Kibutsuji Muzan's eyes suddenly filled with extreme fury. "But even if I die, I'll drag every Demon Slayer down with me!!"
He clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Xia Feng with resentment.
Xia Feng slowly raised his Nichirin Blade. This time, he was absolutely certain he could finish Muzan.
Suddenly, Muzan's entire body burst apart, his blood scattering and suspending in the air.
Xia Feng frowned—and in the next moment, all that blood rained down onto the Demon Slayers. Even a few drops landed on him.
Very quickly, he realized—
The blood was seeping into their bodies.
Although the demon blood inside Xia Feng was swiftly purged by his healing ability, the other Demon Slayers weren't so fortunate.
Xia Feng grabbed the nearby Hashira—their bodies were already showing severe signs of demonization.
And with Muzan essentially self-destructing like this, all demons should have died along with him.
Most importantly—
Dawn was approaching.
In just over ten minutes, sunlight would flood in.
By then, every Demon Slayer who had turned into a demon would be instantly annihilated by the sun.
"…That's ruthless, Kibutsuji Muzan. You're really trying to take everyone down with you."
Xia Feng was genuinely surprised. Muzan had always been cowardly—yet now he had chosen such a desperate, self-destructive method.
Xia Feng immediately used his healing technique to stabilize the Hashira, then rushed outside.
Shadow Clone Technique!
Clones spread out in all directions, rushing to different parts of the headquarters.
But there were simply too many Demon Slayers.
He could only do his best to save as many as possible—most of them, however, couldn't withstand the overwhelming demon blood and exploded where they stood.
They simply couldn't endure it.
Xia Feng took a deep breath.
Muzan had left him with one final, cruel problem.
Only at the very end did he arrive at a relocated ice sculpture—
Ubuyashiki.
Xia Feng reached out, melting the ice, grabbing him, and tossing him into a prison cell.
Tamayo still hadn't developed a cure to turn demons back into humans.
For now, this was the only option.
He turned and saw Tanjiro rushing back.
Earlier, Xia Feng had sent him to check on the demons outside the headquarters—he must have found something.
"They all ran away," Tanjiro said anxiously. "The sun is about to rise, so they've all fled to places without sunlight."
He was panicking.
Thousands of demons left unchecked would be a massive threat to ordinary people.
He remembered what happened to his own family—humans had no way to resist demons.
Xia Feng simply narrowed his eyes.
The Hashira sat on the ground, looking at the devastation inside and outside the courtyard, all wearing expressions of exhaustion and helplessness.
"But Kibutsuji Muzan is dead," the Love Hashira said with a faint smile. "From today onward, no new demons will be created. As long as the Demon Slayer Corps keeps eliminating them, one day this world will be free of demons."
The others looked toward the fallen bodies of the Flame Hashira and the Stone Hashira.
They had killed all the Upper Moons—and Muzan.
But the price paid was far too great.
And they all knew—
Without Xia Feng, they would never have been able to face so many powerful demons at once.
Still… it was over.
At least, that's what they believed.
But Xia Feng stood up.
Watching as the Demon Slayers began clearing the ruins and tending to the wounded, he slowly walked forward.
The battlefield had grown quiet.
All enemies seemed gone.
This war had dealt the Demon Slayer Corps a devastating blow.
Yet he knew—
This was a sacrifice everyone had been willing to make.
Because they had finally killed Kibutsuji Muzan—the demon the Corps had pursued for over a thousand years.
Something their predecessors had never achieved—
They had done it today.
It was an honor.
Xia Feng kept walking until he reached outside the headquarters.
"…I almost got fooled by you, Kibutsuji Muzan."
His pace quickened as he dashed toward the distant forest.
All along, he had been thinking—
Muzan knew he had lost.
In that situation, without choosing some method of self-preservation, the only outcome would have been death at Xia Feng's hands.
And if Xia Feng had struck directly, Muzan would have had no chance to escape.
So he chose self-destruction.
What looked like suicide… was actually a means of survival.
Xia Feng understood Muzan's regenerative ability.
Even being blown to pieces by countless explosions couldn't kill him.
If he could regenerate from total annihilation—
Then what was this "self-destruction"?
—
In the forest, a young boy wearing a Demon Slayer uniform walked slowly forward, his face dark.
"I lost this time—I admit it. But Xia Feng… remember this. When I return, it will be your death!"
Kibutsuji Muzan moved carefully, avoiding sunlight, until he spotted a small temple ahead.
A perfect hiding place.
But just as he was about to step inside—
A voice sounded behind him.
"Kibutsuji Muzan… you think you can just leave like that?"
Xia Feng leaned casually against a tree, a smile on his face.
Sunlight bathed him, giving him an almost sacred presence.
Shock spread across Muzan's face.
He couldn't understand how Xia Feng knew he was still alive.
He had possessed a Demon Slayer's body and acted with extreme caution.
He had even killed the slayers who saw him heading this way.
He had concealed every trace of his movements—
And yet, Xia Feng still found him.
Muzan was unwilling to accept it. "How did you know I wasn't dead—and how did you find me here?!"
Xia Feng simply smiled. "Isn't it obvious? Anyone could figure it out."
"How could someone like you—ever truly be willing to sacrifice yourself?"
Muzan's eyes widened. "That's your reason for coming here?"
Xia Feng nodded seriously.
Muzan suddenly burst into laughter.
"Xia Feng… this time, I truly admit it."
"You are my nemesis."
"And if I die…"
"It will be because of you."
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