Seeing that Muichiro actually wanted to step forward for a duel, Sanemi Shinazugawa hurriedly stopped him:
"Wait, you seriously want to fight him one-on-one? Why waste words on him? Brothers! Cut him down!!"
"Uraaa!!!"
"Die!!!"
The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, who had briefly hesitated after Muzan fooled them with his "rules of honor," were instantly fired up by Sanemi. Old grudges and fresh hatred surged through them! Who cared about duels? Killing Muzan was all that mattered now! Countless Nichirin Blades, gleaming crimson as Crimson Blades, surged madly toward Muzan again.
"Fuck! You shameless bastards!!" Muzan was so furious he nearly spat out a mouthful of demon blood. With the thousand-year-old Demon King's dignity being ground into the dirt, he no longer cared about elegance or schemes!
"You really think I'm afraid of you?! So what if you have Crimson Blades? So what if you all know Sun Breathing? I'm not even afraid of the sun anymore! Those shitty blades of yours are just a little hot! Come on! Who's afraid of whom?!" Muzan roared hysterically. Then his back tore open, and nine enormous whips covered in pale bone burst out of his body.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The nine bone whips slammed into the ground, smashing deep craters into it. Rubble flew everywhere, and dust instantly filled the air.
"Aaargh!"
"Watch out!"
"Fall back!"
Caught off guard, the swordsmen charging at the front were almost caught in the attack. The Demon King's furious strike was terrifyingly powerful!
"Hmph!" Watching the crowd recoil from his attack, Muzan steadied himself somewhat, a cruel, smug look appearing on his face.
"See that?! That's the gap between you and a true Demon King! Crimson Blades? Sun Breathing? What a joke! Come on! Keep..."
Before he could finish his arrogant speech, Sanemi's icy