"Ah, ah, and who might you be? How dare you interrupt my enjoyment?"
Though Douma still wore a smile, there was already some displeasure in his tone.
"Me? Why don't you come take a look for yourself?" Wind Sickle put on airs as well, sweeping his hair over the top of his head to reveal those crimson demon eyes.
Douma froze when he saw Wind Sickle's demon eyes clearly. In a shocked, suspicious tone, he demanded, "How can you be Upper Rank Two? Upper Rank Two is clearly me, Douma!"
Wind Sickle coolly tossed his head back and mocked arrogantly, "You couldn't even tell? I'm the former Upper Rank Two. I really don't know how Muzan, that idiot, took a liking to someone with your intelligence."
Though Douma did not understand what Wind Sickle meant by "idiot," judging from the situation, he was probably being mocked.
Veins bulged on Douma's forehead, and intense killing intent filled his rainbow-colored eyes as he tried to intimidate Wind Sickle.
Wind Sickle did not take Douma's killing intent seriously at all. He casually waved a hand. "Save it, little rookie. That tiny bit of strength isn't even worth looking at."
"You outdated old relic, shut up!" Douma was enraged. He pulled out an iron fan in each hand and rapidly swung them.
"Blood Demon Art: Scattering Lotus!"
The golden iron fans released a sky full of icy blades resembling flower petals as Douma moved his hands.
Wind Sickle raised an eyebrow disdainfully. This move might work against the Demon Slayer Corps, but against him, it was practically a joke!
With a casual wave of his hand, blood-red wind blades directly scattered the crystalline snowflakes Douma had released.
Douma sidestepped the wind blades, a trace of gravity flashing across his face. In that exchange, neither