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The raging flames rained down on Pei Lang.
Pero howled as he was slashed, and hurriedly manipulated his shadow defense to restrict Makijuro's movements.
In the instant the blade slowed, Pero quickly retreated.
"Evil spirit, do not flee!"
Makijuro was filled with boundless rage. He brandished his Nichirin Blade like a demon descending to earth, terrifying Perou to the point of utter dread.
Breath of Flame, Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!
The raging flames transformed into a beast that devoured everything, slashing fiercely at Pei Lang!
A violent explosion rang out, and flames and shadows eroded and annihilated each other.
The light faded, and there was no longer any trace of Pei Lang.
Makijuro stared around with blurry, drunken eyes, then staggered away.
Peron knelt on the ground, hiding in the dilapidated wooden hut, and kept pounding the ground.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
He was now in a terrible state, his military uniform tattered and charred, his left arm and right leg broken, and his body covered with cuts of varying depths.
Fear, anger, mania, and a deep sense of defeat overwhelmed Pero.
He actually lost to a drunkard!
He cannot accept it! He absolutely cannot accept it!
"Ah!!! Bastard! Bastard!!"
Peron suddenly pulled out the revolver from his waist and shoved it into his mouth!
With a muffled thud, blood splattered from the back of his head.
He picked up another gun, pointed it at his temple, and repeatedly pulled the trigger!
boom! boom! boom!
His head nearly exploded, and the healing process was slow.
Peron vented the negative emotions that were driving him crazy by self-harm.
"Damn owl! I'll remember you!"
Just then, the sound of a pipa rang out, and space began to distort and fluctuate without warning.
The ground beneath Pero's feet vanished, and he fell directly into the Infinity Castle.
Chapter 64 Never be reckless when facing adversity, and jump in with taunts when you have the advantage!
As soon as Perrault regained his footing, a wave of fear, originating from the depths of his soul, surged forth!
Driven by the instinct for survival, he banged his head on the ground.
Perron didn't even dare to breathe heavily; all his injuries and pain seemed insignificant at this moment.
"What a sorry sight!"
From the shadows high above, Muzan's figure slowly emerged.
His blood-red eyes looked down at the trembling Pei Lang below, and he sneered.
"And being in a sorry state also means being useless!"
Pei Lang dared not say another word, his whole body trembling like a leaf, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Muzan narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly.
"Pero, you've lost, and you even escaped from a Pillar's grasp."
Peron's body trembled violently, and he lowered his head even further.
He feared he would follow in the footsteps of his predecessors.
The scene of Fu Nue's death is still vivid in my mind!
He was even more afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to take revenge himself!
That damned owl ghost hunter!
I must kill him with my own hands!
Muzan's voice was accusatory, cold and piercing.
"I bestowed upon you my blood, making an exception to allow you to join the Twelve Demon Moons and replace that good-for-nothing. Is this all you've got?"
The oppressive aura surged forth like a tidal wave, almost suffocating Peron.
He kowtowed frantically on the ground, not daring to stop even as his forehead was stained with blood.
Pero knew perfectly well that in Muzan's world, failure itself was the original sin.
Humiliation, fear, and hatred for Rengoku Makijuro intertwined.
Enraged, Pelang roared and swore an oath.
"Rest assured, sir! I will definitely kill him! I will kill him in the most painful way possible! To wash away this shame!"
"This matter is not urgent."
Muzan responded coldly.
Just then, Nakime plucked the strings, and the sound of the biwa rose again.
The space rippled slightly, and another figure suddenly appeared beside Pei Lang, quickly kneeling down.
The third leaf of the waning crescent moon!
"Recently, many ghosts with good potential have died."
Muzan's voice echoed within the Infinity Castle: "And they all died at the hands of the same person!"
Both Bingye and Peilang were startled and subconsciously held their breath to listen.
"That person is Yasui Ryosuke, who killed Zero-chan and was promoted to the Sound Pillar!"
Muzan was enraged beyond measure.
Pero and Byaku felt Muzan's rage and instantly understood his intention.
"Sir, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Muzan's right arm suddenly mutated and swelled without warning!
A fleshy spike covered in fangs and blood-red eyes pierced through the brain of the two demons!
Kibutsuji Muzan's blood was like poison, forcibly injected into their bodies!
"Ho...ho..."
The two demons' bodies convulsed violently, their eyes rolled back, and saliva mixed with blood spilled from their mouths.
The blood vessels under their skin bulge and wriggle, as if countless insects are crawling on them.
Bones and muscles struggle wildly on the edge of destruction and reconstruction, while power grows savagely amidst pain and pleasure.
Finally, the blood transfusion ended, and the fleshy splinter was removed.
The two ghosts collapsed to the ground, looking completely broken.
Muzan turned his gaze to the now kneeling, sick leaf.
"Go and kill him!"
Muzan's order was simple yet cruel: "If you can't do it, you have no reason to exist."
Then, he glanced at Peron.
"Pero, don't let me down again. Go do what you're supposed to do."
The blood injected into the two demons' bodies has not yet been fully digested.
Despite their physical discomfort, they bowed respectfully and responded in unison.
"Yes, sir!" x2
The sound of the pipa rang out again, and the figures of the two demons disappeared from the Infinite City.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Muzan cursed under his breath, "If it weren't for being tired..."
If I weren't tired, I would have crushed these useless people long ago!
Muzan thought of the child and swallowed back what he was about to say, but his agitation did not lessen at all.
These Lower Moons are weak and inefficient; they're utterly useless except for wasting his blood!
Unfortunately, this brat was extremely fond of playing house and even shared Muzan's blood to start a family.
I've set up a Pinduoduo home!
It seems another person has been arrested recently...
Although Muzan tacitly approved, it doesn't mean he wasn't annoyed!
Why not use your own blood to eat more people and strive to become stronger?!
Naive child!
Muzan shook his head and silently turned away.
The space of the Infinite City quietly flipped.
On another platform, a figure sat upright.
He was dressed in purple, had six eyes on his face, and exuded a terrifying aura as deep as an abyss.
Upper Moon One, Kokushibo!
He did not kneel like the Lower Moon, but simply nodded slightly in homage to Muzan.
Muzan looked at him, his irritation intensifying.