Dong!
The Crystalline Divine Child slammed its head hard against the crystal wall of Tozanshō, letting out a loud bang that startled the sleeping birds in the forest.
Despite the grand display, there wasn’t the slightest damage to the Tozanshō.
“Damn it, those strange things again.
Just who are you?” Douma’s worldview was being shattered.
He didn’t know where these strange techniques had come from; he had never seen them in hundreds of years.
Moreover, judging by the numbers 61 and 73, the opponent likely had even higher-level ones as trump cards.
“I am just a passing-by Shinigami.” Facing Douma’s questioning, Rukia calmly stated her current profession.
As for whether the other party believed her, that was none of her business.
“Ha?
A Shinigami?
Do you take me for a child?
There’s a limit to how much you can lie.” Douma naturally didn’t believe Rukia’s words, even though she was telling the truth.
“Sigh, I’m telling the truth.
I can’t help it if you don’t believe me,” Rukia said with some frustration.
Douma looked at the young girl before him, knowing he wouldn’t get any more answers.
He commanded all his ice dolls to pounce on Rukia—from the north, south, east, west, and directly above her, there was an ice doll created by Douma in every direction.
Secret Technique: Hido Whirlwind Cloud
Although recorded in the Ashina Style, it was actually a technique created by a woman named Tomoe.
It was considered an heretical power by the Ashina people, so no one used this move.
But our old man Isshin Ashina didn’t care about heretical powers; any means that could win were part of the Ashina Style.
Naturally, this sword technique was included in the Ashina Style.
Every strike of the Hido Whirlwind Cloud slashes out a large amount of sword qi in all directions.
Whether facing multiple enemies or a single one, it has excellent combat effectiveness.
Furthermore, Hido Whirlwind Cloud belongs to the sword-dance category; the angles of attack are extremely tricky, and once caught in it, there is no escape.
Under Rukia Kuchiki’s graceful dance, the Crystalline Children all turned into crushed ice and fell to the ground.
Douma only saw flashes of white light around the girl before his proud Blood Demon Art was reduced to a pile of fragments.
“I see.
With swordsmanship of this level, you must be one of the Demon Slayer Corps’ new Nine Hashira.
Subarashii!
Today is truly lucky; all the Hashira who came to surround and kill me are beautiful girls.
This is just too exciting!”
Douma expressed great excitement.
In the past, all the Hashira he encountered were old men, which was practically a disaster for Douma, who preferred eating young girls.
Although he was a bit angry at being toyed with initially, he was now extremely thrilled.
Blood Demon Art: Cold White Princess.
Douma used this move once again.
Ice maidens in the form of young girls appeared before him, breathing out a large amount of cold air toward Rukia Kuchiki.
Everything around them was covered in a layer of white frost, and a thin layer of ice formed on the ground.
Rukia Kuchiki didn’t even bother to move in the face of the incoming cold air.
Was this a joke?
As someone who could lower her own body temperature to below minus 150 degrees, would she care about this bit of cold?
Hmm?
Why is she standing there motionless, letting the cold air wash over her?
Is she frozen?
No, that look of disdain…
is it that she doesn’t care about my Blood Demon Art at all?
Impossible.
Even if she doesn’t care, her lungs would be injured from being unable to withstand this cold air.
“Is this all?” Perhaps because she had lowered her own temperature so much, Rukia Kuchiki seemed extremely cold at this moment, radiating endless frost like an iceberg.
Nani?
Douma cried out inwardly.
She was completely unaffected by the cold air?
If the lungs are destroyed, even breathing becomes very difficult, let alone speaking.
“Damn it, don’t look down on me!
Blood Demon Art: Rime — Bodhisattva of Water Lilies!” As Douma’s voice fell, a giant ice figure rose from the ground, its appearance resembling a Bodhisattva sitting in meditation with palms pressed together.
“This is my ultimate technique.
With such a massive size, even a simple wave of its hand carries immense power.
At the same time, it can release a toxic ice mist.
Even if you are immune to my cold, what does it matter!”
Douma was now somewhat losing his mind.
Rukia Kuchiki’s disdainful gaze just now felt like silent taunts striking him.
He was supposed to be the natural enemy of the Demon Slayer Corps, yet his moves had no effect on her at all.
“Honestly, you and your Blood Demon Art are laughable to me.
Is this crude application all you have for ice?” Facing the giant ice figure, Rukia Kuchiki didn’t panic in the slightest.
Her gaze toward Douma was like looking at an ant on the side of the road.
“Haven’t you felt it yet?
The temperature in this area is gradually dropping.
It has already reached minus sixty degrees.
Even if your ability is ice, you must feel a bit of sluggishness in your movements.”
Just as Rukia Kuchiki said, Douma could already feel his body becoming slightly stiff, but he still had full confidence in his ultimate move.
At some point, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.
Except for Kanae Kocho, who was inside the Tozanshō and unaffected, everything within a fifty-li radius turned white, and this range was still expanding.
Although she felt a bit sorry for the animals affected by her, there was no other way; she couldn’t control the range of the effect.
Rukia Kuchiki’s temperature had now reached a staggering -196 degrees.
If an ordinary person were at this temperature, they would immediately die from hypothermia.
At this moment, the giant Bodhisattva came rushing in front of Rukia Kuchiki, raised its hands, and smashed them down heavily.
“It’s minus one hundred degrees now.
The giant Bodhisattva you created can no longer move because…
it’s frozen.” As soon as she finished speaking, the giant Bodhisattva stopped just as it was about to hit Rukia Kuchiki.
With its fists clenched in front of its chest, it looked quite comical.
Stepping out slowly, a large number of ice crystals grew on the ground with every step Rukia Kuchiki took.
By the time she reached Douma, a path made of ice crystals had appeared behind her.
“Your physical constitution as a demon is truly amazing.
It’s already minus one hundred and forty degrees.
An ordinary person would have frozen and shattered at this temperature, yet you’re still alive.”
Rukia Kuchiki found the physical constitution of demons quite astonishing.
It was her first time seeing a creature that hadn’t been frozen into a block of ice at minus one hundred and forty degrees.
“Do you have any last words?
Oh, sorry, I forgot.
You probably can’t speak anymore.”
Douma moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, he couldn’t make a sound.
His vocal cords were completely frozen.
How ironic; a demon who excelled at using cold air was actually frozen.
“It’s almost dawn.
Dissipate in the sunlight.
In the final moment of your life, seeing the thing you’ve always feared yet wanted to obtain—isn’t that nice?”
Saying this, Rukia Kuchiki raised her right hand and lightly tapped Douma.
The moment her finger touched him, ice crystals rapidly spread from the point of contact to his entire body.
Douma’s consciousness fell into darkness the moment the ice crystals enveloped his head.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”