It seemed the Twelve Kizuki weren't very kind to their subordinates. They blew off their followers' heads at the slightest provocation. They definitely weren't as considerate as the Demon Slayer Corps. As a decent person, Su Chen couldn't stand leaders like that.
Without a second thought, Su Chen kicked the door open.
The loud bang startled every demon in the room.
"A human?!" All the demons stared at Su Chen, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
A metallic shing rang out. Su Chen, his face masked, slowly drew the Nichirin Blade from his waist. A powerful aura immediately enveloped the entire room.
"Is he a Hashira?!" the headless demon exclaimed in shock. "How did he get to the top of the mountain?!"
Rokuro, the Lower Rank Two, glanced past Su Chen and out the broken door. He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw no one else. The intelligence he had received said the arriving Hashira was supposed to be a woman, and she would be accompanied by many team members. This masked man in black didn't fit that description.
"He's not a Hashira." Rokuro's mood instantly brightened, and he showed a cruel smile. "He must be a lost lamb, right?"
"Not a Hashira?"
Hearing their leader say this, the other demons relaxed.
"Heh heh heh! I thought someone strong had come, but it turns out it's just a little weakling!" one hissed.
"I'm a bit hungry right now," another added.
"With such thin arms and legs, there doesn't seem to be enough for everyone!"
The demons couldn't help but burst into laughter. As long as it wasn't a Hashira, in their eyes, other members of the Demon Slayer Corps were no different from food.
"But I didn't expect a meal to suddenly appear here!" The spider demon hanging upside down from the ceiling teased the drunk-looking demon leaning against the wall. "Old Duan, could this be your takeout order?"
"How could that be..."
The demon named Old Duan had just opened his mouth when his voice suddenly cut off. A cold glint flashed past his head.
Su Chen's figure appeared behind the demon, his Nichirin Blade already raised high. "Now, can someone listen to me?"
Silence.
The entire room fell into a deathly silence. Old Duan, who was just grinning, had his neck severed by the black-clad man in the next second. Su Chen's strike was so fast that none of the demons had reacted.
This was definitely Hashira-level reaction speed.
The spider demon hanging from the ceiling was the first to react. He suddenly spat a thick web of spider silk at Su Chen. This was his Blood Demon Art, Spider Web Restraint. As long as Su Chen touched it, he would be poisoned by spider venom. Even a Hashira would collapse to the ground. The spider demon already imagined himself avenging Old Duan.
But to his surprise, Su Chen's figure immediately vanished when he activated his Blood Demon Art.
Su Chen, once again, disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Up there!" a demon exclaimed.
All the demons looked up. They saw Su Chen, who had somehow broken through the roof, now flying in mid-air. A low voice quietly came from Su Chen's mouth.
"Bee Breathing, Sixth Form - Poisonous Vortex Rotation."
Combined with the wisteria he carried, Su Chen moved through the demons in the room at an extremely fast speed.
"Bee Breathing, Third Form - Swaying Dance!"
With this move, his speed surged again. While the demons were paralyzed by the wisteria, he successively cut off the neck of each one.
All of it was completed in an instant. From the moment Su Chen drew his sword to when he stopped, only two seconds had passed.
But at that very moment, Rokuro, who had been observing the situation, suddenly erupted. His hands were instantly covered in blood, and a powerful aura emanated from him.
"Got him!" Rokuro shouted, charging directly toward Su Chen.
Splat!
Blood splattered. Rokuro, clutching his own severed hands, painfully knelt on the ground. He uttered an incredulous sound: "How is this possible!!!"
"Nothing is impossible." A cold voice rang in Rokuro's ear. Su Chen's blade rested at Rokuro's neck. The powerful aura filled Rokuro with despair. The outcome of this battle was decided.
Rokuro's eyes were now filled with terror. What did he just see?
When the man in black severed the head of the last demon, he looked clearly exhausted. But when he saw Rokuro make a move, his body suddenly regained vitality. A hand, moving at extreme speed, had directly slapped him across the face. His Blood Demon Art was interrupted at that moment. The next moment, the opponent's body suddenly vibrated at high speed.
Then his hands were cut off.
He was defeated in one encounter. If his opponent had attacked first, he might have had his neck cut off.
Rokuro injected blood power into his hands, hoping to quickly regrow his limbs to continue fighting. But the next moment, he was dumbfounded.
No regeneration.
The severed parts of his arms had somehow grown dense, purple blisters, which were shocking to behold.
"How is this possible!!!"
Rokuro tried to stand up, but the excruciating pain that followed made him collapse to his knees again.
At this moment, Su Chen charged again.
Seeing this, Rokuro quickly lunged to the side, avoiding having his neck directly severed. But Su Chen cut off his legs instead. From ankle to thigh, Su Chen cleanly sliced them off.
Rokuro let out a painful roar: "This is impossible!!!"
He found that his severed legs also couldn't regenerate.
Su Chen couldn't help but smile at this. He had smeared his blade with high-concentration wisteria. Of course, it was difficult for this demon to regenerate.
The next moment, Su Chen was about to cut off his neck.
But Rokuro suddenly shouted: "Mukago, what are you waiting for!"
Lower Rank Four, Mukago?
Su Chen didn't hesitate and decisively severed Rokuro's neck.
Sure enough, the next moment, a violent impact struck Su Chen's original position.
Rokuro, whose neck was severed, shouted: "No! Why am I the one whose neck was cut off! Mukago, you idiot, couldn't you have come out sooner?!"
"No! I didn't know this man would be so fast!"
In Su Chen's sight, a new demon suddenly appeared in the room. She had snow-white hair and sharp horns, a round face, and a pair of crimson, tear-filled eyes. Her pupils, like Rokuro's, bore the inscription: Lower Rank Four.
Two Lower Rank demons? Su Chen maintained a good distance, standing back and observing the situation.
Mukago, upon her appearance, immediately began apologizing to Rokuro's head. This hypocritical scene made Su Chen quite uncomfortable.
"Alright, alright, Rokuro. Since your head has been cut off, just die in peace!" At this moment, another unfamiliar voice came, comforting Rokuro.
Somehow, another demon had appeared in the room. This demon was completely different from Mukago; he was a tall, thin demon with a face covered in terrifying scars.
His pupils bore the inscription: Lower Rank Three.
Lower Rank Three, Wazurai.