Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Muzan felt annoyed: "When are you going to stop bothering me?!"

His voice carried 70% anger, 20% frustration, and a trace of helplessness and pain.

So what if he killed a few of their relatives? Why do they have to keep harassing him and chasing after him?

Even knowing that these people were not mentally sound, Muzan still felt deeply powerless.

To him, it was like encountering a group of mentally ill people who were always blocking his way and preventing him from moving forward.

"Only you! Only you are unforgivable!" Tanjiro roared, veins bulging on his forehead, all his strength poured into this one move. "You will pay for the sin of hurting Nezuko!"

As the saying goes, don't bite the bullet and fight someone's anger.

Can't beat it.

The hardest time to win is when you're in the middle of a burst of energy.

The extremely weakened Muzan chose to temporarily avoid the attack. He withdrew and retreated, the fleshy whips on his body supporting him on the ground, creating better conditions for his retreat. He was about to get out of Tanjiro's attack range.

"Kid, I don't remember who you're talking about at all," Muzan said expressionlessly.

Tanjiro's jaw was grinding together, making a grinding sound.

This guy showed absolutely no remorse.

The attack is going to miss!

Damn it! This was a golden opportunity!!!

Tanjiro was filled with regret, wishing he could have been faster.

Just as the two were calm and anxious, the surrounding blood crystals cracked open on their own, suddenly rising up like a wall and pressing towards Muzan.

"Hmm?" Muzan's pupils contracted slightly, and Ikuko's face immediately flashed into his mind. "That woman!"

He's already so weak he can't keep up with these good-for-nothings, why is he still hindering him?

Muzan was furious, while Tanjiro's face regained its joy.

You've been a huge help, Ms. Yuko!

Muzan swung his tentacles, shattering the walls of blood crystals, but his pace was ultimately slowed.

"Drink!" Tanjiro shouted, and the blade wrapped in orange-red flames streaked through the air in a dazzling arc, encircling Muzan once.

"Cough~" A long gash was cut open on Muzan's body. The intense heat from the Sun Breathing slash burned his body, causing his brain to tremble.

This damn breathing technique!

but……

"Unfortunately, if you could wield that red blade, you might cause me even more trouble." Muzan's wounds were gradually repaired.

Even in his current extremely weakened state, Muzan's regenerative abilities are still beyond what anyone can imagine, far exceeding the regenerative speed of the Upper Moons.

Ultimately, if it weren't for Tamayo's poison, what difference would it make if it were a Crimson Blade?

Apart from the woman's crimson blade and blood demon magic, which could cause him trouble, no one else, not even the blind monk's crimson blade, could do anything to him.

Like that monster, the Crimson Blade that could completely block his regenerative abilities no longer exists.

Tanjiro gritted his teeth, refusing to succumb to self-doubt despite Muzan's trash talk, and continued to wield the sword form of Sun Breathing.

Whether it was Ms. Yuko's explanation to him or Mr. Yoriichi's demonstration in the memories of his ancestors in his dreams.

The thirteenth form of Sun Breathing, when combined with the first twelve forms, can pose a threat to Muzan.

Muzan was entangled by Tanjiro and unable to break free for a while, but fortunately, the breathing technique that he feared did not exert the power he expected in Tanjiro's hands.

Even with the same sword shape, the power can vary greatly depending on the user.

Muzan's wounds kept appearing and being repaired, and apart from being more physically exhausted, they posed no real threat.

On the other hand, Tanjiro was being slashed and bloodied by Muzan's fleshy whips that were lashing out with sonic booms.

"He should be about to collapse by now, shouldn't he?" Muzan thought to himself, looking at Tanjiro's inhuman state.

He didn't even have the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to eat Tanjiro; he just wanted to turn around and run away.

Contrary to expectations, even though Tanjiro was soaked in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he was covered in wounds, he still did not make a move to retreat.

Looking at that crimson, blood-red face that seemed to have crawled out of the depths of hell, Muzan suddenly felt a little scared.

Is this guy a monster? He's already injured like this, how can he still move?

Tanjiro's vision was blurred by blood, and only one thought remained in his mind.

We won't give him a chance to escape; we must keep him occupied.

Soon! Just hang in there a little longer, and the sun will rise!

"Since you want to die, then die." Muzan said coldly, and a fleshy whip came at supersonic speed.

Tanjiro felt a tingling sensation in his back and a chill run through his body. Before he could react, a powerful thrust pierced his abdomen.

"What?!" Muzan said this. He originally wanted to stab Tanjiro away, but Tanjiro actually grabbed his tentacle tightly and bound him to the spot.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Muzan raised another tentacle and lashed Tanjiro across the chest with a whip, sending the defenseless Tanjiro flying.

"Ugh~" Tanjiro spat out a mouthful of blood and slid a long way across the ice.

Tanjiro's departure did not bring Muzan much joy, because a figure as swift as lightning flashed in front of him.

Behind that figure, a ray of morning sun was slowly rising.

"Breath of Thunder·Shape of Seven·Fire Thunder God!"

Zenitsu's body was increasingly strained by using this move once again.

In fact, if it weren't for Yu Zi's continuous treatment, his legs might have been ruined long ago.

Zenitsu's figure transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, cleaving through the blood crystals in his path without even being able to retreat. He used his own power to split the blood crystals in his way.

Like a golden drill breaking through rock, golden lightning flashed past and appeared behind Muzan, his body trembling slightly as he stood up.

Ouch, that hurts!

I feel like my legs are going to give out~

Zenitsu cried out mournfully.

"hateful!"

Muzan let out a roar, and a spurt of blood gushed from his neck.

Immediately afterward, without giving him any time to react, Sanemi Shinazugawa's figure also attacked.

"Wind Breathing - Eighth Form - First Fierce Wind Slash!"

Shinazugawa Sanemi's body transformed into a gust of wind, rushing forward at lightning speed.

Faced with this powerful attack, Muzan turned around with a ferocious expression, having no intention of fighting him at all.

Because the sun has risen!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!" Muzan was furious. Flesh and blood began to grow on his body, forming armor that covered his body.

There's still time! There's still a chance!

But with the dawn sun, he still has a chance to escape!