Muzan Aoki slowly walked to Muzan Kibutsuji, looking down at him.
"So tragic!"
Muzan Kibutsuji was covered in wounds.
Countless holes riddled his body; the left half of his upper body and the right side of his head were completely gone, revealing two hearts and three brains.
His flesh slowly writhed, regenerating at almost no speed.
"A traitor!"
Despair welled in Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes.
One Demon had already appeared; why was another appearing now?
This Demon was one he had created himself, yet it was unbelievably powerful.
"Ahhh!"
Muzan Kibutsuji tried to split again, but this time his body stopped just as it began to expand.
Aoki's expression was cold as he slowly raised his foot.
*Crack!
* Muzan Kibutsuji's right knee shattered.
Kanae Kochō and the others stared at the figure, covered in wounds, struggling on the ground, unable to believe their eyes.
Was this truly the progenitor of demons, who had wreaked havoc on the world for a thousand years, causing countless killings and deaths, a being so powerful as to inspire despair?
Could this Muzan Kibutsuji be an imposter?
They all knew that was clearly impossible.
In other words, Muzan Kibutsuji had truly exhausted all his tricks and reached his end.
Realizing this fact, everyone's hearts pounded wildly, but they still dared not relax, fearing that in the blink of an eye, Muzan Kibutsuji would recover and revert to his previous invincible state.
Only when they saw Muzan Kibutsuji completely dead could they be at ease.
"No, I can't die here! How could I die here?"
Muzan Kibutsuji dragged his body with his hands, crawling slowly, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
But the next moment...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blood burst from every vital joint on his body, his limbs twisted unnaturally.
"Ah!"
Muzan Kibutsuji screamed in despair.
Not from physical pain, but from the fear of death.
Aoki gripped Muzan Kibutsuji's neck and lifted him up.
Muzan Kibutsuji stared at Aoki with his last eye, his gaze filled with pain, regret, resentment, and fear. A single
wrong decision back then had led him to this end.
Intense regret gnawed at his heart, causing his body to convulse.
Aoki suddenly smiled: "Muzan Kibutsuji, do you remember? Our first meeting was in a similar scene, only the roles were reversed!"
Muzan Kibutsuji didn't speak.
Because Aoki's hand was gripping his neck so tightly, he couldn't open his mouth.
Aoki didn't want to listen to him at all, and continued on his own.
"Kibutsuji Muzan, with the crimes you've committed, you should have been torn to pieces, tortured to the point of death before being executed.
However, I've thought about it and decided against it.
Everyone, including myself, probably just wants you dead as soon as possible.
So, you're very lucky."
After saying that, an invisible vortex slowly appeared around Aoki's palm.
"No, no, no!"
Kibutsuji Muzan's body trembled, his eyes filled with fear, but he couldn't escape Aoki's palm at all.
[Kill Kibutsuji Muzan, the final mission "Path of the Demon King" is complete, and the reward has been issued.] [
"The White Walkers (★★)" has successfully advanced to "King of the White Walkers (★★☆)".]
Two notifications echoed in his mind.
Aoki paid no attention and slowly lowered his arm.
It was over.
It was all over.
A full year had passed since he was turned into a Demon in the accident.
In that year, he had barely rested.
Searching for Demons, slaying Demons, honing his combat skills and fighting spirit, his strength gradually increasing.
Finally, his "Oni" level reached its maximum, and he killed Muzan Kibutsuji.
This feud was finally over.
"I wonder if Master's soul is still there. If it is, seeing this scene, he should be able to leave in peace, right?"
Aoki looked at the sky, a relaxed smile on his face, and turned to walk towards where Kanae Kochō and the others were.
Everyone stared at him blankly, their gazes following his movements, all looking hesitant to speak.
Just as Aoki was about to speak, Tamayo suddenly stepped forward.
"Mr. Aoki, is Muzan Kibutsuji dead?"
Too excited, she completely forgot about concealing Aoki's real name.
However, no one noticed such a small detail at this moment; everyone was focused on Aoki, waiting for his answer.
Some of them were seeing Aoki devour a Demon for the first time and didn't understand what that scene meant; those who did know hoped to hear more definitive information from him.
Aoki didn't keep them in suspense: "Dead! Dead beyond dead! From this day forward, there will be no more Muzan Kibutsuji in this world!"
After a brief silence,
"That's great!"
Mitsuri Kanroji jumped up and down in joy, her fair face flushed with excitement, making her exceptionally alluring.
Uzui Tengen made no attempt to hide his excitement, bursting into laughter: "Hahaha, good riddance! Good riddance!"
"Sister!"
Shinobu Kochō suddenly looked at Kanae Kochō.
Kanae Kochō grasped her sister's hand, smiling.
"That's wonderful, Shinobu!"
She turned to look at Aoki.
Defeating Kibutsuji Muzan without any casualties was an unimaginable development.
All of this was thanks to Aomura Kazuhiko.
When they first met at Mount Natagumo, she never imagined things would turn out this way.
Perhaps,
the best decision she ever made was keeping Aomura Kazuhiko, giving them an opportunity to cooperate.
Rengoku Kyoujuro remained silent for a moment, then a radiant smile appeared on his face.
Unexpectedly, the Demon Slayer Corps' thousand-year dream would come true in their generation.
Their father would be so happy to hear this news, wouldn't he?
Tokito Muichiro's expression was dazed; the inexplicable anger in his heart slowly dissipated, and familiar memories kept surfacing in his mind.
Himejima Gyomei clasped his hands together, two streams of tears flowing down his face.
Shinazugawa Sanemi, who seemed to have been constantly filled with anger, softened his expression, and a look of relief appeared in Iguro Obanai's cold eyes.
Giyu Tomioka stood to one side, his face expressionless, but his eyes were incredibly gentle: "Sister, Sabito, we defeated Muzan Kibutsuji! No one will ever be harmed by Demons again."
Hearing Aoki's words, Tamayo felt all her strength drain away. She slowly collapsed to the ground, laughing and crying at the same time, a far cry from her usual elegance and composure.
Hahaha, dead! That damned Demon is finally dead!
Hundreds of years of waiting have finally blossomed.
She could die without regrets.
Just then, a hand appeared before her. Tamayo looked up.
Aoki smiled.
Tamayo wiped away her tears, took Aoki's hand, and stood up.
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