Kokushibo tensed, his hair standing on end. He had long surpassed his limits, able to regenerate even if a Nichirin Blade severed his neck. His only weaknesses were the sun and the upgraded Nichirin Blade, the Hekira.
The Hekira possessed high temperatures that could burn cells, significantly damaging regenerative abilities. Demons were hard to kill because their cells regenerated rapidly. If cell regeneration were inhibited, they would lose their immortality.
The stronger the demon, the greater its cell regeneration ability. Thus, they could withstand higher temperatures. But now, Kokushibo felt the danger.
He couldn’t help but recall his genius brother, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Kibutsuji Muzan still bore scars inflicted by Yoriichi’s Hekira. Even after hundreds of years, the areas struck by the Hekira still felt burning, marking a critical weakness.
“Crackle… sizzle…”
Tang An’s gaze was cold as he gripped his dog-leg knives, golden lightning crackling around him. He channeled all his power into the knives, causing them to glow like red-hot irons, with steam rising and spreading.
Although the dog-leg knives weren’t Nichirin Blades, their heat tolerance far exceeded that of Nichirin Blades. Tang An knew little about metallurgy, but he had heard that the melting point of diamond was 3815°C. For adamantine, it was over 4000°C.
The material of his dog-leg knives? Diamond is known for its hardness, sharpness, and allure to women. This meant the knives in his hands had a melting point of 4000°C. Even if he conservatively estimated, they could easily withstand 2000°C.
Imagine 2000°C heat—enough to destroy cells; even cancer cells would be reduced to ashes.
Of course, raising the temperature of the dog-leg knives to 2000°C was still a long way off.
“Boom…”
Tang An flipped his dog-leg knives and leaned forward. The ground beneath him began to crack and explode, dirt and stones flying, while the air around him buzzed with electricity.
A sudden, epic, and thrilling war melody spread from Tang An, instantly elevating his aura to its peak. Purple diamond-patterned pupils flickered with lightning.
The already shattered ground expanded further, sending debris flying and causing the earth to shake.
With the war BGM playing, Tang An unleashed his full strength.
Danger, extreme danger.
Kokushibo felt a chill down his spine, an icy coldness that permeated his soul. His six eyes flickered with fear.
“Thunder Breathing, Instant Kill.”
The ground exploded, and a spider-web pit with an eight-meter diameter cracked further. The atmosphere was filled with violent thunder, and the earth and stones floating in the air turned to dust. Tang An disappeared in a flash of light.
“Damn it! Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form: Catastrophic Transformation, Heavenly Full Moon.”
Kokushibo could no longer see his opponent. His six eyes saw only the violent lightning tearing through the air. He wouldn’t sit idly by and unleash his most potent attack, combining offense and defense.
Countless massive crescent-shaped blades radiated from him, leaving no gaps for an enemy to exploit.
The time it seemed to slow down.
Kokushibo saw Tang An approach in an instant. His demon blade was severed without any resistance. The two passed each other quickly, leaving a faint line of blood on Kokushibo’s neck.
“No… I won’t die.”
The scorching heat burned, and Kokushibo felt his head separating from his body, destroying cells en masse. His will to survive surged stronger than ever, and his cells slowly regenerated despite the heat.
“Thunder Breathing, Eightfold Mirror.”
But Tang An, standing behind Kokushibo, gave no quarter.
He left a massive trench in the ground as he dashed around Kokushibo in an octagonal pattern, finally launching into the sky, illuminating the night.
“Ah…”
A terrified, hysterical scream erupted as Kokushibo’s body exploded into eight pieces. Flesh and organs were burned by the intense heat, scattered and aflame.
The stench of burning flesh spread, nauseating.
Panting heavily, Tang An landed and saw half of Kokushibo’s head burning in the flames. His grotesque face was filled with fear of death.
“Die!”
With his golden armored boot, Tang An stomped in front of Kokushibo, pinning his half-head to the ground with his dog-leg knife, channeling all his power to accelerate Kokushibo’s demise.
“I’m not content…”
With a whispered lament, Kokushibo began to dissolve into ashes.
Tang An remained vigilant, ensuring all of Kokushibo’s body parts vanished and waiting for confirmation from the system. Only then did he relax.
He had been cautious to avoid any mistakes.
With his golden armor dissipating, Tang An donned a T-shirt, beach shorts, and flip-flops, leaving the forest without looking back. He mounted his bicycle, lit a cigarette, and rode away.
Having used his war BGM, he could only use it again in ten days. To be safe, he decided to use Enmu’s ability to meditate and train.
Mount Sagiri, where Tanjiro once trained. It was also the residence of Urokodaki, the former Water Hashira and current cultivator.
As the morning sun climbed the mountain peak, its golden rays were gentle and bright.
A wooden house stood alone in the mountains, now reduced to ruins. Urokodaki, covered in blood, panted heavily, gripping his Nichirin Blade and staring in horror at Wang Xu, who stood in mid-air.
Wang Xu had come here after killing Muichiro, seeking other Hashira and retired ones.
For example, Zenitsu’s grandfather was now part of Wang Xu’s power.
Tang An, Nezuko, and the Twelve Kizuki were all Wang Xu’s targets.
“How can you walk in the sunlight?”
Urokodaki, heavily injured, stared at Wang Xu, bathed in sunlight, his long-held beliefs shattered.
He was sure this was a demon, but this demon stood exposed in broad daylight.
Ignoring Urokodaki’s incredulity, Wang Xu disappeared.
“Splurt…”
A shadow passed, and the already injured Urokodaki fell helplessly to the ground, unable to fight back.
Blood stained the ground, releasing a chilling aura under the sunlight.
At the same time, two figures rushed up the mountain towards the wooden house.
“Water Breathing, Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust.”
A furious roar echoed as Giyu Tomioka charged, his eyes filled with rage. His Nichirin Blade thrust forward like an arrow, a spiral water column surging towards Wang Xu, whose mouth was bloody.
Behind him, Gyomei Himejima also attacked.
Wang Xu had sensed them as they entered Mount Sagiri. Tomioka’s furious attack didn’t even scratch him.
Leaping into the air, Wang Xu balanced on a transparent thread, holding the dying Urokodaki and looking down at the two.
Both Tomioka and Himejima were unsettled. This demon stood in the sunlight.
“This defies logic.”
Himejima, wielding a weapon connected by a long chain—a broad axe and a spiked flail made of high-purity crimson iron—remarked, recognizing its anti-demon solid properties.
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