This guy is not simple.
This thought involuntarily surfaced in the minds of the four demons present.
Anger's pupils trembled slightly as his head fell to the floor, his eyes glaring furiously at Sanemi Shinazugawa.
A Hashira, and one of the best among them.
Both his strength and speed far surpassed those Demon Slayers they encountered in Swordsmith Village before.
Sorrow and Pleasure stood by, cautiously on guard, while Joy picked up Anger's head and quickly reattached it.
As soon as his head was back on, Anger shouted at Sanemi Shinazugawa, clearly annoyed: "It's useless! My main body is hidden in a very secret place."
"You can't kill us."
After his last failure, he barely managed to keep his life thanks to Lord Muzan's timely assistance.
Benefiting from the imminent decisive battle with the Demon Slayer Corps, he was granted blood by Lord Muzan, becoming even more powerful than before, replacing the long-since defeated Akaza as the new Upper Rank Three.
Now, each of his Clones—Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Pleasure—possessed the strength of an Upper Rank Demon, and none of them were weaker than Daki and Gyuutarou once were.
If it weren't for the impending decisive battle with the Demon Slayer Corps, he believed Lord Muzan would never have accepted his failure and still granted him a boon. He had to kill a few Hashira to prove his worth; he didn't want to make another grave mistake and be obliterated by Lord Muzan.
He would use the head of this guy in front of him to prove it!
Presumably, Lord Muzan's anger would also subside somewhat.
"What useless nonsense are you spouting?" Sanemi Shinazugawa ignored him. As his expression grew more ferocious, his Nichirin Blade swiftly slashed at Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Pleasure.
Even though they now possessed the strength of an Upper Rank Demon, Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Pleasure were still like lambs to the slaughter, decapitated one by one.
"Can't dodge!"
Anger watched in horror as the other heads were also suspended in the air. All four of them had been decapitated simultaneously in an instant.
What a joke!
"So fast! Is it the Wind Hashira?" Anger speculated in horror.
Sanemi Shinazugawa declared wildly: "If once isn't enough, then twice. If twice isn't enough, then thrice. Let's see if your splitting speed is faster, or if my killing speed is."
"This... monster..." The demons felt a chill run down their spines.
Is this guy human or demon?
To be human and possess such a terrifying visage.
"Blood Demon Art..."
Seeing Sanemi Shinazugawa raise his Nichirin Blade, poised to chop them into pieces, the demons, who hadn't yet reattached their heads, quickly unleashed their respective Blood Demon Arts.
Anger's headless body slammed the staff in his hand onto the floor.
Pleasure waved his fan, and a fierce gust of wind suddenly swirled through the room.
Joy's head opened its mouth, and a ground-skimming shockwave swept out, overturning many wooden floorboards.
Sorrow, more directly, lunged at Sanemi Shinazugawa with a cross spear.
Seeing this formation, Sanemi Shinazugawa clicked his tongue and chose to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack.
Although he was reckless, he wasn't an idiot to foolishly take such an attack head-on.
Sanemi Shinazugawa was very fast. The pinwheel-patterned Demon Slayer Mark on his cheek had appeared at some point.
"That mark..." Seeing the Demon Slayer Mark appear on his cheek, the demons were shocked and also understood why this guy was so strong.
The demons seized the momentary retreat of Sanemi Shinazugawa to reattach their heads.
Sorrow spoke first: "We can't beat this monster in this state. Eat us."
Pleasure: "Hey, hey, I haven't gotten serious yet."
Joy: "No choice, this guy is not simple."
As they spoke, Anger had already moved. He chose to follow Sorrow's advice and quickly absorbed and devoured the other three.
The entire process took only two or three breaths, very quick.
Sanemi Shinazugawa, holding his Nichirin Blade, retreated to the side and watched cautiously.
He felt a considerable aura, his body trembling.
Not out of fear, but excitement.
Fusion?
Sanemi Shinazugawa grinned. Four slashes, one slash, it made no difference.
A small figure slowly emerged from the dust, with the pattern of thunder drums appearing on its back.
A young demon, named Zohakuten, stepped out of the dust. The character for 'Hatred' was on the thunder drums on his back, and one could vaguely see the faces of the four young men from before on this youth.
Sanemi Shinazugawa said in surprise: "Oh, you really got younger."
His aura was also incomparable to before. The combined aura of those four demons couldn't match this one now.
"Surrender now, and I can let you die painlessly," said the demon of hatred, the young demon named Zohakuten, with a calm expression.
Sanemi Shinazugawa sneered: "Is your brain not working?"
"What made you think you could kill me after fusing?"
No sooner had Sanemi Shinazugawa finished speaking than Zohakuten frowned and casually struck the thunder drums on his back with the drumstick in his hand.
Thump, thump!
Two dull drum sounds rang out, and several Wood Dragons broke through the floor, their ferocious heads staring intently at Sanemi Shinazugawa from afar.
"Trying to win by numbers?" Sanemi Shinazugawa mused.
He wasn't surprised, because the intelligence had already been forced upon him countless times by that woman.
Whether it was Muzan's own intelligence, or Kokushibou, or Douma.
Although the portraits were somewhat abstract, the features were clearly described, and he would definitely recognize them if he encountered them.
Hantengu's intelligence was completed by Tanjirou and the others.
To kill this guy, he had to kill his main body hidden elsewhere.
It was no wonder that Upper Rank Demons were so difficult to deal with. Without prior intelligence, any Hashira encountering one alone could be worn down to death by this guy.
Thump, thump!
Before he could observe further, two more dull drum sounds rang out.
Those dragon heads roared and charged towards him. The already cramped room could hardly accommodate these lively Wood Dragons, and the room was quickly crushed and shattered.
One Wood Dragon after another rushed to collide with Sanemi Shinazugawa.
"Too slow," Sanemi Shinazugawa easily avoided the Wood Dragons' attacks.
However, due to the narrowness of the room, the space in front of him was infinitely compressed by the Wood Dragons, which prevented him from breaking through their blockade.
"Tsk," Sanemi Shinazugawa's face darkened as he dodged the Wood Dragons' bites.
At this rate, he could only keep dodging; he had to chop these Wood Dragons into pieces.
Sanemi Shinazugawa was forced into the corridor by the Wood Dragons, and then, to avoid them, he had to leap into mid-air, where faint lights were vaguely visible below.
Bang!!!
Several Wood Dragons smashed through the door and chased him out.
Sanemi Shinazugawa seemed to give up struggling, hanging in mid-air, waiting for the Wood Dragons to crash into him.
Just as the Wood Dragons were about to hit him, his body forcibly twisted in mid-air, changing position.
The Wood Dragon brushed past Sanemi Shinazugawa's body, and he landed steadily on top of a Wood Dragon's head.
Sanemi Shinazugawa lowered his head slightly, exhaling, and slowly drew the Nichirin Blade from his waist.
"Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
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