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Chapter 358 - Chapter 358: Yoriichi Reappears? The Scared Witless Scum King, Absolute Despair of Future Sight!

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Chapter 358: Yoriichi Reappears? The Scared Witless Scum King, Absolute Despair of Future Sight!

"Since you want to die..."

"Then I'll grant your wish!!!"

Muzan's plum-red vertical pupils instantly contracted to the limit. In that instant, the clothes on his back suddenly burst open.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

Nine tube-whips resembling steel scourges shot madly out of his spine, accompanied by ear-piercing whistles. Each tube-whip was covered in sharp bone spurs and nauseating mouths. The speed was so fast they even left afterimages in the air.

"Die!!!"

Muzan let out a hysterical roar.

Rumble—!!!

The nine tube-whips didn't attack Katakuri directly. Instead, like out-of-control mad dogs, they launched indiscriminate destruction on everything around them. Hard floorboards were instantly flipped up. Thick support pillars were sliced in half like tofu. The Core Hall of the Infinity Castle was instantly submerged in sky-filling debris and dust.

"Watch out!!!"

The Stone Hashira, Gyomei Himejima, who had just arrived, roared. The flail in his hand danced wildly, smashing the giant rocks flying toward the group into powder.

"Is this the power of the Demon Progenitor?!"

Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, gritted his teeth, swinging his Nichirin Sword to form an impenetrable barrier. Just the shockwaves of the attack made them, the Hashira, feel a suffocating pressure. That kind of attack speed and range. It wasn't something humans could easily get close to!

"This is trouble..."

Serpent Hashira, Obanai Iguro, lay prone on a beam, his eyes grave. Although that big guy was strong. Under such dense attacks with no blind spots, even a body that huge would probably inevitably get hurt...

However.

In the next second, a scene that no one expected occurred.

Just as everyone thought Muzan was going to fight Katakuri to the death. Just in that instant when the sky-filling dust obscured vision.

That Demon Progenitor who was roaring "grant your wish" just a moment ago. That insufferably arrogant Muzan. Suddenly retracted all his tube-whips.

And then...

Without hesitation, he turned around. The clogs under his feet shattered the floorboards. He became like a black lightning bolt. Sprinting madly... Toward the bottomless dark passage behind the main hall!!!

Eh?

Tanjiro, who was preparing to rush up and help, stumbled and almost threw the sword in his hand. Gyomei Himejima, holding his flail, showed a dazed expression on his weathered face for the first time. Even the always irritable Sanemi Shinazugawa had his mouth wide open, his eyes almost popping out.

Ran... Ran away?!

That Progenitor who commanded demons for a millennium? That Muzan who viewed humans as ants? After spouting harsh words. Actually didn't even exchange a single blow. And ran straight away?!

"What the f*ck..."

Inosuke, who had rushed over after finishing Doma, took off his boar mask, looking like he was questioning reality.

"This is too shameless, isn't it?! This is the final BOSS you guys are risking your lives to kill? Even I feel embarrassed for him!!!"

However.

How could Muzan care about face right now? Could his pride feed him? Could his reputation save his life?

His cells were screaming. His instincts were sounding alarms madly. What a joke! Even Kokushibo, that monster who practiced swordsmanship for four hundred years, was popped like a chick by the opponent. Even Doma, that tricky pervert, was pounded into meat paste.

Although he, Kibutsuji Muzan, was strong. He wasn't stupid! That giant over five meters tall wasn't a creature of this dimension at all! That power capable of shattering the air. That Haki that made his soul tremble with just a glance.

Fight? Fight with what?!

As long as he could escape. As long as he could survive. Even if he had to hide in a sewer for a few hundred years. Wait for this monster to die of old age. This world would still belong to him, Kibutsuji Muzan!!!

"Just need to pass through this passage..."

Muzan looked at the dark exit close at hand, a flash of ecstasy in his eyes.

"Nakime!!!"

"Quickly shift the exit to the outside!!!"

He frantically issued commands to Nakime in his mind. As long as he left the Infinity Castle. With his splitting ability and mimicry ability. In this vast world, who could catch him?!

As for those subordinates? If they die, they die! Anyway, as long as he was alive, he could create a new batch of Twelve Kizuki at any time!

"Is this the so-called Demon King?"

Suddenly.

A cold and mocking voice rang out beside Muzan's ear without warning. Not from behind. But... from directly in front of him!!!

The ecstatic expression on Muzan's face instantly froze. He abruptly raised his head. Only to see that giant who should have been blocked behind him by the dust. That nightmare that terrified him.

At this moment.

Actually appeared there as if he had teleported. Standing calmly at the exit of that dark passage with his hands behind his back. Those crimson eyes were looking down at him coldly. Like watching a rat desperately jumping into a pot of oil.

"How is this possible..."

Muzan slammed on the brakes, his feet plowing two deep furrows into the wooden planks.

"How could you appear here?! I clearly..."

Clearly blocked all routes with attacks! Clearly blocked vision with dust! And I ran first! His speed, even among the Upper Ranks, was absolute top-tier. How could anyone be faster than him?!

"Because I saw it."

Katakuri slowly raised his massive right foot. With a Bang, he stomped heavily on the floor in front of Muzan. That stomp was like stepping on an invisible wall, completely cutting off all of Muzan's retreat.

"The moment you yelled 'die'. I already saw the future where you ran away like a frightened cur with your tail between your legs."

Katakuri tilted his head. His large mouth full of fangs split slightly, revealing a smile of utmost mockery.

"Want to play misdirection? In front of these eyes. Those dirty thoughts in your mind are clearer than white paper."

Boom—!!!

As his voice fell. A wave of Conqueror's Haki, even more terrifying than before, erupted from Katakuri. If earlier it was just for intimidation. Then now. This was substantive pressure released specifically to crush the enemy!

Crackle, snap—!!!

The surrounding space seemed to groan under the burden of this Haki. Muzan felt a Mount Tai-like force crushing down. His legs went weak. He almost knelt directly on the ground.

"This feeling..."

Muzan stared dead at the towering figure before him. Those crimson eyes. That condescending gaze looking at trash. That suffocating oppression that made even breathing difficult.

Buzz—

Muzan's brain suddenly suffered a sharp pain. A scene buried deep in his memories, one he hadn't dared to touch for hundreds of years. Surfaced before his eyes without warning.

It was a swordsman wearing a red haori. It was a pair of transparent eyes without any emotional fluctuation.

It was... Yoriichi Tsugikuni!!!

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

Muzan suddenly let out a miserable scream. Not because of physical pain. But because of fear originating from the depths of his soul.

That man who once nearly killed him to the point of disintegration. That shadow that had scared him awake from dreams for hundreds of years.

At this moment.

Actually overlapped perfectly with the five-meter-tall giant before him!!!

"Monster... Are you also that monster's kind?!"

Muzan's body began to tremble violently uncontrollably. Every cell in his body was screaming the same word frantically—

Run! Must run! If I don't run... I will really die!!!

"What nonsense."

Katakuri frowned. He didn't know what kind of fit this cowardly Demon King was throwing. But he really disliked the way the other party looked at him. That look was like looking at a natural predator.

"I'm no swordsman."

Katakuri slowly raised his right hand. That arm instantly transformed into pitch-black mochi, and began to compress and deform wildly. Finally, it turned into a gigantic flail covered in spikes.

"I am just... an older brother... who is venting anger for his little sister and sweeping you, this trash, into the garbage heap."

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