Muzan Doesn't Deserve Any Prestige

Dozens of enormous purple moon blades were unleashed by Kokushibo in an instant. The crisscrossing blades filled Kamado Tanjiro's entire field of vision, sealing off every route of escape.

"Such a terrifying sword technique truly lives up to its reputation. As expected of Muzan's capable right-hand man!"

Kamado Tanjiro used his Blood Demon Art to cover himself in a crimson storm barrier. Faced with Kokushibo's powerful slashes, he had no confidence in blocking them and could only try to reduce the damage they inflicted this way.

Only when the moon blades struck Kamado Tanjiro did he truly realize how naïve he had been. He had thought his blood-wind shield could weaken Kokushibo's slashes, but that was not the case.

The blood-wind shield Kamado Tanjiro had been so proud of was pierced through by the moon blades in an instant, and a vivid red gash was carved across his chest.

Kokushibo's slashes did not stop there. Aside from the wound on Kamado Tanjiro's chest, dense moon-blade strikes had also left several deep wounds across his limbs.

The most dangerous wound was the slash across Kamado Tanjiro's neck. If he had not adjusted his posture in time, his head might have been cut clean off.

He would not die, but recovery still took time. During that time, Kokushibo certainly would not let him off easily.

As the moon blades faded, the ground around them had been devastated beyond recognition. Seeing Kamado Tanjiro gasping for breath, a hint of admiration appeared in Kokushibo's eyes.

"I originally thought this move would be enough to finish you. It seems I underestimated you..."

Kamado Tanjiro hurried to recover from his injuries. He had to hold Kokushibo back for as long as possible to buy Hakuji time. If Kokushibo went inside and disrupted things, Hakuji would definitely