Muzan had been about to keep attacking, but those words made him slow a beat.
This brat before him.
He knew Sun Breathing and, like Yoriichi, had mastered the technique of turning his blade red.
He even possessed that mark that traded lifespan for power.
He was strong.
Even a little stronger than Kokushibo.
But...
But compared with that man, he was still far short.
The slashes unleashed by the Bright Red Nichirin Blade in Yoriichi Tsugikuni's hand could never have been this weak.
Even when Matsushita's blade struck his body.
There was none of that agonizing pain that seemed to burn into his marrow.
At that thought, Muzan actually felt somewhat reassured.
To him, this was only natural.
After all, Yoriichi Tsugikuni... in his eyes, that man was a monster who appeared only once in ten thousand years.
As for other humans or swordsmen, compared with him?
It was probably like comparing humans with natural disasters such as typhoons, earthquakes, and volcanoes.
Too insignificant to mention.
His mood gradually lightened.
And when he heard Xia Xi mention "Yoriichi Tsugikuni's secret."
His interest was piqued a little, too.
"What are you trying to say, Matsushita?"
"Muzan, looks like you don't know either."
Barely managing to maneuver around Muzan's slowed attacks, Xia Xi smiled and said, "About Yoriichi Tsugikuni having a child."
What!
That man actually had a child!
Taking advantage of Muzan's moment of astonishment.
Xia Xi put a little distance between them and, using the Transparent World, discreetly glanced around...
At the gradually thinning gun smoke and dense mist.
And at several moles carrying containers of collected Muzan blood in their mouths as they burrowed underground and swiftly fled into the distance.
The Dawn Hashira felt a little more reassured.
Then the smile on his face grew even brighter.