Under Muzan's terrified gaze, Ye Chen and his three clones held their Light Bowguns and sent streams of muzzle flashes blazing toward the densely packed demons below.
In the dark of night, as those bright flashes flickered, the immobilized demons toppled one after another like dominoes.
"You... what are you doing?" Muzan stared wide-eyed, utterly unable to understand Ye Chen's actions.
What the hell was this guy doing? Didn't he want to rule over all demons? Why was he slaughtering them like this?
If he just wanted to wipe out the demons, couldn't he simply kill me? Why go to all this trouble?
Could he just enjoy killing demons? Was that why he was doing this?
Damn it, those people in the Demon Slayer Corps were twisted enough already! Who knew you were the sickest of them all?!
"Quiet, Trash Boss. I'm busy. Remember to keep them immobilized."
Ye Chen and his clones fired Poison Ammo into the demons ahead. As notifications about Exchange Points kept ringing in his head, he couldn't help reflecting on his good fortune.
Good thing Trash Boss overcame sunlight. Otherwise, I'd have killed him back then. Even if I hadn't, once I captured him, I couldn't exactly tell the Demon Slayer Corps he was hard to kill and we'd have to wait until the next day.
So if Trash Boss hadn't overcome sunlight, I might have missed this Demon Slayer Asura mission unless I fell out with the Demon Slayer Corps.
Muzan's face had gone deathly pale, terror written all over it. He couldn't begin to imagine what Ye Chen was thinking.
Was this guy doing this in front of me, the Demon King, on purpose? Making me watch demons die in droves?
*Was he deliberately forcing me, the Demon King who'd lived for a