Chapter 79 Failure
As Yan Sheng swung his sword, a large expanse of crimson crescent blades, accompanied by a golden sliver, surged forward. Yan Sheng had only one thing on his mind: he had to cut this guy down.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni stared intently, quickly moving to the side and slashing off the oncoming blade. He dodged, trying to get closer, his feet light and his body nimbly avoiding the attack from the left and right.
"Breathing of the Moon - Eighth Form - Leaping Dragon Tail".
Yan Sheng stepped back with his left foot, forcefully slashing out in an arc. A huge, purple, curved blade slashed out, with a blue crescent moon orbiting around its edge.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni pressed down, the crimson blade slicing through the air and cleaving it in two. He charged forward with incredible speed, his wrist snapping as he delivered the final blow.
As Iwakatsu watched Yoriichi Tsugikuni rush forward, he leaped up with a powerful kick, and as his body tumbled, the Hollow Crying God in his hand also spun around.
"Breath of the Moon - Pick-up Form - Face-Piercing Slash - Moonlit Maiden".
Yoriichi Tsugikuni watched as Iwakatsu leaped up, his body flipping over, his clothes fluttering with the movement. The moment he gripped the blade, a purple blade attacked like a wheel. The two crescent blades joined together, cutting through the air like a whirlwind.
"brush--."
Yoriichi Tsugikuni held his sword to defend, the red light negating the attack. In the instant Yoriichi's vision cleared, the purple sword with eyes pressed down on his blade.
"Clang! Sizzle—".
Sparks flew from where the two swords clashed. Iwakatsu's six eyes stared at Yoriichi's expressionless face. The air currents ruffled his bangs and Hanafuda hairpins, and Iwakatsu's features were clearly reflected in his fiery red eyes, the markings on his forehead as glaring as flames.
Yan Sheng looked at him, and in an instant, he was cut in half by the crimson blade. The powerful airflow carried him dozens of meters away, and his body felt as if it had been crushed, causing him excruciating pain.
Unlike Yu Jiguo and Yan Sheng, Yan Sheng had never suffered hardship or been injured. The last time he felt such pain was when he became a ghost. Yan Sheng struggled to his feet, watching the red blade slash past him and cut off the end of his hair.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni still couldn't bring himself to strike. He looked at Iwakatsu, stepped forward to restrain his movements, and took out a bottle of medicine. This was given to him by Miss Tamayo; its purpose was to suppress the demon's regenerative abilities.
This half-finished product was nothing to Muzan Kibutsuji, so Tamayo showed it to Yoriichi Tsugikuni. To keep Iwakatsu in line, Yoriichi Tsugikuni unhesitatingly poured the medicine into Iwakatsu's mouth.
"Cough cough cough—".
Iwakatsu gripped Yoriichi's arm, his black nails digging deep and leaving bloody marks. In a daze, he smelled a faint fragrance, but the suffocating feeling in his throat prevented him from thinking any further.
“Brother, please wait here for a moment. I will take you away soon.”
After Yoriichi Tsugikuni finished speaking, he carefully placed Iwakatsu under a large tree and turned to head towards Muzan Kibutsuji.
"it hurts!"
Yan Sheng could feel that his body was different from usual. The pain that had dissipated quickly before was still there. He struggled to sit up, and every step he took brought waves of pain.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth, stand up straight, and contact the scumbag boss, asking Nakime to open the door for him so he could get there quickly.
"Muzan... Lord, Tsugikuni and Yoriichi have... rushed over."
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"Beautiful lady, I hope you can go to paradise~".
Doma raised a head with delicate features, his forehead gently touching the other's, surrounded by ice sculptures and corpses. He merged the head into his body, and with a slight flick of his wrist, a golden fan instantly unfolded.
"Clang—".
Doma's seven-colored eyes stared at Sakura Asai, who was attacking him with a Nichirin Blade, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.
"Such a beautiful pink color~ Are you a pillar?"
Sakura Asai suddenly stepped back, assuming an attack stance, her body tense, her eyes fixed on Doma.
