"Bang!!!"
With a muffled sound like a watermelon bursting, the little man's laughter cut off abruptly, and his headless corpse toppled to the ground.
"Little Eight!"
"You bastard! What did you do to my little brother...?"
Perhaps because alcohol had numbed his brain, the burly bald man did not turn and flee after watching Muzan Kibutsuji punch the little man's head apart. Instead, he raised his fists and charged at him.
"Splat! Splat!"
Muzan Kibutsuji waved a hand impatiently, and a long, spike-covered whip shot out, instantly bursting the heads of both the burly bald man and the young woman in red.
"And who are you?"
After casually slaughtering those fools who had courted death, Muzan Kibutsuji turned his gaze to Nalan Sheng, inwardly growing wary.
After all, Nalan Sheng's clothes looked rather unusual, and he had shown no intention of fleeing even after witnessing the murders. Muzan Kibutsuji found it hard to believe he was an ordinary person.
More importantly, Tanjiro had just given Muzan Kibutsuji such a shock that he had almost thought he was seeing Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
Muzan Kibutsuji did not know that the scar on Tanjiro's forehead had come from a burn. He thought Tanjiro had already awakened his Demon Slayer Mark.
On top of that, Tanjiro had picked him out of the crowd at a glance, clearly indicating that he had awakened the Transparent World.
Tanjiro had even inherited Yoriichi Tsugikuni's earrings. Fortunately, his hairstyle was different from Yoriichi's, or Muzan Kibutsuji might have been frightened into exploding on the spot.
By now, Muzan Kibutsuji was like a bird startled by the twang of a bowstring. Naturally, the sight of Nalan Sheng, whose origins were unknown, filled him with apprehension.
Facing Muzan Kibutsuji's wary gaze, Nalan Sheng leisurely removed his hood and said, "I'm just