"Have you forgotten the task Kamihito Ichi gave you, you brat!"
"I don't know anyone named Kamihito Ichi."
The man paused frequently while speaking; it was unclear whether this was innate or if there was another reason.
A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of fighting spirit.
"You're quite good; you can serve as my appetizer to warm me up."
"What?!"
As the head repair was completed, the Leopard Demon's eyes widened like copper bells.
"Are you out of your mind? You're completely disregarding the orders of those adults!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw another fist land on his face.
"Blood Demon Art: Sting!"
In the critical moment, Leopard Demon activated his ability.
The golden fur stood on end instantly, as sharp as steel, reflecting a cold glint.
After doing all this, the claws shot out from the Leopard Demon's nails.
"Go to hell!"
Having his head smashed by a stranger in front of him, the already short-tempered Leopard Demon had reached his breaking point.
Moreover, the ghost in front of him seemed to have lost his mind, spouting nothing but "battle" and "strongman".
When did ghosts become so bizarre?
Shouldn't it all be killing, cannibalism, and occasionally eliminating those pitifully weak demon Demon Slayer?
What's with this martial arts-like spirit? It's like they're acting all righteous.
With eyes full of disdain, the Leopard Demon swung its claws and slapped at the fist.
In his view, it was just an ordinary mortal body.
Even if it can be restored, it will take time.
"I'm going to teach him a lesson and humiliate him to death!"
His heart was screaming, and his mouth was already stretched into a ferocious smile.
The next second, the claws and fists collided.
The Leopard Demon's prized claws didn't even last a second before being cleaved in two.
"What?!"
His pupils swayed slightly from shock, and the smile on Leopard Demon froze instantly.
He was very confident in his claws, but he never expected them to be so "unreliable".
"Wait a minute, with this kind of strength, isn't it at the Upper Rank level?!"
At that moment, Leopard Demon finally understood something.
No wonder the guy in front of me is so unfamiliar; mentioning Kamihito Ichi before didn't work.
It turns out he wasn't with them at all; he was from a completely different force!
An unknown demon with Upper Rank strength?!
The moment that thought crossed his mind, the Leopard Demon's head was smashed again.
This time, his so-called "spiky hair" failed to protect him either.
The opponent's fist shattered everything in front of them with lightning speed.
He did not stop attacking after the first blow.
He unleashed another torrent of punches at the remaining body of the Leopard Demon.
"Click click click click"
In the blink of an eye, the Leopard Demon's body was smashed to pieces.
He collapsed on the spot like a lump of mud.
Even a demon would need a considerable amount of time to recover from such an injury.
The man only stopped after confirming that the Leopard Demon had completely lost its ability to resist.
"So weak, next one."
He muttered something to himself, then turned and walked in another direction.
"Did he mention something about 'Shangyunyi' before?"
At the foot of the hot spring mountain, an exquisite teapot stands in the center of the road.
A squirrel, somewhat curious, ran over, leaped, and grabbed the edge of the pot with its paws.
Just as it peered inside, trying to find out what was in the pot, an accident occurred.
Suddenly, a cloud of black water flew out of the pot and enveloped the squirrel.
Before it could react, the little squirrel let out a scream and was then caught and put into the pot.
After a faint chewing sound, another gush of black water sprayed out of the pot.
Only half a squirrel remained, and it flew out; but there were many more small animal carcasses scattered throughout the forest.
"How boring. Didn't they say the swordsmiths would soak in the hot springs on this mountain? Why is there no one here?"
The Gyokko slowly crawled out of the pot and said with dissatisfaction.
"At this rate, how am I supposed to destroy this place? How am I supposed to gain Lord Muzan's approval?!"
Several small hands waved angrily, and Gyokko's eyes kept turning, searching for its target.
At that moment, he suddenly heard a sound.
"Someone's coming."
With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the carcasses of squirrels and other small animals aside.
With a joyful smile, the Gyokko pot swayed and disappeared back into the pot.
A short while later, a man appeared at the corner.
Soon, he spotted the pot standing in the middle of the road.
"Oh, how come there's such an exquisite pot here?"
With a meaningful smile on his face, the man slowly approached and said.
"I hope there aren't any man-eating demons in here."
"I'd be really scared if it actually happened."
As he spoke, the Scribe bent down and reached out his hand toward the pot.
In the village, Nezuko and Kanroji Mitsuri are talking about girls.
Genya Shinazugawa, who dislikes being in groups, was not in his room.
After eating his fill, Tanjiro felt sleepy and leaned against the corner of the wall to doze off.
Suddenly, he felt that he was having some difficulty breathing.
"What is that?"
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Tokito Muichiro standing in front of him.
Do you know a swordsmith named Tetsuana Mori?
"Wow, Tokito-kun!"
His mind cleared instantly, Tanjiro leaped up from the tatami mat, saying in surprise.
"You just pinched my nose? Is something wrong?"
"I pinched it, but you're so slow to react. And I told you, do you know Tetsuana Mori?"
Nodding, Muiichiro said calmly.
So, do you know him?
Standing next to Muiichiro, Uichirou shrugged.
"You sleep like a pig, you wouldn't even notice if we were hostile."
"No, I'll be able to sense if they're hostile."
With a wave of his hand, Tanjiro answered the question seriously.
He then added that Mr. Tetsuana Mori should be with Mr. Haganezuka.
Where is that Haganezuka?
"Um, well, I said I couldn't go see it..."
Tanjiro's lips twitched, and he was about to explain.
But just then, they suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Has someone arrived?
Somewhat puzzled, Tanjiro couldn't understand who would visit at this time.
Logically speaking, the other swordsmiths should still be eating or already resting.
"Please come in."
Out of courtesy, Tanjiro responded.
As the door opened, an elderly man with a hunched back crawled slowly inside, lying on the ground.
This demon is none other than the Upper Rank Four, Hantengu, one of the Twelve Kizuki.
However, when he noticed the people in the room, he suddenly stopped.
Although he didn't recognize these little guys, he was able to judge their strength based on his ghostly intuition and years of survival experience.
The two brothers who looked very alike were both "Pillar" level, and not far away, the girl with pink and green hair was also a "Pillar" level.
The boy with earrings on his ears may not be as striking as "Pillar," but he gives off a very similar vibe.
Even the weakest girl in the room was somewhat troublesome for Hantengu.
At that moment, he sensed something was wrong.
"Damn it, this is a high-level game!"
Chapter 467 Gyokko: The Trap, We're Doomed
Just minutes earlier, he was lying on top of a house.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we have to get going!"
His body was trembling incessantly, and Hantengu could barely speak.
"We can't tolerate that lord's anger any longer; we must kill them all as soon as possible."
After sensing the surroundings briefly, he chose the room closest to him.
"Let's sneak into each room one by one and kill them all."
As he crawled, he kept muttering, "How scary, how scary."
Finally, he arrived at the room he had chosen.
After knocking on the door and hearing a "Come in," Hantengu pushed the door open and climbed inside.
Then, we saw Tanjiro and the others.
"..."
After a brief moment of paralysis, the Hantengu started moving again.