Achieving the Strongest Demon Blade, Starting from Demon Slayer!

Lin Fan took the opportunity to keep charging forward.

Seeing this, Mukago could only continue controlling the remaining vines to hold him back.

As one side waned, the other waxed.

The severed vines were difficult to regenerate, while fruit shots alone could not stop Lin Fan's advance. Mukago could only watch as he drew closer and closer.

She felt fear once again, but with Muzan watching her, escape was impossible. She could only force herself to keep fighting.

Yet she could not stop herself from bursting into tears. "It's all your fault... Why won't you just die already... I don't want to die yet..."

Rokuro stepped forward as well and shouted.

"Enough! Calm down and kill him together!" Behind him, a several-meter-tall tree appeared, its thick trunk covered in several demon faces.

The roots that should have been buried underground had strangely pulled free, acting like legs to help the tree move.

"Wrap your remaining vines around my treant!"

With Rokuro's reminder, Mukago wiped away her tears and controlled her few remaining vines, along with her rooted main body, to coil around the treant.

The two actually merged together seamlessly.

Lin Fan was somewhat surprised by the sight.

But it was nothing serious.

Facing the enormous creature, Lin Fan's lips curled slightly as he spoke for the first time.

"Interesting."

The moment he finished speaking.

The treant rushed forward, its branches transforming into sharp spikes that shot toward him. At the same time, the vines wrapped around its body bloomed with buds and fired fruits.

It could attack when advancing and defend when retreating.

It was like a small mobile fortress!

But Lin Fan was completely fearless. With his blade in hand, he stepped forward and engaged it head-on.

Move after move.

Flames surged, scorching the heart!

The fire unleashed by his blade resembled a brilliant painting, burning every incoming vine and branch to ash!

"Why are you so strong... You're clearly not even a Hashira..." Rokuro's mentality was beginning to collapse.

It was not because Tanjiro was strong.

He was breaking down because the guy before him simply could not be killed!

This guy's regenerative ability was even more terrifying than that of demons, and his blade prevented them from regenerating. On top of that, his strength kept growing stronger.

It could be said that the advantages demons originally possessed.

Were displayed perfectly by this guy!

They felt despair from the depths of their hearts. What kind of monster were they facing?!

Muzan, who was watching the battle, had already gone cold inside.

If nothing unexpected happened, this ambush would fail again...

Outside.

Lin Fan slashed the treant again and again. Scorching flames swept across its trunk, leaving blade wounds and large patches of charred wood.

"Is ending this quickly still a little too difficult?"

Chapter 42: Consecutive Kills

Several shuriken suddenly flew in from his side. Lin Fan did not even turn to look at them, casually swinging his blade and cutting them apart.

"Do you only know how to hide in the shadows and launch sneak attacks?"

Lin Fan glanced to the side.

That single look sent chills through Wakuraba's entire body as he hid himself.

Not far away.

Zenitsu and Inosuke had also arrived, but they did not reveal themselves. Instead, they hid nearby and watched.

"Tanjiro's gotten way too strong, hasn't he? He's going to win, right? And why is his blade burning? Isn't he using Water Breathing?"

Zenitsu watched the battle from afar and whispered his guesses, afraid that speaking too loudly would draw the demons' attention.

Inosuke, on the other hand, stared fixedly at Tanjiro and said with a puzzled expression, "Something feels off about Tanjiro..."

"What feels off?"

Zenitsu asked in return.

Faced with the question, Inosuke gave a simple, blunt, and perfectly confident answer.

"I don't know!"

Lin Fan paid no attention to the two of them. Instead, several powerful presences appeared within his senses, each with its own distinct characteristics.

Most importantly, they were definitely not demons!

That meant they could only be Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Now that the Hashira had arrived, Lin Fan had no intention of dragging things out any longer. The negative emotions should have been squeezed dry by now.

It was time to reap the harvest!

However, with Tanjiro's current physical condition, he still could not fully unleash the power of the Dance of the Fire God. In that case, he could only use that move to end this quickly!

It was also a good chance to test its power.

With that thought, Lin Fan suddenly raised his left hand.

This left everyone present confused. What was he raising his left hand for?

But what happened next.

