18 Battle

Wearing a gentleman's hat and a well-fitted suit, Muzan, nobody would have thought he was the notorious Demon King.

At this moment, Muzan was trembling with excitement.

'Rare blood, the rarest of rare blood that hasn't been found in a thousand years. I will turn him into the perfect demon, no, directly absorb him, and I will become the perfect demon, a perfect creature that can walk in the sunlight!'

Rare blood refers to people with rare bloodlines.

For nearly a thousand years, Muzan has been searching for ways to become the perfect creature that can walk in the sunlight. There are two feasible methods: finding the legendary blue spider lily or evolving again by absorbing special rare blood or demons that are not afraid of sunlight.

After waiting for nearly a thousand years, the dream is now within reach. How could Muzan not be excited?

All five of his brains and seven hearts were trembling with excitement and rejoicing.

"....." Just as he was about to make a pre-dinner statement, Muzan saw the handsome young man in front of him pull out two very familiar earrings.

"Muzan! Do you still remember Yoriichi Tsugikuni from the bamboo forest back then!"

Yoriichi Tsugikuni, a name that brought endless fear to him and left indelible scars on him, how could Muzan forget?

"Yes, these earrings belong to that man. Could it be..." Muzan instantly recalled that painful experience, and in great excitement and surprise, all five of his brains stopped functioning due to overload.

It's now!

'Ichimonji-Rukoto!'

Facing the Demon King Muzan, Aomori, who had already taken off his Training Gear Set, used his most powerful move without hesitation.

Accompanied by intense pain, power continued to surge from the depths of his body. His brain seemed to break through a certain barrier, with a bang, and the whole world seemed to freeze.

'All the holy light energy, thunder energy, gather for me!' Without much time for Aomori to explore this realm, he concentrated all his energy on the Murakumo Sword, which he had already used the "Knight Does Not Die Barehanded" technique.

Boom!

The powerful momentum blew away the snow, crumbling the land.

This was Aomori's first time unleashing his full power.

'Concentrate a bit, reach the peak! Thunder Breathing!'

At this moment, Aomori turned into light.

By the time Muzan reacted, the sword light had already slashed him several times, and under the purification of the holy light, Muzan's body began to dissipate. After that encounter with Jigoku Yoriichi Tsugikuni, he once again felt the threat of death.

"What light is this?! Quickly stop it!" Muzan screamed in agony, his body suddenly expanding, exploding into 3600 pieces, scattering everywhere.

The sword light, like the judgment of the Yama, chased after the scattered fragments, purifying them one by one.

Thunder and holy light filled the entire forest. Tree after tree was crushed by the aftermath of the sword light, and the snowy ground was plowed over and over again, revealing bare earth.

The rumbling sound shook the door of the house, and Tanjiro looked outside in amazement at the scene as bright as daylight, murmuring, "Such a warm light."

On the other side of the mountain, someone who had been traveling at night seemed to sense something, looking towards the distant flashing white light, silent, their running speed increasing.

When the dust settled, Aomori, with his eyes closed, stood alone on the bare ground, with only the hilt of the Murakumo Sword left in his right hand.

"What a pity."

At the last moment, the Murakumo Sword couldn't withstand the overwhelming energy, and the blade shattered inch by inch, failing to achieve complete success, allowing Muzan to escape with half of the fragments.

At this moment, his body was torn apart in pain, without any strength. If Muzan had turned back, he would have been able to kill Aomori.

Unfortunately, the half of the fragments left behind formed Muzan, who fled in panic, protecting the remaining three brains and four hearts. He was truly frightened this time, not daring to even eat people to regain strength as he passed through the village, and kept fleeing until he reached his lair, into the Infinite City.

"Twelve Moons, come and see me!" Muzan hadn't let his guard down, immediately asking Nezuko to summon the Twelve Moons to protect him.

The Twelve Moons were the strongest twelve demons under Muzan, among which the Upper Moons were far superior to the Lower Moons. They gathered in the Infinite City, seeing a mass of wriggling flesh the size of a basketball.

"Is this Muzan-sama? Who could have hurt Muzan-sama like this?" The Twelve Moons were all terrified. In their eyes, Muzan was like a divine being.

The ball-shaped Muzan did not answer, directly jumping onto one of the Lower Moons and engulfing him.

"Ah!" A piercing scream rang out as the Lower Moon was slowly melted away.

Muzan wanted to take back the blood he had given them to quickly regain his strength.

"Muzan-sama, what are you doing?"

The Lower Moons were all fearful, unable to bear the pressure any longer. Two fled, and two resisted.

"What are you escaping from? What are you resisting? Everything you have is given by me. I'm taking it back, and you should be grateful to offer it up willingly," Muzan said.

Unable to deal with outsiders, can't even deal with his subordinates?

The otaku boss effortlessly devoured six Lower Moons one after another.

During this time, the Upper Moons, Enmu, Gyutaro and Daki, trembled as they lay on the ground.

The Lower Moon, Mukago, knelt on one knee, his head hanging.

The Lower Moon, Urogi, shook his fan with a smile that wasn't a smile.

The Lower Moon, Rui, had deep and mysterious eyes, his thoughts unknown.

When Muzan finished absorbing the Lower Moons, the mass of flesh wriggled back into a human form, and the majestic Muzan returned.

Having escaped the shadow of death, Muzan recalled every moment of the battle with Aomori just now, feeling frightened afterwards.

'If the opponent's sword hadn't broken, I would have really died. Damn it! Why would there be such a strong human? Clearly, I am the species favored by the gods.'

Would he just give up the opportunity to become the perfect creature?

Muzan felt unwilling, but in the end, he followed the guidance of his heart and decided to heal his injuries first.

"All of you, find out all the information about this man for me!" Muzan transmitted the image of Aomori to the Upper Moons present and added, "Avoid direct confrontation."

He didn't want to serve the dish to the other side and waste his precious blood.

"Yes!" The demons all had their guesses, suspecting that the handsome man was the culprit who had injured Muzan-sama.

After all the Upper Moons left, Muzan's body suddenly appeared with densely packed white light scars, not only with the old scars from Yoriichi Tsugikuni, but also with the indelible marks left by Aomori's holy light.

The scorching and divine aura made him feel unbearable pain.

Muzan's expression gradually lost control: "Yoriichi Tsugikuni... Yoriichi Tsugikuni!"

...

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shone into the wooden house, and Tanjiro, who had not slept all night, exhaled a white breath.

"It's morning."

He slowly got up, first glanced at his family who was still sleeping — Nezuko had accompanied him for a long time last night and was still not awake — tightened the small rusty hatchet in his hand, opened the door, and ran towards the forest.

Rushing past the fallen trees, treading on the thick snow-covered ground, Tanjiro, out of breath, finally saw Aomori sitting on the ground.

Beside him, the big bird and the handsome dog leaned closely together, the sunlight falling on them, like the most beautiful scene in the world.

Aomori slowly opened his eyes, his mouth slightly curled up, and said to Tanjiro:

"Good morning."

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