Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

“It’s true that the thirteenth form of Sun Breathing is like that, but why did she tell me that?

Was it because of contempt? Provocation? Or something else…"

A series of questions churned and fermented in his mind, but Tanjiro had no other choice.

The only solution now is to use the God of Fire Kagura - the Breathing of the Sun that can kill Muzan Kibutsuji.

Because even Giyu Tomioka, who is the most proficient in water breathing, is no match for her, let alone Tanjiro.

Shui Hu is not the best choice at all.

"The God of Fire, Kagura!" Tanjiro concentrated and shot an arc of red light towards Muzan, "First Form - Round Dance!"

"Crack!"

The several whips in front of Wuzan broke with a sound.

The black Nichirin Sword was stained with red light and was wielded by Tanjiro with great vigor, but Tanjiro did not dare to slack off at all.

He immediately used the second form, "Form 2 - Biluo Heaven!"

A vertical flame like the sun shines from top to bottom.

Then, "Three Types..."

Tanjiro attacked continuously, following the order of the sword forms, from 'One' to 'Twelve'.

After finishing level 12, he immediately started over again from level 1, and the cycle continued over and over again.

Sun Breathing is indeed different from other breathing methods. Other breathing methods will cause physical damage to Muzan's flesh, but Sun Breathing is like being burned by the mysterious power attached to the sun, making it difficult for Muzan to recover for a while.

In a moment of distraction, Muzan's whip was actually chopped off by Tanjiro.

Seeing Tanjiro holding the Nichirin Sword that belonged to Yoriichi Tsugakuni and slashing at him again, the not-so-distant memories suddenly revived in Muzan's mind.

The Tanjiro in front of me, the Tanjiro in the past, the Yoriichi Tsugikoku in my memory...

Their figures seemed to overlap.

——What should I do? If I let the water go any further, she might really be killed.

Once you are killed, it will happen again.

"but……"

Wuzan raised his hand and dropped it again.

"Do you want to continue...?"

She was really tired.

Rather than...

"Let's be free right here."

She suggested this to herself casually.

The flames were bright and the temperature around them rose rapidly.

Muzan gave up on regenerating his body and breathing. In this brief moment, she seemed to have returned to the time when she first arrived here, when she was about to go through the original plot again, and...

When you plan to live for yourself.

"What should I do?

Boss, do you want me to leave?"

At that time, she was admiring herself in the mirror. The original owner, Muzan, appeared in front of her for the first time, and she really seemed to see some hope.

That is an additional variable compared to before.

And now, she already knew everything she needed to know. Whether she continued her life this week or started over again, it made no difference.

——No, the only difference still exists.

That is……

Tanjiro's blade is already close to his neck.

Through Tanjiro's eyes, Muzan seemed to see Shimizu's, Giyuu's, and many other people with whom he once had shared memories.

Everyone was rushing towards her.

Everyone wants to kill her...

--Yes.

Even if life can be lived again, those memories are unique.

Those memories...

she……

"Zheng——!"

The sudden noise made Wuzan's mind go blank.

The sound of the pipa rang out almost at the same time as the red sword slashed down. The next moment, everyone except Muzan disappeared, and the blade that was supposed to cut her also disappeared, as if it had never existed in the first place.

This blood demon technique is Mingnu...

Muzan immediately understood that Mingnu must have mistakenly thought that he was at the end of his rope, so she came to his aid and teleported all the Demon Slayers to another place.

She wanted to save her...

Muzan didn't know whether to be moved or to laugh.

She came to Mingnu's side. Mingnu was still sitting quietly holding the pipa. Her posture was as elegant and dignified as usual, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Seeing Wuzan coming, Mingnu raised her eyes. Her watery eyes seemed to be filled with peony petals, quietly swaying on her eyes, with dewdrops on the tips of the petals, as if afraid to fall off.

Both of them did not speak tacitly.

Muzan used Mingnu's vision to check the direction of the swordsmen and found that all of them were falling down in an open space. It was bottomless and there was nothing around to grab.

Unless they can fly, the end result will be that they will be smashed to pieces.

Muzan sighed softly, breaking the deadlock between her and Mingnu: "Mingnu, teleport them back."

"Why?" Mingnu asked in confusion.

After asking, she immediately realized that something was wrong and pursed her lips.

Because in the past, she never asked Muzan "why". She just did whatever Muzan said.

Never refuted, never questioned.

But today, she not only asked back, but also didn't intend to do it...

As if she had anticipated the consequences, Mingnu lowered her head, frowned and remained silent.

——She thought, even if Lord Muzan wanted to torture her and kill her, she couldn’t send those people over.

Compared to Lord Muzan, her own life is nothing.

This was her choice...

"What? You don't even listen to me?" Muzan's voice of accountability came from above Mingnu's head.

Mingnu bit her lip, only to hear Muzan say again, "Oh, you actually think that I can die in their hands?"

When Mingnu heard this, her fingers holding the pick trembled violently: "Lord Muzan..."

"Alright." Wuzan's tone softened, "I won't die."

"..."

"I am the most perfect creature in the world, how can I die? You worry too much, Mingnu, please send them over here."

"..."

Since Muzan said so, Mingnu thought so too. How could Lord Muzan die at the hands of those people?

So she plucked the strings of the pipa, and according to Muzan's instructions, teleported the Demon Slayers who were still falling back.

The accelerating free fall came to an abrupt stop, the internal organs suddenly suspended in the air, and then, these people fell heavily to the ground in front of Muzan.

Although the whole process was thrilling, I was lucky enough not to be smashed into pieces.

"saved……"

"Ah, we're not dead!"

Zenitsu and Inosuke couldn't help but scream out.

However, when they saw the person in front of them clearly, their vigilance, which had just been relaxed, was raised again.

——It’s Muzan again!

Throwing them down a tall building and gathering them together again, what on earth does this Muzan want to do? !

The others also turned pale and stood up, drawing their swords and pointing them at Muzan.

Muzan, dressed in an elegant kimono, took two steps forward in an unusually gorgeous manner and said with a sweet smile, "Surprised? No, no... there are more surprising things to come.

"You should remember, right? I am no longer afraid of sunlight. Do you think you can kill me by beheading me? But I tell you..."

She pointed at Chanel, using Chanel as a representative of the Butterfly House that developed the poison.

"You can use the poison of wisteria flowers, a bomb that can destroy the entire house, and mix the bomb with all the substances you can think of that can hurt me, and then chop off my head...

"I won't die even if I do all these things at once."

"..." A flash of surprise passed through Beimingyu Xingming's eyes.

My Lord, I did mention this plan to him...

But how is it possible... How is it possible that this Muzan could be so sure? !