who would have expected him to betray him just like Tamayo had? Fine. His great revenge had yet to be taken, and now he had put on another mask of pain himself.

Well done! Double the misery!

"Oh, isn't this Lord Muzan? Why does your complexion look so awful? Have you been malnourished lately?" Kamado Tanjiro openly mocked Muzan as he looked at his utterly ghastly face.

The more Muzan suffered setbacks, the happier he was. Heh, just messing with him. What could Muzan possibly do about it?

"Blood Mist Wind, you betrayed me too. Surely you know the consequences of angering me?" Muzan's scarlet eyes fixed tightly upon Kamado Tanjiro. The dense blood vessels in his pupils looked especially terrifying.

Kamado Tanjiro shrugged, completely unfazed by Muzan's horrifying expression as though he wanted to devour someone alive. "You make it sound like you have some way to deal with me..."

"Don't forget, Muzan! The Celestial Master Mansion is right next to Sakuragi Town."

Muzan's body involuntarily trembled. The sheer terror Rota had instilled in him was that powerful. Merely mentioning the Celestial Master Mansion was enough to make Muzan anxious.

"Muzan, I know what you came here for, but I won't let you pass so easily."

Kokushibo stared at Blood Mist Wind, tangible killing intent appearing in all three pairs of his demon eyes. He sneered coldly, "You overestimate yourself! Lord Muzan, leave this man to me. Go deal with Tamayo."

"Fine.