From Demon Slayer, the sword is invincible

Chapter 149: Muzan's Counterattack

"Damn it, Douma is dead, Gyoku is dead too, why did a Feng Xiaodao suddenly appear? Who will be the next one?"

An angry sound came from inside the ball.

"Eh, eh, eh... Please forgive me, please forgive me, it's all my fault!"

The terrified Bantian Dog had already started to kowtow and beg for mercy.

"Boring, but it doesn't matter. I don't have any expectations of you anyway!"

A cold and disappointed voice came from Meatball.

"Sir, please don't say such things. We will work hard!" Daki hurriedly persuaded, fearing that Muzan in the meat ball would completely give up on everyone.

"Effort? Haha, your efforts are useless. The Ubuyashiki clan has not been destroyed yet. What about Akaza's "Blue Blossom Lily"?

Why haven’t I found it after hundreds of years? I can’t find any reason for your existence!!”

As soon as these words were spoken, all the upper Xuan ghosts were shocked and felt the anger coming from Wuzhan Ping.

"Lord Muzan, we have found the clue to Higanbana. Unfortunately, Yuhu was killed by Feng Xiaodao of the Demon Slayer Corps while trying to find out the truth of the clue. We are very close to our goal!!"

Akaza lowered his head and said humbly that he didn't want to die yet, he hadn't become stronger yet, and he hadn't taken revenge on Feng Xiaodao yet.

"I... am speechless..., the Demon Slayer Corps... are hiding very well, and Kaze Kotobuki... is very strong!!" Kokushibo said calmly.

“Feng Xiaodao, Feng Xiaodao, you are such a hateful fellow! You have ruined all my plans. I will make you suffer unbearably! Ahhhhh!!”

A roar came from inside the meatball, the sound was full of anger and violence, as if it wanted to destroy everything around it. With this roar, the meatball began to expand at an alarming speed, like a balloon being blown up.

With a loud bang, the meatball exploded instantly, and countless pieces of meat splashed everywhere. In the center of the meatball, a figure appeared. His upper body was completely naked, revealing skin as pale as paper.

He was tall and slender, but he exuded a strange aura. His hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were flashing with madness and murderous intent.

None of the ghosts dared to look up at this figure, because this figure carried death and fear, and now also anger and hatred.

Muzan looked at the ghosts in front of him, and gently touched the huge scar on his chest with his hands. It took him several months to stop the scar from bleeding, but no matter how he recovered, the originally smooth skin would always be left with this humiliating scar, and the anger in his heart was difficult to calm down.

His originally perfect plan was completely ruined because of a member of the Demon Slayer Corps who suddenly appeared.

"Feng Xiaodao... I will remember you..." Muzan said gritting his teeth.

"Sir, please let me go. I will definitely kill Feng Xiaodao, a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, for you!" Akaza volunteered to fight.

Muzan took the clothes handed over by Mingnu and put them on. He sat casually on the throne without even looking at Akaza and said coldly:

"Can't you see your own strength clearly? Even I was injured by him, do you want to add a touch of merit to his blade?"

"I dare not. I just want to help you relieve your hatred!" Akaza said hurriedly.

Muzan's voice echoed in the air, carrying with it endless majesty and indifference. His eyes flashed with sparks of anger, as if he wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.

"For more than a hundred years, no Upper Xuan ghost has ever been killed. I am very sad. Don't be so happy to give me uncertain information. Akaza, you'd better find the Higanbana for me as soon as possible. My patience is running out!!"

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of every ghost.

Akaza wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and accepted the order respectfully. He knew that he had to complete the task as soon as possible. If he could no longer bring good news, the consequences would be disastrous.

The Dakimakura standing beside her asked tremblingly: "Sir, what should we do next?"

Her voice was filled with fear and anxiety, fearing that she would be the next victim.

Wuzan was silent for a moment, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. "You should work harder in the future. It seems that I have taken care of you because you are Shangxuanta, so you are useless now!!"

"The Demon Slayer Corps has become powerful. The trees are too lush and need to be pruned. If we can't cut down the trunks, then we can remove the branches and leaves. This way, you will have no nutrients and starve to death!" He swept his eyes over the crowd, revealing a resolute determination.

"From now on, the rest of you will focus on hunting down the Demon Slayer Corps! If you meet Feng Xiaodao, you'll be on your own! I won't fight for a bunch of trash like you." There was cold murderous intent in his voice, and his tone was filled with deep disappointment and anger.

Everyone bowed their heads to show that they obeyed. They knew Muzan's methods very well, and if they failed to complete the mission, only death would await them.

At this moment, Muzan showed his ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness as the Demon King, and also revealed his helplessness and cowardice towards Feng Xiaodao, and wanted to take revenge on Feng Xiaodao in this way.

"Yes, sir!" the ghosts responded in unison.

"Kuroshibo, you stay, the rest of you get out!!"

Kokushibo stopped and left, and the other demons left quickly without saying a word.

Muzan turned and looked at Kokushibo, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Kuroshibo, did you know that the Sun Breathing Technique has reappeared in the light of day?"

Kokushibo frowned slightly, and his long-forgotten memories began to scroll, "Sir, but Feng Xiaodao..."

"No matter who has mastered it, the Sun Breathing Technique that disappeared for so many years has reappeared. We are already facing a major crisis." Muzan interrupted him, "We failed to kill Feng Xiaodao last time, and the chances of killing him again are very slim."

Kokushibo's heart sank, and then he slowly asked, "Same as last time? Wait...for him to die...and then...clear the Sun Breathing Technique?"

Wuzan nodded and said, "We also need to expand our power. Go and select a group of people with potential and bring them to me to transform into ghosts.

Although they are all useless trash, they are still good as cannon fodder!"

"Yes, sir, I will definitely... complete the task." Kokushibo bowed his head and accepted the order.

"By the way, I heard that Feng Xiaodao has set up an action team specifically targeting blood vampires. Take care of it when you have time. Remember to be careful not to meet Feng Xiaodao. I don't want you to die like this!!" Wuzan said.

"Is he...really...that...strong?" There was a hint of doubt in Kokushibo's six eyes.

"Although he is not as strong as your brother, his talent is not bad. The only thing he lacks is time!!"

"Yuichi...?" Kokushibo murmured, tightening the knife in his hand.

Then Kokushibo turned and left, and the killing and misery seemed to begin again.

After the ghosts left, Muzan suddenly showed his hideous and unwilling expression. He tightly grasped the knife scar on his chest with his fingers, and blood flowed out from his fingers. No one could understand his anger and humiliation.

Then his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness. However, the anger in his heart did not dissipate, and his hatred for Feng Xiaodao became more and more profound...