The other Nine Hashira and Provisional Hashira also arrived, one after another.
For quite a few of them, this was their first time seeing the legendary Demon King in person.
Except...
This was completely different from the desperate, fight-to-the-death battle they had once imagined.
That insufferably arrogant Demon King...
Was now pinned beneath the Dawn Hashira they knew so well.
Like a helpless little girl.
Facing his torrential onslaught.
Nearby, Kazetoriin whispered, "Looks like little Xia Xi doesn't need our help?"
The Nine Hashira fell silent.
After all, compared with Xia Xi...
Muzan, who was doing nothing but taking a beating, looked far more in need of help.
At this point, the Demon King...
Finally abandoned any thought of fighting Xia Xi head-on.
He began braving his attacks.
And fleeing into the distance.
But he had barely turned and run a few steps.
Before a downward knife-hand strike from the Dawn Hashira smashed him straight into the ground.
More than half his body was cleaved open.
Making the Demon King let out a groan of pain.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Muzan said nothing.
He simply used the flesh whips growing all over his body to wrench himself out of the ground.
Seven or eight flesh whips automatically attacked Xia Xi.
Trying to hold him back.
Meanwhile, several other flesh whips, like enhanced octopus tentacles, propped Muzan up and launched him frantically into the distance.
But halfway through his flight...
Xia Xi seized one of his long flesh whips and dragged him straight back.
Then drove a heavy punch into Muzan's face.
At that blow...
After a fierce ache ripped through his entire face, the Demon King could only see a jumble of stars and scattered lights dancing through his darkened vision.
"That punch was for that Old Geezer,