Chapter 307: Lan Ke'er's Mission
"Our Lineage must also choose a new Demon Slayer Warrior.
This honor and responsibility will likewise fall upon the Demon Slayer Warrior.
You are the finest descendants of the Lan family in this era.
You have been gathered here today to decide who will become the Demon Slayer Warrior."
"Patriarch, how will the Demon Slayer Warrior be chosen?" a youth asked eagerly.
"Bring forth the Demon Suppressing Drum and the Demon Slaying Sword!" Lan Juntian shouted.
A pitch-black drum and a boundlessly sharp longsword of black crystal were carried up.
The eyes of all the young men and women present filled with surprise and curiosity.
"Beat the war drum!" Lan Juntian cried.
He picked up the drumsticks himself and began striking rapidly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosive booms rang out all around.
Heaven-filling demonic energy danced across the black drumskin.
The drumsticks in Lan Juntian's hands emitted golden light that stretched ten thousand zhang. With every strike he made,
the light of the drumsticks grew brighter, while the Demonic Fog shrouding them was suppressed and dispersed.
Every drumbeat seemed capable of shaking the souls of everyone present.
Its lingering echoes wound around the beams, reverberating through the courtyard and refusing to fade.
Before many people's eyes lay a sea of blood, within which fragmented scenes emerged one after another.
They were scenes of every generation of Demon Slayer Warriors battling Heavenly Demons.
The sound of the Demon Suppressing Drum seemed to tear through the clouds and shatter the firmament.
It carried memories from ancient times, damp earth, and choking blood, pressing down on everyone until they could scarcely breathe.
Black Mist filled the sky, blanketing the entire courtyard. The desolation of autumn winds mingled with lonely bleakness and rose straight into the heavens alongside the sky-shaking