Looking at those who had picked up their weapons.
At the equally cautious Hashira-level swordsmen.
Muzan, who had been laughing wildly just moments ago, finally fell silent.
He did not think much of the Nine Hashira apart from Matsushita Shousha.
But in his current state.
Against nearly thirty Hashira-level fighters... how the hell was he supposed to fight?!
Especially the one wielding the Meteor Hammer.
Muzan had seen him through Kokushibo's eyes.
His foremost and most trusted general.
Even after successively entering his third and fourth stages, his body had still been smashed apart many times by that red Meteor Hammer.
And there were those two descendants of the Tsuguniki family over there.
One used Sun Breathing, the other Moon Breathing...
Just seeing them made him uncomfortable deep down.
Muzan could not help looking toward the "valuable contributor" he had praised just moments ago.
He could not help growling, "Xiang Kai, what is the meaning of this?!"
Meanwhile, the Lower Rank Chief standing nearby.
Had his eyes rolled back, saliva representing wisdom constantly streaming from his mouth.
He had indeed done as Muzan instructed.
He had thrown Xia Xi, whom the Demon King hated to the bone, to the farthest point in Infinity Street.
And kept, as though playing with a Rubik's Cube.
Embedding him layer by layer within spatial loops.
As for the other swordsmen on the field, he had simply tossed them into nearby empty rooms.
He had casually placed a few simple loops around them and left them alone...
Because at this moment, as Lower Rank One.
He discovered that his Blood Demon Art could not, as it usually did, keep the swordsman named Matsushita.
Firmly locked outside the safe perimeter.
Whether it was the enormous sweeping slashes he unleashed with his sword.
Or the afterimages he