Even after tearing Gyokko into pieces, Muzan was still not appeased; the black blood thorns whipped down, finally slicing him into countless fragments before stopping.
"I just told you not to speak unnecessarily! Do you not have ears?!" Muzan roared furiously at the Upper Ranks, the black blood thorns swirling behind him.
At this moment, none of the five Upper Ranks dared to speak; they all lowered their heads in terror.
Even Lord Kokushibou's body is trembling, Lord Muzan is truly terrifying...
Hantengu, out of the corner of his eye, saw Kokushibou's body trembling beside him, thinking he was also afraid of the enraged Muzan.
However, that was not the true reason.
Yoriichi...
That face in his mind reminded him of the person he had been unable to forget for over a hundred years; even though his memories as a human were already blurry or completely gone, everything about that person was deeply imprinted in his mind, never to be forgotten.
Although Kokushibou immediately noticed the difference between this person and Yoriichi, that face still made him think of Yoriichi and recall the night of the red moon when he last encountered him.
The fact that Breath Styles / Marks swordsmen do not live past twenty-five years of age did not hold true for him; an eighty-year-old Yoriichi, simply by striking a pose, made Kokushibou feel immense pressure.
Kokushibou also took a stance, intending to fight Yoriichi, but in the next moment, Yoriichi's blade had already cut through his body; the power of this single strike was no different from his peak, completely undiminished by old age, and if a second strike were to come, he would undoubtedly be buried there.
However, there was no second strike; after that one strike, Yoriichi stood motionless in place, his life extinguished; he had run out of energy and died of old age after delivering that one blow.
Therefore, Kokushibou no longer had a chance to surpass Yoriichi, and the sense of humiliation from that time was still etched in his memory; now, with the appearance of someone so similar to Yoriichi, Kokushibou felt excited.
Although he no longer had a chance to surpass Yoriichi, being able to defeat this person would be enough to bring him some solace.
However, his current feelings were far from limited to this; alongside the excitement, there was also fear of Yoriichi and a jealousy that had not faded for over a hundred years, as well as a nostalgia he might not even have realized.
Hidden in his embrace was a broken short flute...
Seeing that no more demons were speaking, Muzan slowly calmed down, his black blood thorns retracted back into his body, and then he threw Douma's head back.
"Whoever can slay this person, I will reward them with more blood."
After saying this, Muzan turned his back to the Upper Ranks.
The sound of a biwa rang out, a door closed, and Muzan was sent away from there.
"So scary! So scary! To meet again after one hundred and thirteen years in such a terrifying scene, truly, odd numbers are unlucky! This poor old man was almost scared to death!"
It was only after Muzan had been gone for a while that Hantengu tremblingly raised his head, still muttering incessantly.
Douma also reattached his head at this time, pretending to be shaken as he said, "Yes, I was startled too; perhaps we said something wrong."
However, his heart was completely unmoved; he felt no fear, no joy, no emotion whatsoever; all expressions of mood were merely a disguise.
Gyokko's body gradually re-formed, but his pot was still shattered.
How unreasonable... I said that because I wanted to reassure and please Lord Muzan... and he even shattered my pot... But such an unreasonable personality is also wonderful...
Gyokko thought to himself, his loyalty and adoration for Muzan completely unchanged.
"Nakime, send me back," Kokushibou stood up and said to Nakime.
He intended to go find the person from the memories Muzan had transmitted to him.
"Yes, Lord Kokushibou."
Nakime replied, then plucked her biwa, sending Kokushibou back.
"Send me back too," Daki also spoke to Nakime.
Originally, she had thought she would receive praise from Muzan, but the atmosphere was so tense that she lost even the courage to speak.
Nakime said nothing in response, plucking her biwa and sending Daki back as well.
"Biwa Sister, and..." Douma, appearing joyful, smiled and loudly spoke to Nakime, but before he could finish his sentence, Nakime sent him back to the Paradise Faith Cult.
Following that, Nakime also sent Gyokko and Hantengu back, and Infinity Castle once again returned to silence...
...
Inside Tamayo's mansion.
Chiba Yo's conversation with Tamayo concluded, and he now understood much more about Muzan.
"Thank you for telling me all this," Chiba Yo said to Tamayo.
"It's nothing; we both have a common enemy. The more you understand Muzan, the greater the chance of slaying him," Tamayo replied.
"Alright, then I'll head back. If you find any trace of Muzan, I hope you can let me know as soon as possible," Chiba Yo stood up and said to Tamayo, preparing to leave.
"Wait a moment, please take this," Tamayo called out to Chiba Yo, then handed him a piece of paper with a strange seal drawn on it.
"This is?" Chiba Yo took the paper, looking at Tamayo with some confusion.
"This is made with Yushiro's Blood Demon Art. If you attach it to yourself, it will allow you to share his vision. If we find Muzan, I will let you know Muzan's location through this ability," Tamayo explained to Chiba Yo.
Chiba Yo looked at Yushiro upon hearing this, while Yushiro snorted coldly and turned his head away, ignoring him.
"Okay, I understand. I will keep it with me at all times." Chiba Yo put the paper into his embrace; at this moment, he could not yet share Yushiro's vision, as this paper was created by Yushiro, so whether or not to share vision was controlled by him.
Just you wait, you dare to offend Lady Tamayo, I will definitely make you see something that will make you unable to eat for a whole day!
Yushiro thought to himself, grinning mischievously with a devilish expression.
"Yushiro!" Tamayo called out to him helplessly when she saw Yushiro's expression, trying to remind him.
"Yes, Lady Tamayo!" Yushiro quickly replied.
Lady Tamayo calling my name is truly so beautiful, even more beautiful than usual!
Yushiro thought to himself, gazing at Tamayo.
"Goodbye," Chiba Yo waved goodbye to Tamayo and the others after putting away the talisman.
"Goodbye," Tamayo also waved and said.
After bidding each other farewell, Chiba Yo began to return to the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters. For some reason, he felt a constant unease along the way...
At the same time, thousands of miles away, in front of a overturned train, the clash of fist blades produced a crisp sound, and the two figures in combat temporarily separated..