The young woman arrived in front of an abandoned mansion.
The doors of the mansion were ajar, the courtyard overgrown with weeds, completely devoid of life.
The young woman passed through the dilapidated front courtyard and stopped in front of the bedroom.
In the dead silence, a figure paced out from the room.
It was a tall and slender male demon with pale skin, his ten fingernails as black as ink, sharp and long.
He wore a flashy long robe, his long hair falling casually over his shoulders, and his face could easily be called handsome.
Muyaku looked at the young woman before him and smiled.
He elegantly raised his hand and gently tapped the young woman's cuff.
A speck of scarlet light, like an awakened firefly, drifted out of the young woman's sleeve pocket.
It was an incredibly ordinary seashell, but right now it was emitting an eerie, bloody glow.
"Look, you like it very much."
Muyaku said somewhat smugly, "Since you accepted it, you belong to me now."
He put the seashell away, stepped forward quietly, and bared his fangs at the young woman's fair neck.
Buzz—
A piercing shriek tearing through the air suddenly erupted!
A blinding, glowing white sword light viciously slashed towards Muyaku's head.
The greed on Muyaku's face instantly froze, turning into astonishment.
He quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the slash.
"Tch! Pretty fast reflexes."
Ryosuke, whose sneak attack had failed, appeared in front of the young woman, holding his sword horizontally to protect her.
Muyaku, furious at having his meal interrupted, sized up Ryosuke with his narrow eyes.
Especially his Nichirin Sword, which emitted a glowing white luster.
"Heh, Thunder Breathing—"
Muyaku tilted his head, his tone carrying heavy sarcasm, "Vulgar! Truly unbearably vulgar!"
"Such a violent and impolite breathing style, paired with a boor like you who has no sense of art, is simply a blasphemy to this beautiful blade!"
Ryosuke couldn't be bothered to waste half a word of nonsense on him.
For this kind of pervert who thought himself elegant, the best response was to chop him into minced meat!
Ryosuke's gaze sharpened, violent lightning raging around his body, rumbling endlessly.
The sharp edge of the long sword's slash instantly turned into rushing thunder that tore through the darkness!
"Thunder Breathing, Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!"
The sword light flashed like lightning, aiming straight for the demon's throat!
Although Muyaku spoke like that, he clearly understood the speed and power of Thunder Breathing sword techniques.
He didn't dare take it head-on. His figure dodged weirdly, while his mouth let out a string of short, bizarre syllables.
Following his chant, countless seashells scattered in the corners of the courtyard seemed to be awakened by an invisible force!
They trembled violently, letting out a low buzzing hum, their surfaces glowing with an eerie blood-red light!
Swish swish swish!
Countless seashells shot densely towards Ryosuke!
Ryosuke's sword momentum stalled; where the blade passed, thunder faintly roared!
"Thunder Breathing, Second Form: Rice Spirit!"
Slash!
Five sharp, lightning-infused slashes struck the swarm of seashells!
But the number of seashells was simply too great. Although Ryosuke shattered a large area of them, his arm and back were still pierced by a few that slipped through the net.
"Hmph, a boor is a boor, only knowing how to swing a sword and hack."
Muyaku looked at Ryosuke with disdain.
"What the fuck are you babbling about! Die!"
Ignoring his injuries, Ryosuke abruptly raised his sword and charged forward!
Bang!
The sharp claws and the Nichirin Sword clashed, the powerful force making both of them retreat several steps.
Muyaku looked at his bloodstained hands, cursing in exasperation.
"Vulgar! You vulgar, boorish commoner!"
"What the hell are you whining about?"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow.
As an outstanding youth of the 21st century.
He had long been baptized by the toxicity of League of Legends and Honor of Kings.
He didn't even know how many times he had fought in the flame wars to defend his family tree.
Muyaku's petty insults had zero lethal force or insulting value to his ears; they were even adorably stupid.
Muyaku was absolutely furious. Ryosuke sheathed his long sword, leaning forward with a wide stance.
Suddenly, steaming breath exhaled from Ryosuke's nose and mouth. Lightning surged around his body, rumbling loudly!
"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash, Threefold!"
Slash!
The sword hummed sharply, and Ryosuke had already turned into thunder and slashed forward!
Muyaku hurriedly waved his hand to defend, but was knocked back several steps.
Before he could catch his breath, the second and third slashes followed one after another!
Muyaku stumbled to defend, taking a slash to his chest from Ryosuke, and his whole body flew backward like a blood bag.
Just as Ryosuke was about to take his life while he was down, his consciousness began to blur.
Muyaku stood up, a cold sneer hooking the corner of his mouth.
"My Blood Demon Art: Nightmare Conch Melody, doesn't just control these little toys."
He swiped his fingertip in the air, and countless streams of blood aura sprouted from Ryosuke's wounds, quickly entangling him!
"Its essence lies in seeing through the human heart, stimulating the most primitive and burning desires deep within the soul!"
"Lust, greed, desire for power, gluttony... no matter what it is, it will be infinitely magnified, drowning you in a whirlpool of desires!"
As his last syllable fell, Ryosuke only felt a chaotic stream of consciousness rushing at him!
Everything in front of him instantly twisted, fractured, and rapidly faded away.
He felt as if he had plunged into a land of nothingness, and control over his body was rapidly slipping away.
"Now then, vulgar Demon Slayer."
Muyaku grinned widely: "Let me see what kind of filthy, disgusting desires are hidden beneath your boorish skin!"
He tapped his fingertip, the blood aura surged, quietly sneaking into the depths of Ryosuke's consciousness, preparing to pry, toy with, and ultimately completely destroy this Demon Slayer's soul!
[Kill him! Cut him into eight pieces! Chop him into minced meat!]
Eh?
Muyaku: o_0?
Muyaku pulled out of Ryosuke's consciousness.
I must have opened it the wrong way.
Comforting himself like this, he dove back in once more.
[Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!]
[Hack him to death! Mince him to pieces! Crush him! Leave him in the sun! Grind his bones to dust!]
An incredibly pure killing intent suddenly erupted.
In Ryosuke's consciousness, scenes of Muyaku being decapitated, dismembered by countless sword flashes, and dragged out to be scorched by the sun played out over and over again.
Muyaku wailed in agony. His voice was no longer an elegant chant, but a desperate dirge!
Not a single trace of hesitation, fear, greed, or lust... only pure killing intent!
He just wanted to brutally kill Muyaku!
It was as if Muyaku had just watched an extremely terrifying horror movie, and he hurriedly withdrew from Ryosuke's consciousness.
He stumbled back a few steps, his pale face twisted and hideous.
"Lunatic! You're a complete and utter fucking lunatic!!"
He shrieked and roared, his elegance completely gone, leaving only hysterical madness.
"Is there nothing else in your mind besides killing me?!"
"You monster!! Monster!"
His psyche had suffered an unprecedented shock.
The Blood Demon Art he was so proud of, the one that toyed with people's hearts, had become a complete and utter joke in front of this Demon Slayer!
Ryosuke's mental world was frighteningly barren, yet terrifyingly pure!
Muyaku couldn't find a single flaw, because that pure killing intent was the only thing there.
Muyaku was enraged to the extreme. His black hair danced wildly as he let out a piercing roar.
"Since you only want to kill me, then go die!"
His body surged upward, his sharp claws carrying a shrill whistle that tore through the air, aiming straight for Ryosuke's head!
The aura of death gripped Ryosuke's throat.
Boom!
Right at this moment, a scorching flame light illuminated the night sky, descending from the heavens!
"Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!"