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Just to be on the safe side, he used his third strike to clear a path, swatting away the ghosts and vengeful spirits that kept surging in front of him.

With each strike of Uesugi Kiyoshi, a towering mirage inugami would follow.

The two complement each other, overcoming all obstacles, and the effect is not as simple as one plus one equals two. The power increases exponentially, completely disregarding the grand Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

As Shuten-dōji stared in astonishment at the phantom of the Inugami, Uesugi Kiyoshi unleashed his fourth strike without hesitation.

This strike landed squarely on Shuten-dōji's throat.

The Demon King of Mount Oe, being a veteran of countless battles, swiftly grabbed Uesugi Kiyoshi's blade.

At the same time, the sword of the dog god phantom was helplessly suspended in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

Onikiri's demon-slaying power and Inugami's evil-slaying power intertwined in Shuten-dōji's palm, causing him immense pain, but not enough to make him let go.

He grinned maliciously, and with the immense power of the Buddha's Divine Child, he snatched Uesugi Kiyoshi's Dojigiri Yasutsuna in one swift motion. Then, he couldn't wait to let go, and the demon-slaying blade was thrown into the sky.

It hurts terribly to hold that thing in your hand.

The look in Shuten-dōji's eyes as he looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi was one of blatant smugness.

He won.

That look seemed to say, "Without your sword, how will you cut me down?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi lowered his eyes, his face expressionless, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

His slightly upturned lips suggested that he was not in dire straits.

"The Hand of Hell wields the blade to slay demons!"

"Demon Blade, Rashomon!"

Suddenly raising his eyes, Uesugi Kiyoshi murmured something.

The swirling mirage around him formed an enormous, ghostly hand shape.

The demon's hand was withered, long, with sharp nails and wreathed in hellfire, making it look extremely familiar to Shuten-dōji.

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The demon hand that was severed from Ibaraki-dōji!

This ghostly hand, which was incorporated into Uesugi Kiyoshi's Mirage, has now appeared here!

With a raised hand, he easily caught Dojigiri Yasutsuna in mid-air.

The fifth strike of the Heart Sword Dance was delivered by the blade-wielding demon hand.

Amidst the splatter of blood, a head flew into the air.

After a brief silence, the Ghost King's body collapsed with a thud.

Chapter 140 The Undying Demon, Scroll of One Hundred Demons

Time seemed to stand still in this world.

Shuten-dōji's head flew in mid-air, his eyes filled with astonishment. He looked at the demon hand burning with purplish-black flames, and at the dojigiri Yasutsuna in the demon hand, and his long-buried memories were awakened.

This isn't the first time I've been beheaded by this knife.

Last time, the samurai named Minamoto no Yorimitsu who did this was also followed by a demon who controlled the Hand of Hell, his former companion, the demon of Mount Oe—Onikiri.

Is this fate?

Uesugi Kiyoshi was panting heavily, mental fatigue surging over him like a tidal wave, and large beads of sweat dripped continuously from his forehead.

Maintaining the "clear and still mind" that integrates mind and skill is extremely mentally taxing. In this state, he slashed five times in succession, splitting the Ghost King's Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, and then used his ghost hand to catch the blade and behead it unexpectedly. He was already showing signs of exhaustion.

Thankfully, it was a success.

If this move fails, he will have no choice but to fight to the death. He originally had a plan to escape, but with his companions supporting him from behind, he cannot escape on his own. He will have to fight to the death.

It's pointless to talk about this now.

Just as he was adjusting his breathing and recovering his strength, a somewhat surprised baritone voice came over.

"Only the demons of Mount Ooe can wield demon hands stained with the flames of hell."

"I can clearly smell your scent. Although I don't know why there's a mixed demonic aura about you, you are definitely not a demon, much less a ghost."

"I originally thought you were a swordsman from the Genji clan who inherited the sword of Onikiri, but merely inheriting the blade of Onikiri is absolutely not enough to wield Ibaraki's demonic hand!"

"Who the hell are you!"

Shuten-dōji's head hung in mid-air, dripping the blood of the Demon King, staining the land of Mount Ōe red, yet he remained unfazed, speaking without changing his expression.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was startled and reacted quickly. He reached out and caught Dojigiri Yasutsuna from the demon's hand, then turned and plunged his sword into the heart of Shuten-dōji's headless corpse.

