Originally, the Serpent Hashira, Obanai Iguro, was supposed to be part of this mission. However, out of concern for Mitsuri Kanroji’s situation, he changed course and headed toward Yoshiwara.
Only Giyu Tomioka and Gyomei Himejima arrived at Sagiri Mountain, hoping that Urokodaki could help them find any clue about Nezuko’s whereabouts and protect her from falling into Muzan Kibutsuji’s hands.
But they never expected to encounter a demon more terrifying than Muzan himself.
Yes, in their eyes, the demon before them—basking in sunlight—was far more dangerous.
Not even the sun could kill him. This meant that this demon had no weakness.
Even Muzan feared the sun, a fatal weakness shared by all demons. But the creature standing before them had adapted to sunlight.
At the same time, in Yoshiwara, Obanai Iguro was overwhelmed with grief.
He had found the corpses of Tengen Uzui, Shinobu Kocho, and Mitsuri Kanroji.
A disaster beyond words.
He couldn’t believe that the woman he had secretly loved for so long was now gone.
—
“Water Hashira and Stone Hashira. Not bad.”
Standing above Giyu and Gyomei, Wang Xu smirked. He had been searching for an opportunity, and now, it had come knocking on his door.
Devouring these two would undoubtedly make him even stronger.
“Water Breathing: Fourth Form – Striking Tide!”
“Stone Breathing: Fifth Form – Arcs of Justice!”
There was no room for words—Giyu and Gyomei attacked immediately.
Wang Xu casually discarded the dying Urokodaki and vanished into thin air, effortlessly avoiding their attacks.
But Giyu and Gyomei were seasoned fighters. Reacting instantly, they shifted positions and launched another assault.
“Thread Guillotine.”
A slash tore through the air as Wang Xu swung his right leg, extending razor-sharp threads that swept across the ground, carving deep trenches into the earth.
A surge of force sent rocks and debris flying. Giyu and Gyomei were forced back but quickly flanked Wang Xu from both sides.
With a sudden burst, Wang Xu shot into the sky like a cannonball. While airborne, he spun his right hand, interweaving countless razor-thin threads into a tightly wound formation—creating a perfect duplicate of himself.
“Shadow Rider Threads.”
Both his true self and his clone simultaneously struck, sending spiraling columns of threads plummeting down on the two Hashira.
Boom! The ground erupted violently. Amidst the thick dust and debris, Giyu and Gyomei dashed out, their expressions grim.
Wang Xu gracefully landed. Without hesitation, he charged toward Gyomei while his clone lunged at Giyu.
“Second Form: Upper Smash!”
Seeing Wang Xu approaching, Gyomei stomped on his chain, swinging his flail with immense force.
The earth shattered beneath the pressure, but Wang Xu had already disappeared.
“Thread Execution.”
Reappearing right in front of Gyomei, Wang Xu’s fingers extended into fluid-like razor wires, sweeping toward him.
Gyomei barely managed to block with his axe and flail, but the wires curled around from behind. At the last moment, he leaped, narrowly dodging the fatal strike.
However, Wang Xu had anticipated his movement.
As Gyomei jumped, Wang Xu sprang up as well, executing a brutal spinning kick before he could react.
“Impossible…”
Gyomei’s body twisted unnaturally as blood sprayed from his mouth. Like a cannonball, he crashed through trees and collapsed in the dirt, struggling to breathe.
Wang Xu wasted no time. He flashed forward again, raising his clawed hand as razor-thin threads extended, ready to pierce Gyomei’s body.
Despite his agony, Gyomei desperately flung his flail, trying to push Wang Xu back.
But Wang Xu dodged it effortlessly, closing in once more with a swift roundhouse kick.
Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
Gyomei had no chance to retaliate. After crashing through several massive trees, he slammed into the mountainside, leaving a deep crater. His face turned pale.
Without pause, Wang Xu extended his arm, sending dozens of nearly invisible silk-like threads forward. They twisted together, forming a deadly white spear aimed at Gyomei’s vital organs.
Barely escaping, Gyomei rolled aside as the spear effortlessly pierced the mountain, leaving a gaping hole. The threads swung sideways, cutting cleanly through the solid rock as if it were air.
Gyomei’s heart pounded. He hurriedly raised his axe in defense, but the threads easily penetrated his body, driving deep into the mountainside behind him.
With ruthless efficiency, Wang Xu spun and delivered a powerful kick to Gyomei’s chest.
A thunderous crash echoed as the mountain cracked like a spiderweb, forming a massive crater.
Blood dripped onto the ground.
Gyomei lay motionless, drenched in blood, his breathing weak.
Wang Xu stepped forward, extending his fingers, wrapping them in threads to form a sharp siphon. He plunged it into Gyomei’s chest.
The siphon writhed and pulsed, draining Gyomei’s blood at an alarming rate.
Within moments, the Stone Hashira was reduced to a dried-up husk.
The battle had been completely one-sided.
Gyomei hadn’t even managed to land a proper counterattack.
It felt as if Wang Xu could anticipate every move, leaving Gyomei utterly helpless.
After consuming Gyomei, Wang Xu vanished again.
At the same time, Giyu was still locked in battle with the clone. At first, because the clone remained close to the original, they were evenly matched. But as the clone strayed further from Wang Xu, Giyu gradually gained the upper hand.
If Wang Xu had arrived just ten seconds later, Giyu would have defeated the clone.
But reality was cruel.
Before he could land the final blow, Giyu’s sword was caught by five nearly invisible silk threads. A massive force sent him flying.
“Water Wheel!”
Midair, Giyu flipped, executing a precise circular slash to neutralize the impact.
“Gyomei…”
Seeing Wang Xu appear, Giyu’s heart sank.
If Gyomei were alive, he would have stopped this demon from interfering.
There was only one explanation—Gyomei was dead.
“Water Breathing: Tenth Form – Constant Flux!”
Fixing his gaze on Wang Xu, Giyu took a deep breath. He was ready to put everything on the line.
Like a raging water dragon, he surged forward, fluid and relentless, his blade aimed directly at Wang Xu’s neck.
Clang!
Sparks flew as silk threads blocked his strike. Wang Xu flicked his wrist, sending another set of threads slashing upward.
Giyu narrowly dodged.
“Water Breathing: Eleventh Form – Dead Calm!”
The world fell silent.
In an instant, Giyu appeared behind Wang Xu, his blade slicing cleanly through the demon’s neck.
A perfect strike.
Blood sprayed into the air.
But then—
A sharp pain shot through Giyu’s chest.
A clawed hand had pierced through his back.
It was Wang Xu’s clone.
Giyu had already accepted his fate.
He knew his only chance was to trade his life for this demon’s.
“It was a good attempt.”
In midair, Wang Xu’s severed head spoke. A thin thread pulled it back onto his body, reattaching seamlessly.
Giyu’s eyes dimmed.
He knew now—he never had a chance.
Even after severing the head, this demon remained unscathed.
If he could survive sunlight, what hope did a mere Nichirin Blade have?
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