Facing Xia Feng's incoming strike, Gyutaro gritted his teeth and raised the sickle-shaped weapon in his hand, trying to block the attack.
However—
Before his weapon was even halfway up, Xia Feng's blade changed direction mid-swing.
Gyutaro's pupils shrank.
How is that possible?!
A last-second change in trajectory like that completely exceeded the limits of human reaction speed.
Is this man really human?!
In the instant that thought flashed through his mind—
His right hand fell to the floor, severed cleanly.
The dull thud of the hand hitting the ground sent cold sweat pouring down Gyutaro's face.
Just like Daki—
His hand did not regenerate.
He stared at Xia Feng in horror.
Among demons, the only being capable of disabling the regeneration of the Twelve Kizuki was Muzan Kibutsuji himself.
For a brief moment, Gyutaro almost collapsed to his knees.
Could Xia Feng actually be… Lord Muzan?
But the next second his rationality returned.
Impossible.
Even with his knees he could figure that out.
Why would Muzan send people to assassinate himself every day?
Gyutaro tightened his grip on the sickle with his left hand and decisively cut away a portion of his own forearm.
The severed flesh curled together, stopping the bleeding.
Although the hand couldn't regrow, at least he wouldn't bleed to death.
This single action clearly showed the difference in combat experience between him and Daki.
Watching this, Xia Feng nodded slightly.
Setting aside the conflict between humans and demons—
Gyutaro's combat judgment was genuinely impressive.
Uzui Tengen shouted excitedly,
"As expected of Mr. Xia Feng!"
At the same time, he rushed behind the two demons, forming a pincer attack with Xia Feng.
Gyutaro stared at Xia Feng warily.
At this point, escape was almost impossible.
Facing two Hashira-level fighters, his only hope was the unique rule of Upper Rank Six—
They would only die if both siblings' heads were cut off simultaneously.
However…
In front of Xia Feng, even that probably wouldn't work.
Sweat poured down Gyutaro's face as he stepped in front of Daki, shielding her.
Seeing this, Xia Feng shook his head.
"Such deep sibling affection. Quite touching."
Uzui froze slightly.
For a moment, he was afraid Xia Feng might actually say he would spare them.
Under everyone's gaze, Xia Feng looked at the siblings thoughtfully.
"Judging from your behavior, I can guess that when you were human… you probably suffered a lot."
Gyutaro shouted angrily,
"Of course we suffered! Far more than you people who grew up in comfort!"
Xia Feng maintained a faint smile.
"If you've experienced pain, then you should understand how cruel it is to inflict that pain on others."
"Knowing that, yet still choosing a path that spreads suffering… isn't that the greatest kind of corruption?"
Gyutaro froze for a moment before grinding his teeth.
"What do you know?!"
"This is revenge!"
"And after becoming demons, do you think we even have choices? If we disobey that man, he can kill us instantly through our blood. We don't even have the chance to resist!"
The more he spoke, the louder his voice became.
He clearly believed his argument was irrefutable.
Meanwhile, the smile on Xia Feng's face slowly disappeared.
He looked at Gyutaro coldly.
"Among the people you killed and devoured… how many were actually the ones who harmed you?"
"Those who wronged you are long dead."
"Now you're just eating random people. You still call that revenge?"
Gyutaro stared blankly.
Xia Feng sneered and continued.
"There's a member in the Demon Slayer Corps named Tanjiro Kamado. You've heard of him, right?"
"After all, Muzan has been obsessed with him."
Gyutaro nodded.
"Lord Muzan once showed us that memory."
Xia Feng spoke calmly.
"Tanjiro has a younger sister named Nezuko."
"After becoming a demon, she broke free from Muzan's control through sheer willpower."
"Muzan cannot kill her through blood. He cannot command her. He can't even track her location."
"A little girl managed to break free and gain her freedom. She even joined the Demon Slayer Corps to oppose Muzan."
"And you?"
"You stand here claiming it's impossible, using it as an excuse to slaughter innocent people one after another."
Xia Feng's eyes turned icy.
"Being a demon isn't tragic."
"The tragic ones are demons who still think they're innocent."
"Filth that believes itself justified."
The moment the final words fell—
Xia Feng's blade flashed.
Gyutaro was caught off guard.
At the last second, he tried to raise his weapon to block.
But—
He could no longer complete that action.
In Xia Feng's left hand, invisible threads had already wrapped around his limbs.
Under normal circumstances, Gyutaro could easily snap them.
But in this critical instant—
That brief delay decided everything.
The blade flashed.
Gyutaro's head flew into the air.
Behind him, Daki watched in horror.
"B-Brother!!"
She grabbed his shoulders desperately.
"You can regenerate, right?! My head hasn't been cut yet! You can still regenerate, right?!"
But the only answer she received was Gyutaro's lifeless body.
Under Daki's despairing gaze—
His body began to turn into ash.
Daki collapsed to the ground.
Xia Feng looked at her quietly.
"Now then…"
"Can you tell me where the Demon Slayer you captured is?"
Uzui swallowed hard while standing nearby.
Before meeting Xia Feng, he knew the man had incredible achievements.
But since Xia Feng usually behaved casually and cheerfully, Uzui never truly felt the weight of his reputation.
Now—
He finally understood how Xia Feng's terrifying reputation among demons had spread.
When this man fought…
He was truly ruthless.
Compared to this, Uzui felt his own "flashiness" had lost completely.
Under Xia Feng's gaze, Daki trembled.
Finally, she raised a shaking hand and pointed downward.
"Underground…"
"I hid them… underground…"
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