Shocked everyone!

Tanjiro gathered all his power into his left hand, where violent arcs of electricity erupted.

The lightning in his hand emitted a unique sound like the chirping of a thousand birds, leaving everyone present deeply shaken.

The three demons bore the brunt of it.

Rokuro, in particular, widened his eyes in shock.

"How is this possible... This isn't a Breathing Style or sword technique... How can a human control lightning..."

Yet no matter how unwilling they were to believe it, the truth stood right before them.

Mukago was trembling all over in terror. She turned to Rokuro beside her with a pleading look. "It'll be fine, right? We'll definitely be okay, right?"

All she received was Rokuro's silence.

After all, even he could not estimate the power of this move.

As for Wakuraba, he remained hidden in the shadows, but he too was trembling in fear.

The next moment.

The Chidori in Lin Fan's left hand shrieked as he aimed at the treant and violently swung his left arm downward.

"Chidori Sharp Spear!"

As his left arm swung down, a flash of lightning burst forth.

Like a spear, the lightning split the enormous treant in half from top to bottom amid deafening thunder!

The treant, divided into two halves, completely collapsed.

The gathered wood scattered, and the vines were annihilated along with it. Rokuro and Mukago suffered the corresponding backlash.

Both of them became incomparably weak.

Lin Fan's move directly shattered the three demons' will to resist. This was utterly overwhelming power!

It was not something they could possibly contend against.

Lin Fan gripped his blade and charged forward.

He quickly arrived before Rokuro, who stood at the front. Holding his blade with both hands, he made no unnecessary movements as he swung a flaming slash.

It instantly swept across Rokuro's neck, sending his head flying.

Before dying, Rokuro seemed relieved as he gave a bitter smile. "You really aren't human... Perhaps only a monster can defeat another monster..."

Naturally, he was referring to Muzan Kibutsuji.

Mukago beside him could no longer care about anything else. Faced with death, she had lost her mind. Dragging along her weakened body.

She turned and tried to run, but terror caused her to collapse to the ground. Trembling all over, she used her pale, tender hands to crawl away.

"No... Don't kill me... I'll change... Please..."

Lin Fan looked down at the crawling demon before him and listened to her pleas. In the past, he might have let her go.

But with Tanjiro's sensitive sense of smell, he could detect an overwhelmingly foul stench from her body.

That meant she had already eaten quite a few people.

In Tanjiro's words, that was.

"Even though you're pitiful, I can't forgive you for killing people. Probably..."

After saying that, he showed no mercy and slashed down.

He severed her neck directly, helping her end her suffering.

After doing all that.

Wakuraba suddenly appeared behind him. Leaping down from a tree, he held a sickle covered in dark green liquid.

"Blood Demon Art—Withering Scythe!"

The sickle chopped toward Lin Fan's head, carrying that dark green liquid with it.

Not far away.

Seeing this, Zenitsu hurriedly shouted a warning, "Tanjiro, watch your back! A sneak attack? I'll chop you into eight pieces!"

"Hey! Tanjiro, dodge!" Inosuke added from beside him, then drew his twin blades and ran out.

But Lin Fan had already been prepared. He quickly turned and thrust his blade upward.

"Dance of the Fire God—Sunlit Flower Thrust!"

The upward-thrusting blade blossomed with rings of flame around his body. One strike shattered and pierced through the sickle, impaling Wakuraba's body as well.

Wakuraba dodged in time, but his right arm was still pierced.

Lin Fan exerted force and cut it off with a single slash.

Wakuraba managed to escape. His figure flashed as he landed off to the side, clutching his severed arm in agony.

"You're not running away?"

Lin Fan slowly walked forward, asking with a wicked smile.

At those words, Wakuraba's expression looked as though he had eaten shit. If he could run, would he not have fled long ago?

Muzan Kibutsuji would never allow him to escape. If he dared run, that guy would probably kill him immediately!

Either way, he was dead.

You're all making things fucking difficult for me, aren't you?!

I'm really fucked!

Wakuraba was truly on the verge of collapse. His tiny eyes glared furiously as he pulled out several shuriken and roared.

"If you're going to kill me, then kill me! Why the hell are you talking so much?!"