Muzan glanced towards the door as he entered the room. He saw a red-haired swordsman with a birthmark on his forehead, a ponytail, and Hanafuda earrings with sun patterns.
Oh, it's Yoriichi.
Wait! Yoriichi?
Muzan's footsteps paused, he seemed to have seen something incredible just now.
Red hair in a ponytail? A birthmark on his forehead? And wearing Hanafuda earrings with sun patterns?
This… isn't this Yoriichi?
Didn't he die hundreds of years ago?
Damn it! How dare he mess with me! I'm going to whip him into mincemeat repeatedly, then take him back and savor every bit of him!
Abel looked at Muzan, who was clearly stunned for a moment, and controlled his urge to laugh.
He stood up and came behind Muzan, placing his hand on Muzan's shoulder.
Meanwhile, Muzan was thinking of beating this person, who looked like Yoriichi, into mincemeat and taking him home to eat slowly.
First, kill this red-haired guy, then proceed with my 'experiment'.
But before he could turn around, Muzan's shoulder was pressed by a hand.
'You damn insect, how dare you pat the shoulder of this Demon King! And with that bastard Yoriichi's face!'
Feeling the touch on his shoulder, Muzan's face darkened, and he roared internally. Then, with an annoyed expression, he tried to turn his head to kill this fake Yoriichi.
But just as he tried to turn his head, a voice rang out.
"Kibutsuji Muzan."
"!!!"
Hearing the person behind him call out his name, Muzan froze.
At this moment, his five brains stopped thinking, and his seven hearts also briefly stopped, while his century-old wounds began to ache faintly.
This familiar voice... This voice etched into my DNA....
And he can even accurately call out my name. I haven't used my true name in a hundred years. Yet the swordsman behind me called out my name.
Could it really be Yoriichi?
Impossible!
I saw from Kokushibo's memories that he personally cut the elderly Yoriichi in half.
But why would the guy behind me call out my name?
While Muzan was brainstorming, Abel clearly felt his trembling.
Then, suppressing his laughter, he asked, "Muzan, what do you intend to do here?"
Cold sweat continuously formed on Muzan's forehead. He wanted to turn around and confirm whether the person behind him was truly Yoriichi, but his neck seemed to be locked by an invisible shackle, unable to move an inch. He wanted to self-destruct immediately, but he couldn't move either.
"Muzan, did you think that if I died, you could truly get rid of me?"
Abel continued to speak in that voice that made Muzan tremble with fear.
Muzan struggled immensely internally. He refused to believe it, yet the familiar voice and the pain from his old wounds forced him to doubt.
Yoriichi is already dead. The way to face fear is to confront it. Come on!
Muzan gritted his teeth and turned to see who this bastard was. However, when he turned, he saw a familiar face and that familiar yet terrifying gaze.
"You… are you a human or a demon?!" Muzan screamed in terror, "You should be dead!!!"
"As a Demon King, you're actually afraid?"
Abel said with a smirk, his hand resting on the Nichirin Blade at his waist, "Whether human or demon, Muzan, I have returned from the dead for you."
With that, Abel gripped the hilt firmly and drew his sword. The originally silver blade turned red-hot the moment it was unsheathed.
Feeling the warm aura, Muzan felt not a hint of warmth, but rather a chilling coldness in his heart.
In his eyes, whether he was truly Yoriichi or not was no longer important. What mattered was whether he could still escape if he self-destructed now.
Abel activated the Bright Red Nichirin Blade and the Demon Slayer Mark. Then came the Transparent World.
Muzan's body became transparent in his eyes. The movement and contraction of his muscles, the functioning of his organs, and the flow of his blood all became clearly visible.
Perhaps it was an illusion. Abel saw Yoriichi appear before his eyes, personally drawing lines on Muzan's body with chalk, then telling him, "Cut along the lines I've drawn."
Looking at "Yoriichi" who had instantly completed the Bright Red Nichirin Blade, Demon Slayer Mark and Transparent World, Muzan gasped.
The blade from his memories hundreds of years ago perfectly merged with the scene before him at this moment, and what terrified him even more was that he couldn't sense his aura.
He had sensed an aura before and thought it was weak. Then he was almost instantly killed like a roadside nobody.
Now he couldn't even sense an aura. Was he even stronger?
At this moment, Muzan's pupils constricted in terror. He couldn't move or self-destruct.
Abel had completed the power-ups at this moment, and seeing Muzan still motionless, he decided to hold back some strength. After all, he still needed to train his troops at Infinity Castle. It was easy for Erica and Liliana, but the others still needed some training.
Under Muzan's terrified gaze, Abel's first strike landed precisely on a black line, which was the spot Yoriichi had marked on Muzan hundreds of years ago.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Muzan cried out in pain.
Due to Muzan's screams, Kie from the inner room was drawn out.
As soon as she came out, she saw Yoriichi beating Muzan.
"Yoriichi-san!?"
"Go back!"
Opportunity!
Muzan extended his arm and reached for Kie.
Kie looked at the suit-clad man who had suddenly turned into a monster, stumbled backward, and fell to the ground, her face filled with disbelief.
But how could Abel let Muzan have his way?
The next second, the sound of a blade slicing through flesh rang out.
Thud!
A chunk of flesh fell to the ground.
Abel's next words scared Muzan so much that his instincts took over his body.
"Muzan. After all this time, you are still like this. So disregardful of life! Muzan! What do you take life for?!"