"Lord Tengen, urgent intelligence!"
A beautiful female ninja with a high ponytail and a voluptuous figure strode into the room.
"Urgent intelligence?"
Uzui Tengen sprang to his feet, took the intelligence report, and quickly began to read it.
He was tall, nearly two meters, with a strong yet not bulky physique. His short silver hair was tied back with a headdress, and he possessed a handsome and extraordinary appearance.
He was the Sound Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, and Yoshiwara was his assigned area.
"Upper Rank demons are fighting in Yoshiwara?"
After reading the report, Uzui Tengen's gaze sharpened, but his brows quickly furrowed.
Something was wrong!
Upper Rank demons were usually nowhere to be seen, yet two had suddenly appeared—this was highly unusual.
More importantly, the Twelve Demon Moons were all Muzan Kibutsuji's direct subordinates; why would they be fighting for no reason?
"Could it be a trap?"
Uzui Tengen quickly considered another possibility: "Could it be related to Aomura?"
Since the Pillars meeting, Aomura had been a key focus of his attention, and he had analyzed Aomura's strength with the other Pillars afterward.
Being able to kill Lower Moon Three despite Upper Moon Three's obstruction, Aomura likely possessed strength comparable to an Upper Moon.
"Let's have a grand showdown!"
Uzui Tengen smiled, picked up his long sword, and slung it behind his back.
"Hinatsuru, immediately report the intelligence to headquarters and have the Master send reinforcements. Remember to specify that one of them is suspected to be Aomura!"
"Lord Tengen, what about you?" Hinatsuru looked worried.
Uzui Tengen grinned, his gaze firm and bright.
"I'll go first!"
Whether it was Aomura or an Upper Moon, they were both very important targets.
They had to catch them by the skin of their teeth!
…
Boom!
A large hole was torn in the roof, and sharp, blood-red blades frantically sliced through everything around them, rubble and wood chips flying everywhere, dust billowing.
Aoki appeared behind Gyutaro, unleashing a punch like a cannonball, the air vibrating and rumbling like thunder.
Gyutaro didn't have time to turn around; his body jolted, and a torrent of blood spurted out, transforming into countless slashes that swirled around him, forming an even larger meat grinder.
"Blood Demon Art, Leaping Bow!"
Aoki ignored the blood-red blades slicing through his arm, slamming his fist into Gyutaro's head.
Bang!
Half his head exploded, and Gyutaro barely managed to stay upright, wielding his blood scythe and sweeping it backward.
Aoki's arm had already healed completely.
"Aoki Style, Death's Decree!" Clang! Clang! Clang
! Clang!
The two exchanged blows rapidly, fists and blood scythes colliding repeatedly.
Gyutaro gritted his teeth, but his attacks were quickly overwhelmed.
His technique was more refined, but his power was far inferior.
...
"Too strong!"
The short-haired youth gripped the roof tiles tightly, trying to overcome his trembling body.
He knew that demons were monsters far stronger than humans, but these two demons today, especially the black-haired one, completely shattered his understanding of demons.
"Can humans really handle these monsters?" the short-haired youth muttered to himself.
Even from this distance, the terrifying aura made his hands and feet go cold, and he felt no will to resist.
The long-haired youth took a deep breath: "Demons are all monsters, and the Twelve Demon Moons are monsters among monsters. We ordinary members definitely can't handle them, but the Pillars can!"
"Pillars?"
The short-haired youth's eyes lacked confidence.
He had never seen a Pillar.
But even the strongest Pillar was still human.
Could a human body truly contend with such a powerful demon?
"Oh no! The battle is about to end!"
The long-haired youth's expression changed, no longer caring about his companion's thoughts.
...
Bang!
Aoki delivered a powerful punch, the Blood Scythe flew through the air, and Gyutaro's body leaned back uncontrollably, his chest exposed.
"Aoki Style, Storm!"
Aoki's movements changed, his attack suddenly becoming as fierce as a storm.
*Thud thud thud!
* A hole exploded in Gyutaro's body, his face growing increasingly crazed.
The copious amount of blood gushing from the wound suddenly condensed, forming swirling vortexes.
To cause trouble for the defector, he needed to inflict massive damage at once, slowing down the recovery process, thus buying him and his sister a chance to escape.
The next moment.
Gyutaro's gaze froze.
"Have you forgotten something?"
Before the Blood Blade Tornado, Aoki's figure appeared out of thin air above Gyutaro's head.
"Damn it! Damn it! His ability has no restrictions? Why? Why was such a demon born?"
Gyutaro gritted his teeth, his face contorted with intense resentment and hatred.
A cold wind swept by, and his head fell off silently.
Blood spurted from the wound, transforming into a storm of sharp blades that shot into the sky.
Aoki's figure flashed, appearing to the side.
"It's over, Aoki-ryu, Storm!"
Fists, elbows, legs, knees... the attacks rained down like a storm.
Gyutaro flew up, then crashed heavily to the ground, his body like a tattered rag doll, all his flesh and blood destroyed, his regenerative abilities completely collapsed.
"Cough cough cough!"
The head rolling to the side coughed up blood.
Aoki exclaimed, "He hasn't lost consciousness yet!"
The stronger the demon, the less human-like it becomes.
Newborn demons, struck on the head, easily lose consciousness.
Daki, after her body collapses, also falls into a coma.
But these Upper Moons, perhaps only true death can make them lose consciousness.
"Cough cough cough, where's my... my sister?" Gyutaro asked.
Aoki glanced at him, walked to Daki's side, picked her up, and tossed her next to Gyutaro.
Gyutaro's fingers twitched, barely managing to grasp Daki's hand. His expression suddenly calmed considerably. He turned his eyes to Aoki again: "I never thought I'd die at the hands of a demon."
Aoki said, "Don't worry, you won't be alone. Soon, Muzan Kibutsuji will join you!"
Gyutaro gave him a deep look, then slowly closed his eyes.
"I don't know the locations of the other Upper Moons."
"What a pity."
Aoki sighed. He had thought there might be some unexpected gains.
But oh well.
He couldn't expect all the good things in the world to happen to him.
Aoki stretched out his arm and placed it on Gyutaro and Daki.
"Swallow!"
An invisible vortex appeared, instantly engulfing them all.
[Strength +1.]
[Free Skill Points +1.]
[Killed Upper Moon Six Gyutaro and Daki, gaining 1500 experience points.]
[Congratulations, you've leveled up!] "
Attribute points, skill points, 1500 experience points... As expected of an Upper Moon demon, so rich! And this is only the Sixth Seat. I wonder what rewards I'll get for killing Kokushibo?"
A glint of anticipation appeared in Aoki's eyes.
Of course,
he was just thinking about it.
With his current strength, he was probably no match for Kokushibo.
Glancing at the two Demon Slayer Corps members spying from a distant rooftop, Aoki's figure suddenly vanished.
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