Muzan's behavior once again sank below what Chiba Yo had thought was rock bottom. Even Kaigaku had not begged him for mercy like this.
Chiba Yo had nothing to say to Muzan. All he wanted was to make this bastard disappear. Before Muzan could finish speaking, Chiba Yo raised his Nichirin Blade.
Sun Breathing, Twelfth Form: Dusk Glow
A muted crimson spread over the Nichirin Blade, and a dense barrage of slashes, like the glow of sunset, descended upon Muzan.
The slashes were somewhat chaotic, but exceptionally dense. After all, they had to account for Muzan's tremendous vitality.
Chiba Yo had developed this move specifically for Muzan. Ever since their last encounter, when the bastard had blown himself apart to escape, he had been developing wide-area sword techniques that could annihilate Muzan even if he broke himself into fragments.
Tanjiro and the others arrived just then, in time to see Chiba Yo's attack engulf Muzan again after he had already been cut into countless pieces.
This was Muzan, the progenitor of demons?
Gyomei, Sanemi, and Genya, who had never seen Muzan before, were bewildered by the sight before them. Even Tanjiro had his doubts.
As the strongest of all demons, he had turned and fled the moment he appeared. Once caught, he had seemingly offered little resistance before being all but minced. Nothing about him felt like a Demon King.
This time, Muzan could not even scream. His strength had already been greatly weakened by his struggle against the medicine inside him, and his opponent just happened to be a monster.
Damn it... I only needed to endure another hundred years... Why did it turn out like this...
When the last cell in his body was consumed by the flames, Muzan's consciousness gradually faded as well. Even at the moment