The moment the demon saw Lin draw his sword, it already regretted its actions.
Even though it did not understand why this person’s aura was weaker than that guy with the black center-parted hair.
But after seeing the opponent draw his blade and the sword body instantly turn dark red, the demon felt an instinct seemingly originating from its own blood, frantically warning it—Danger.
The demon instantly fell into a panic.
Just then, a supreme will, which it absolutely could not disobey, descended into its mind.
The demon was instantly overjoyed.
Such a supreme will must mean That Lord is watching over it.
“My Lord, save me!” The hope in the demon’s heart was extinguished in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that Lin, in order to fully express his respect, used the one with the longest name among the thirteen forms of Sun Breathing.
Sun Breathing · Eleventh Form · Dragon Sun Halo · Head Dance!
The dark red blade, wrapped in flames, instantly tore through the night.
The demon only felt as if it had been dismembered by flames, and the world before its eyes spun dizzily.
By the time it realized what had happened, only its head remained, rolling on the ground.
Its crimson demon eyes were filled with an expression of disbelief.
That Lord was clearly watching it.
But why, after seeing the opponent’s sword technique, did that will seem as if it had been scalded, instantly withdrawing?
Nearby, Giyu Tomioka had just swung his blade to cut down the demon’s Tongue Spear, and his peripheral vision happened to catch Lin’s movements.
Even as calm and composed as he was, he showed a hint of surprise at this moment.
This sword technique and its effect must be a Breathing Style.
It was just that this Breathing Style with light and flames had significant differences from the Flame Breathing he had seen from Kyojuro Rengoku.
Could it be a self-created Breathing Style?
Giyu Tomioka could be certain that he had never seen this man in the Demon Slayer Corps before.
However, the current situation made him understand why the Master wanted to meet him.
Moreover, Giyu Tomioka seemed to understand why the demon on the peak of Mount Kumotori had let out a scream that could be heard across the entire Mount Kumotori, fleeing in such a sorry state that it did not even have time to take its clothes.
Giyu Tomioka thought about a lot in this moment, but Murata’s thoughts were simpler.
When he was entangled by that severed tongue, his first reaction was that he was done for.
The dense barbs and thorns on it would likely cause unimaginable injuries if they wrapped around him.
But before the severed tongue could tighten, the demon had already been taken care of by Mr.
Tomioka’s companion.
So now, apart from his clothes being slightly torn, he was actually still unharmed.
Inside the Infinity Castle.
Muzan Kibutsuji had by now changed into a gorgeous kimono with a black base embroidered with golden patterns.
Her black hair was no longer just simply coiled behind her head, but adorned with gold and red accessories.
On the other side, Nakime had returned to her usual form, holding her biwa and cowering in a corner of the platform.
At this moment, she was trying hard to empty her mind, afraid that even the slightest extraneous thought would anger Muzan Kibutsuji.
However, Muzan Kibutsuji, whose expression had been relatively calm, suddenly stiffened.
He seemed to see something in the void, and his pupils instantly contracted into pinpricks.
The next moment, as if he had seen something filthy, Muzan Kibutsuji reached out to cover his eyes.
Around his eyes, bulging blood vessels like earthworms were crawling all over.
“Damn it.
Incompetent fool, you actually wanted to order me to save you.
It’s just being cut into pieces, why don’t you look for your own problems.
And also…” Muzan Kibutsuji covered his eyes even tighter.
The crimson scorch marks seen through that demon seemed to sear his eyes as well.
“Almost the same injuries.
That guy is just a human, could it be that he really crawled out of his grave?
Kokushibo.
Why hasn’t this guy given me a reply even now.” Terror and resentment, like countless insects, gnawed at Muzan Kibutsuji’s sanity.
He turned his head to look at Nakime and suddenly let out a sharp shout, “Nakime!” The next morning, Giyu Tomioka and Lin, who had rested at a nearby Wisteria House, set off on their journey again.
Murata was walking with them as well, occasionally stealing glances at Lin.
Lin’s Breathing Style and astonishing sword techniques from last night had left a deep impression on him, which also gave rise to new questions.
Could this swordsman, who was not wearing the Demon Slayer Corps uniform, be a new Hashira?
It was not that Murata had not thought about asking directly.
But this swordsman named Lin seemed to have a good relationship with Mr.
Tomioka.
Being able to get along well with Mr.
Tomioka…
then Lin’s personality must be quite strange too, right?
Lin was unaware of what Murata beside him was thinking.
He was currently checking his synchronization.
Last night’s battle had increased his synchronization by another 3%, directly reaching 20%.
Such an increase surprised Lin somewhat.
After all, slashing Muzan Kibutsuji twice had only increased his synchronization by 7%.
Yet he had only used the Eleventh Form of Sun Breathing once to eliminate an ordinary demon that did not even qualify as a Lower Rank, and it had increased by another 3%.
So, was the difference between the two whether or not he had directly killed the demon?
Thinking of this, Lin could not help but reveal a somewhat strange expression.
He did remember some clues about where other demons were.
If he went to hunt them down one by one, would that cause his synchronization to skyrocket?
Moreover, because of the information gap, he could even invite those Hashira to come along, specifically pick daytime hours, and drag these demons out one by one to bask in the sun.
Thinking this way, Lin’s expression became increasingly strange.
This directly frightened Murata, who would look at him from time to time, and a chill arose in his heart.
He always felt that this Mr.
Lin seemed to be pondering some very excessive things.
Realizing that his reaction seemed to have attracted Lin’s attention, Murata shuddered instantly, bit the bullet, and struck up a conversation with Giyu Tomioka, trying to change the subject.
“Mr.
Tomioka, I really did not get hurt.
I’ll be fine after resting at the Wisteria House.
Is it necessary to go with you to the headquarters and the Butterfly Mansion?” Giyu Tomioka said seriously, “Demons generally do not gather.
It is very rare for two demons to appear in the same area.
I suspect there are other secrets hidden there.
Having you go to the Butterfly Mansion is just to prevent you from having sustained other hidden injuries.
What’s more important is going to the headquarters to report this matter to the Master.” Upon hearing this, Murata’s eyes widened instantly.
As expected of a Hashira.
He thinks much more than an ordinary swordsman like me, and sees much further.
But, wait.
Isn’t Mr.
Tomioka famous for not knowing how to communicate?
Why is he speaking so normally now?
Just as Murata was puzzled, Giyu Tomioka suddenly quickened his pace.
“The headquarters is just ahead.”