Holy shit, shit, shit!?
Before the blood mist filling the air had even fully dispersed, Muzan, whose upper body had been blasted apart,
had already regrown his body through his absurd regenerative power.
But the drastic change in his expression proved that the attack had far exceeded his expectations.
"You!"
Refusing to believe it, Muzan attacked Xia Xi again.
However...
If his opponent had previously been an extremely hard Iron Turtle,
fighting him had, at most, felt slightly troublesome to Muzan.
Now, though,
he was like a solid steel ball coated in oil.
Landing a solid hit not only failed to hurt him, but painfully jarred the attacker's hand instead.
And if the blow landed squarely,
even the strongest attack would slide along his body and deflect into his surroundings.
What had happened?
How long had it even been since he had last seen this bastard...?
Why did he suddenly feel several times stronger?
At first, Muzan had intended to suppress him, thinking, You're digging your own grave.
But the longer they fought, the more wrong things felt.
Meanwhile, Xia Xi had already started trash-talking.
"We killed Akaza and Kokushibo too, you scumbag boss. Now you're all alone. Oh, almost forgot. That's not quite accurate."
Xia Xi bared his teeth and gave him an innocent smile.
"I should say you were an orphan from the start. After all, your mom died ages ago."
The Demon King: ?
Why did it feel like this guy was insulting me?
Seeing Muzan's bewildered expression, Xia Xi paused again.
"Then I must've gotten it wrong. Maybe it was your dad who died."
Finally realizing that his opponent was indeed insulting him,
the Demon King put every last ounce of strength into twisting the long, strip-shaped whips into a spiral spear.
Then he thrust it