Tonight, the Ubuyashiki Residence was exceptionally peaceful. Outside its main gate stood a young man in a suit, a vertical slit in his scarlet eyes.
It was Michael.. Muzan Kibutsuji. He had only come to the Ubuyashiki Residence after receiving a clear report from Nakime that Seiichi had appeared in a distant area.
Let me see what you're really trying to do, Ubuyashiki.
He thought to himself, then strode forward with powerful momentum radiating from his body, causing the surrounding vegetation to sway without wind.
Bang!
The gate of the Ubuyashiki Residence was directly broken open, and a huge wave of air surged into the empty courtyard.
Stepping slowly forward, Muzan Kibutsuji's loud footsteps echoed throughout the entire compound.
The shoji opened, revealing Ubuyashiki Amane and Ubuyashiki Kagaya lying on the tatami mat.
"Cough, cough!"
Ubuyashiki Kagaya's occasional coughs made Muzan Kibutsuji frown.
"Ubuyashiki, you disappoint me greatly."
"Cough, cough, is that Muzan? Amane, what does Muzan look like?"
Ubuyashiki Kagaya seemed somewhat excited. His eyes were blind, unable to see anything, so he could only ask Ubuyashiki Amane.
"He is a middle-aged man in a suit, with red eyes."
"Yes, yes, are you Muzan? The Muzan we've been searching for hundreds of years."
"Ubuyashiki, your appearance makes me feel pathetic."
"I apologize for disappointing you. Our family members not only tend to die young, but their lifespans are also extremely short. This is all because... cough, cough!"
Ubuyashiki Kagaya coughed up blood, and Amane quickly wiped it with a handkerchief.
"Because a demon appeared in our family. He devoured countless people and created more demons, turning the human world into hell. He is you, cough, cough, Muzan Kibutsuji."
"Ridiculous. What you say holds no meaning."
Muzan's scarlet eyes revealed disdain.
"No, that's not it. We are not gathered here for meaning, but for emotion, for will."
"Muzan, you have killed far too many people, so there will be far too many people who wish to kill you."
"Enough. I've heard enough of your formalities."
Muzan impatiently interrupted, his right hand gradually extending sharp claws.
"Are you ready to die?"
Sighing softly, Ubuyashiki Kagaya said no more, only tightly gripping his wife Amane's hand.
"You've worked hard, Amane."
"It's what I should do."
At that instant, the air stilled. Red light emerged from the floor, dust in the air slowly floated upward, water droplets in the air vaporized into nothingness, and flames erupted from the shattered floor—huge flames! Surging flames!
Immediately following was immense light and heat. Boom! Muzan Kibutsuji and the Ubuyashiki couple at the epicenter were instantly engulfed. The ground fire rapidly ascended, and the entire small compound was launched into the sky.
A massive explosion covered the entire Ubuyashiki Residence and the surrounding land. A colossal mushroom cloud rose into the air, and a huge shockwave surged outwards from the Ubuyashiki Residence.
Everyone in the headquarters heard the enormous sound, and the firelight and mushroom cloud covering the sky indicated its direction.
The Ubuyashiki Residence! Master!
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Without the slightest hesitation, they raced towards that direction.
Half a mangled body crashed heavily to the ground from the sky. The charred head's blood vessels pulsed, rapidly returning to normal, and the charcoal-like body's flesh squirmed, regrowing arms and a lower body.
Slowly, he got back up, standing again, an expression of disbelief on his hideous face.
This person's hatred for me was like a venomous snake hidden beneath his gentle exterior.
Which means, there can't be just this one trap.
Around Muzan, blood spheres floated into the air, encircling him.
"This is Blood Demon Art!?"
The blood spheres rapidly expanded, extending countless blood thorns that pierced Muzan's entire body. The spikes embedded in Muzan's flesh then rooted and sprouted, firmly immobilizing Muzan.
"It doesn't matter, I just need to absorb it!"
A hand directly plunged into Muzan's chest. It was Tamayo, who was wearing a concealment charm.
"Tamayo! Why are you here!"
"You didn't expect this did you, Muzan. You have already absorbed my hand. Do you know what's inside!"
Tamayo's forehead was sweating, her arm tightly embedded in Muzan's body.
"It's the Human Transformation Drug!"
"This is impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible. Originally, I couldn't do it alone, but..."
"Tamayo, do you know what you're doing! Did I kill your husband and child? No! It was you! You ate them!"
Muzan's demonic face spewed words burning with rage.
Tamayo's face showed pain, and tears streamed from her eyes.
"Becoming a demon was the biggest mistake of my life, so tonight, you and I will die here together, Muzan!"
Tamayo almost roared it out.
"I beg you, Himejima-san!"
Muzan's expression changed. Turning around, he saw a burly monk rushing towards him, wielding a rapidly spinning spiked flail. The flail was crimson as blood. With a single swing, a surging force accompanied by a sonic boom came towards Muzan's back!
"Moon Breathing—Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Wheel Tail!"
The first to come to the rescue was Upper Moon One, Kokushibo!
The massive sword energy violently collided with the fiery red spiked flail! The stirred dust covered the raging flames.
In the blink of an eye, two more figures arrived beside Muzan: Upper Moon Two Douma, and Upper Moon Three Akaza. Muzan's lips curved into a smile. He had brought the three Upper Moons as a precaution when he came, yet he still underestimated Ubuyashiki's hatred and decisiveness. After the explosion, the three unprepared demons were directly blown away.
By the time they rushed back, they had already seen Himejima swinging his spiked flail and charging towards Muzan. The fastest, Kokushibo, reacted swiftly.
Around the area, the various Hashira also arrived. They looked at the situation in the field, and Himejima roared.
"He is Muzan!"
Everyone, their eyes already bloodshot, drew their Nichirin Swords upon hearing this.
But! They did not charge forward!
Behind Himejima, amidst the ruins, Seiichi, who had been waiting for a long time, let out a deep breath.
In his ice-blue eyes, an exquisite lotus flower slowly rotated. On his forehead, a blue lotus pattern appeared between his brows.
The blade of the pure white Nichirin Sword, held in both hands, gradually turned crimson, then deep red, then purplish-red, and finally a profound blue. There was no crackling sound in the air, because everything that approached the blue blade turned to dust!
Air currents circulated at high speed within Seiichi's body. He took a running stance, his right foot unleashing a surging force that compressed the ten-meter radius of ground beneath him into crystals!
"Void Breathing—Ultimate Form: Annihilation!"