"Breath of Flowers - Fourth Form - Red Flower Robe".
Sakura Asai lunged forward, her pink blade slicing through the petals, her pink bangs blowing back in the wind. Doma stood there, nonchalantly waving his golden fan.
"Blood Demon Art: Snowfall in the Withered Garden".
With a few movements, Doma blocked Asai Sakura's attack. He gently raised his left hand, and white and blue vines appeared as he moved, rushing towards Asai Sakura and tightly wrapping around her limbs.
"Blood Demon Art: Manhualian".
"Wind Breathing - First Form - Dust Whirlwind - Slash".
Just as Doma was about to approach Asai Sakura, a green blade extended from the ground, cutting off Doma's path like a barrier.
Be careful!
Sanada Kitano rushed over from behind, severed the vines binding Asai Sakura, and stood in front of her, shouting loudly.
"Oh dear~ I didn't expect to run into two people. Let me take you there together~."
Doma watched with a smile, then bent down and waved his hand, sending a white and blue ice blade adorned with lotus flowers and leaves hurtling towards Sanada Kitano's facade.
"Blood Demon Art: Lotus Leaf Ice".
"Wind Breathing - Third Form - Sunny Breeze Tree".
As Sanada Kitano swung his sword, the green wind blades swirling like a vortex, dissolving the blue ice blades. Asai Sakura leaped from behind, spinning in the air as she wielded her Nichirin Blade at Doma.
"Flower Breathing, Land Form, Whirlpool Peach".
Doma grazed past the pink blade, petals falling on him and causing a slight sting. He tilted his head, and a golden fan in his hand unfurled as he extended his arm, revealing two beautiful ice sculptures of women who exhaled white mist at Asai Sakura.
"Wind Breathing, Land Form, Black Wind and Smoke".
With a green blade encircled by gold, Sanada Kitano slashed downwards, cutting down the ice sculpture woman while simultaneously twisting his body to attack Doma.
"Kitano, get out of the way!"
Asai Sakura opened her red pupils, and red flowers slowly appeared on her cheeks. She gritted her teeth and broke free from the stiffness brought by the icy mist.
"Flower Breathing, Form of Five, Fruitless Peony".
Doma's colorful eyes widened slightly as he watched Asai Sakura's happy smile. White ice vines blocked most of the attack. He raised his right hand, revealing a golden fan, and then pressed it down.
"Blood Demon Art: Winter Ice Pillar"
Dozens of translucent blue icicles, reflecting light, suddenly appeared and fell wildly as the two dodged. Sanada Kitano nodded to Asai Sakura, then turned sharply with his left foot to attack Doma.
"Wind Breathing - Seventh Form - Gale - Tengu".
As Sanada Kitano leaped up, the green blade slashed irregularly from his blade, consuming and suppressing Doma.
"Breath of Flowers - Fourth Form - Red Flower Robe".
Sakura Asai swiftly passed through the green blade, and pink light shot towards Doma along with the blade, severing his head with petals.
"Oh dear~".
Its seven-colored pupils still held surprise as its neck was neatly severed in two and tumbled to the ground.
"Cough cough cough—".
Sanada Kitano bent over from a violent cough, blood trickling down his chin. Ice crystals had seeped into his lungs through his breath, making it difficult for him to hold on.
"ha--."
Asai Sakura stood there, her eyes bloodshot, blurring her vision, but thankfully the outcome was good. As she sheathed her Nichirin Blade and ran towards Sanada Kitano, the golden fan slit her throat, and blood gushed out violently.
"What a pity~".
Doma's mocking voice made Sanada Kitano look up, and he saw the scene of Doma merging Asai Sakura into his body. As the corpse completely disappeared, Doma's body, which had been cut in two, also turned into ice and shattered on the spot.
"What a pity, it was just a little bit short~ Hmm?"
He still had that carefree attitude, the golden fan resting on his cheek as he moved, and his diamond-like pupils displayed—Upper Moon Two.
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