Chapter 162 The Death of Yu Hu

The air suddenly froze, falling silent. Gyokuko's gaze shifted back and forth between the two brothers. Muichiro remained silent, his face expressionless, while Ichiro's eyes held undisguised disdain.

"What kind of attitude is this?! Say something!!"

Yu Hu finally couldn't contain his anger any longer, and his voice echoed in the vicinity, but all he got in response was still dead silence.

"Didn't you tell me to shut up?" Muichiro's voice rang out coldly, like a chilling wind in winter, biting and sobering.

Upon hearing this, Yu Hu's face instantly turned ashen. Anger burned fiercely within him like a raging fire; he could no longer tolerate this silent provocation. In a flash, his fist lashed out at Yuichiro like lightning.

Yuichiro's pupils constricted sharply as he sensed the approaching danger, his body reacting instinctively. He dodged Gyokuko's attack in a flash. Gyokuko's fist grazed past Yuichiro's clothes before slamming heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Just then, Muichiro moved as well. His figure was like a beam of light, rushing towards Gyokko at an extremely fast speed. His Nichirin Blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, the blade drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and slashing precisely at Gyokko's neck.

Gyoku-ko reacted quickly, and with his rich combat experience, he dodged Muichiro's fatal blow at the critical moment.

"Whoosh—".

"Don't waste your energy. My perfect form is beyond your ability to defeat. Watch as I twist off your ugly heads and turn them into beautiful fish heads!"

Blood Demon Art: Array Kill Fish Scales

Using its hard scales covering its entire body, Gyokko unleashed a dazzling array of high-speed leaps. Its movements were completely unconventional; each jump was accompanied by a swift tail whip attack, its sharp tail fin seemingly capable of slicing through anything, tearing the air apart in its wake. At the same time, its hands were not idle, relentlessly attacking Muichiro and Ichiro.

Ichiro frowned, knowing full well that his current physical condition was no longer suitable for close combat. His reaction speed was far from what it used to be, and every dodge felt like a struggle. He glanced at the agile Muichiro; he had to create an opportunity for his opponent.

Ichiro stepped back to create distance between himself and Gyokko, gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, and swung the blade down the instant Muichiro leaped up.

"Breathing of the Moon, Land Form, Long Night Lonely Moon, No End".

A chaotic web of red blades slashed forward, trailing golden crescents. Yu Hu quickly flipped his body to try and dodge the attack, but he still couldn't completely avoid it. Several sharp blades still cut his skin, and blood instantly stained his fish scales.

Gyoku-ko glared at Ichiro, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger. He swung his hand fiercely, his sharp claws aimed straight for Ichiro's vitals. Ichiro nimbly rolled in the air, dodging the attack, but Gyoku-ko's attacks were relentless, constantly closing in on him.

"!!!"

Ichiro, who had been on high alert, witnessed the moment when Gyokuko's sharp claws were about to touch him, but Muichiro vanished into the air like morning mist, leaving only wisps of rising smoke. Ichiro immediately understood that this was Muichiro's unique breathing. He quickly turned his gaze to the tree behind him and then lightly leaped onto the branch.

"Breath of the Mist, Seventh Form, Oboro".

The surrounding mist grew thicker and thicker, seemingly alive, constantly changing shape and becoming elusive. Yu Hu's attack was like striking into an endless fog; wherever his fist passed, only the dispersing mist remained, and his target could no longer be found.

Yu Hu looked around, trying to find Muichiro's figure in this chaos, but the layers of mist were like a maze, completely disorienting him. He had to concentrate all his attention, trying to catch a clue in this fog.

Finally, at a certain moment, he seemed to see the outline of Muichiro, but just as he was about to launch an attack, the whole world seemed to spin, and his vision became dizzy.

"It's over. Farewell."

Yu Hu never expected that he would lose to a little devil after severing his own head. His head rolled around a few times, and some flesh and arms grew out from under his head.

"How could such a thing happen? A mere human dared to sever Lord Jade Pot's neck! You despicable inferior creatures! The lives of over a hundred people are not as valuable as mine. I was chosen! You weak, lowly maggots who are born only to grow old, boring and dull..."

"Shut up! Get out of here and go to hell!"

Ichiro leaped down, his Nichirin Blade plunging fiercely into Gyokko's forehead. He stood up, pulled the blade out, and swung it several times, shredding it to pieces.

"elder brother!"

Seeing Yuichiro suddenly cough violently, Muichiro hurriedly ran forward, looking anxiously at the blood flowing from the corner of Yuichiro's mouth. Yuichiro shakily raised his hand to wipe it away, and looked at Muichiro with a mocking smile.

"Wow, the pillar of dawn is huge..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly collapsed to the ground. Muichiro caught him, picked him up, and tried to leave. Tetsuya Mori poked his head out and ran forward, wanting to take the unconscious Ichiro from Muichiro's arms.

"Lord Tokito, let me do it. You don't look well."

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm feeling perfectly fine now. We need to get my brother to get treatment right away."

"But you are trembling."

"Never mind that, I already said I'm fine, ugh—".

As Muichiro spoke, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of white foam and collapsed to the ground. Ichiro on his back pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe, and he passed out.

"Aaaaaaah, Your Excellency—Little Iron! Come quick and help!"

——

The veins on Muzan's forehead throbbed. Gyokko was dead, killed by two little devils, and he felt only anger.

"What a useless piece of trash!"

Muzan gripped the book tightly in his hands, his pale, slender fingers making it seem as if it bore a thousand pounds of weight. The information revealed by the jeweled pot was scarce; Muzan had obtained no useful information.

The image of Ichiro involuntarily surfaced in his mind, his red vertical pupils becoming prominent. He remembered that brat, the one Kokushibo had previously kept by his side, protected by him like a cub nestled in the arms of a beast. Why was that kid in the Demon Slayer Corps? This sudden turn of events filled Muzan with an indescribable sense of unease and confusion.

"Snap—".

A crisp sound rang out, a furious outburst from Muzan. The book, having been pulverized by excessive force, shattered into countless flying scraps of paper. Muzan's face was extremely grim, so dark it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Don't betray me, Kokushibo.

Muzan had immense trust in Kokushibo, and their shared goals and mutual dislike made him somewhat tolerant of him. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, closed his eyes, and focused his attention on Hantengu's perspective.

In the picture, a blood-stained boy exudes an indomitable light, and the marks on his forehead are like flames.