Report! Someone Is Selling Out Their Teammate!

"How scary, how scary, I won't bother you anymore."

As he spoke, he turned and began to climb down the corridor.

If he had known he would encounter this configuration, he would have preferred to have Gyokko complete the task.

Wouldn't it be much better to go to the foot of Hot Spring Mountain and kill a few blacksmiths yourself than to face an attack from a group of people?

Seeing the demon trying to leave, Tokito Muichiro was the first to react, immediately drew his Nichirin Blade.

The opponent's method of concealing their presence was so ingenious that it was definitely among the best of all the ghosts I had ever encountered.

Not to mention Tanjiro beside him, even he himself couldn't tell that the other party was a demon before he saw it.

Although Muiichiro couldn't confirm the numbers on the screen because his eyes were rolled back, he still couldn't determine if the other person was one of the Twelve Kizuki.

But his body's instincts told him that the other party was definitely an Upper Rank Demon!

Following Muiichiro, Uichirou and Mitsuri also drew their weapons.

Following closely behind were Tanjiro and Nezuko.

In just a moment, everyone in the room was in battle mode.

"Mist Breathing * Fourth Form *Horizontal Flow Slash"

Taking a deep breath, Muiichiro's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

A white mist appeared from where he had been standing and then drifted toward Hantengu.

At the same time, a flash of light also appeared, slashing towards the head of the Hantengu.

"Eeya!"

Faced with Muiichiro's attack, Hantengu let out a shriek and then leaped into the air.

He clung tightly to the ceiling, lying face down.

Despite a bloody gash on his forehead, his head remained firmly attached to his neck.

"Don't bully me, it hurts so much~"

Seeing his attack miss, Muiichiro couldn't help but sigh.

"Such speed, no wonder he's the Upper Rank, I couldn't take him down."

After Muiichiro's attack missed, Uichirou followed closely behind.

However, unlike his brother, he uses the Second Form.

"Eightfold Mist!"

He swung his Nichirin Blade repeatedly, unleashing a series of slashes that flew toward the still wailing Hantengu.

"Don't do that, I'm the weak one."

Covering his face with his hands, tears were already streaming down Hantengu's face.

He said that, but his actions told a different story.

With a leap, he dodged Uichirou's series of slashes.

The attack missed, and several cracks from the slashes immediately appeared on the ceiling.

"How terrifying, how terrifying."

Patting his chest, Hantengu still showed a trace of lingering fear on his face.

Seeing the demon appear directly above him, Tanjiro launched his own attack.

"Dance of the Fire God * Radiant Flower Thrust!"

After meeting Haganezuka Hotaru, he obtained a newly forged Nichirin Blade from her as a temporary measure.

Now, having regained his energy and prepared himself, he is at his peak!

He raised his Nichirin Blade high and stabbed it fiercely at the Hantengu was perched on the ceiling.

Rings of flame swirled around the blade, dazzling in their beauty, but even more so in their intense heat.

Although Tanjiro's strength is inferior to that of the Tokito Brothers, his attacks are surprisingly effective.

Faced with this attack, Hantengu seemed to have no time to dodge and was stabbed in the palm.

"Ughhhhh!"

After letting out a wail, he fell to the ground.

Along the way, Nezuko even brandished her Nichirin Blade, leaving several wounds on his body.

"You hit it so easily?"

Seeing this, Tanjiro couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"The speed of this burst is completely different from before. Was it due to carelessness or something else?"

After being attacked twice in a row, Hantengu clutched his palm and rolled on the ground incessantly.

With a flash of light, the head of the Hantengu was severed by Mitsuri.

"Ouch! Ouch! I got slashed!"

Upon seeing this, Tanjiro's initial confusion vanished, replaced by delight.

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

The decapitated Hantengu was not dead; instead, it revealed a mysterious smile.

Immediately afterwards, large sections of bone and flesh began to grow rapidly, starting from his neck.

A ray of light covered his head, causing it to change.

At the same time, the headless body rapidly grew, forming a new head.

In less than three seconds, the decapitated Hantengu turned into two completely different ghosts.

Through splitting, one of them grew a head, while the other grew a body.

While Tanjiro and his companions were tense because of their encounter with Hantengu, the Scribe seemed quite relaxed.

"I wonder how much this teapot can sell for."

As my hand drew closer to the teapot, suddenly, the teapot moved.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of black water gushed out of the pot and grabbed the Scribe's wrist.

A tremendous force came and tried to pull the Scribe into the pot.

However, no matter how hard Gyokko, Scribe's body did not tilt in the slightest.

He picked up the pot as if he were completely unaffected and examined it carefully.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the workmanship is not bad, but the aesthetic sense is a bit lacking."

After a moment of sighing, the Scribe said calmly.

"Therefore, my assessment is that it is worthless."

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing the Scribe say that his pot was worthless, Gyokko became furious.

As the pot shook violently, the Gyokko emerged from it.

"Kid, you'll pay for what you said!"

With a cold laugh, Gyokko wanted to devour this ungrateful fellow in front of her.

However, when he saw what the other person looked like, he froze on the spot.

"Scribe?!"

Chapter 468 Report: Someone betrayed their teammates!

Ordinary ghosts might not know the Scribe's name, let alone what he looks like.

However, as one of the Twelve Kizuki, Gyokko was extremely familiar with the appearance of the Scribe.

At that moment, he looked as if he had swallowed a ton of defense material, and his expression was extremely unpleasant.

No one could have imagined, no matter how hard they tried, that the Scribe would actually appear here.

"What the hell did I come here? I should have switched places with Hantengu."

Her mind was screaming; Gyokko was already planning her escape.

Just kidding, if any ghost knew what the Scribe had done, no ghost would want to fight him.

"Oh, isn't this Gyokko?"

Looking at the Gyokko emerging from the pot, Scribe smiled and patted his face.

"What's wrong? You look a little anxious."

"Well, I still have some fish left at home, so I won't stay here any longer."

As she spoke, Gyokko quickly released Scribe's wrist and shrank her entire body into the pot.

"Don't go! Stay and play for a bit."

He was smiling, but the Scribe's hand had already reached for the Nichirin Blade at his waist.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of light, and the pot in his hand was cut in two.

At the same time, Gyokko's screams came from somewhere.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Gyokko peeked out from the grass not far away once more.

However, there was still blood splattered on his face.

The little hand on its head also disappeared.

Clearly, Gyokko paid a considerable price to dodge Scribe's attack.

"Ugh, I'm so ugly!"

Looking down, Gyokko saw his reflection in the pot and couldn't help but shout.

"Unforgivable, unforgivable!"

At that moment, another slash came flying in, cutting the pot in two again.

Gyokko's figure emerged from the tree, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Just now, because of the pain, he had completely forgotten that the person in front of him was Scribe.

"What, aren't you going to keep shouting?"

Looking up at the Gyokko, Scribe sneered.

"If you don't like it, how about I chop your head off for you?"

Although he said that, the Scribe was somewhat troubled.

The Gyokko moved incredibly fast using its power; although I was able to strike it, the injury wasn't fatal.

If it were Hantengu, I would have chopped it into countless pieces long ago.

"Stay there and don't move. Just wait to die."

"Grip the Nichirin Blade tightly," the Scribe said.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, it won't hurt much."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

When they reappeared, they were already in front of the Gyokko.

'Blood Demon Art * Muscle Goldfish!'

Faced with the Scribe's attack, Gyokko shouted and then darted into the pot.

The goldfish pattern engraved on the surface of the pot suddenly lit up, and then a huge arm stretched out from the pot.