With this sword strike, countless pale purple patterns spread across Shuten-dōji's body, like some mysterious runes, binding the demon king's body tightly.

But the leader of the Ghost Kings still shows no signs of disappearing.

Shuten-dōji's head even shook in mid-air in a very realistic way, looking at Uesugi Kiyoshi's actions with a hint of mockery.

"It's no use, kid."

"A loss is a loss. I acknowledge your strength, but you can't kill me."

Shuten-dōji was a pure demon—he had no sore loser mentality.

Even after drinking the deadly poison, he could not use his madness or miasma, and his Ghost King body, which grew stronger the more he was injured, was suppressed, losing more than 50% of his strength.

Even when he faced the Dojigiri Yasutsuna, a demon specially created to counter him, it could easily sever his demonic powers, rendering his copper-skinned, iron-boned body useless.

But these are not excuses. A win is a win, and a loss is a loss.

You can't expect your opponents on the battlefield to give you so-called "fairness".

There's nothing to be resentful about; he's the one whose head has been chopped off.

"Don't compare me to those lowlife clowns. I am the Demon King of Mount Ooe, the Immortal Shuten-dōji."

"The White Fox's son tried to kill me, Minamoto no Yorimitsu tried, and even the gods of Takamagahara tried."

"But I'm still alive today."

"I am the king of the Oni clan of Mount Ooe, the most powerful of all the Oni clans in the world."

"Do you understand? I possess the most powerful life force of the demon race, coupled with the characteristics of demon gods. As long as there is one living being in this world who knows the name of Oni-Swallowing Child, I am immortal."

“I might lose, I might become weaker, I might be imprisoned like a prisoner.”

"But, kill me?"

"Unless you kill every mortal in the world who knows the name of Shuten-dōji."

"Otherwise, it's wishful thinking!"

His long, incomplete, wine-red hair danced in the wind, and the Ghost King's expression remained unruly and wild, seemingly unconcerned about his current predicament.

He certainly had the confidence to be so arrogant. If what he said was true, then this Demon King of Mount Ooe was, in a sense, truly invincible.

An immortal body.

What an enviable ability.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't doubt the truth of this statement, as there were many clues and knowledge that Akutagawa Ryunosuke had shared with him to prove it.

Powerful spirits are virtually impossible to kill.

Even someone as powerful as Kamiizumi Hidekawa, at his peak, could only injure a demon, and still managed to let it escape.

Suppressing or sealing away ghosts and spirits may not be too difficult, but completely eliminating them is not something that can be done overnight.

As long as they have the support of "believers," they are like centipedes, never dying but still alive. Especially for a great demon like Shuten-dōji, who is famous throughout the world, countless mortals have heard his name and have feelings of respect, fear, and awe towards him. In a sense, these mortals can be considered his general followers.

Although there are not many believers, there are too many of them.

Not to mention the demons who slipped through the net, in the hearts of the demons, Shuten-dōji is the undisputed supreme god.

It is virtually impossible to completely eliminate Shuten-dōji.

Uesugi Kiyoshi mechanically drew his Dojigiri Yasutsuna, turned around, and met Shuten-dōji's head with his eyes.

After a long silence, he suddenly smiled.

"You are the most powerful ghost I have ever encountered, and also the most difficult opponent."

"But do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

"Yes, maybe you really are hard to kill."

"Then, wouldn't it be better if I captured you?"

Dojigiri Yasutsuna transformed into a stream of light and reattached itself to Uesugi Kiyoshi's arm.

Instead, countless mirages spread out, and a scroll gradually solidified before Uesugi Kiyoshi.

The scroll unfurled slowly and evenly.

A faint bluish-green fluorescence flickered on it, as if it couldn't wait any longer.

At first, Shuten-dōji didn't think much of it, but when he saw the contents of the painting, his expression suddenly changed.

"The Register of Yokai, the Scroll of One Hundred Demons!"

"You're clearly a human being, how could you possess something like this!"

"Wait! You!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Scroll of One Hundred Demons began to reveal its magnificence.

A tremendous force emanated from the scroll, causing the headless demon king's body on the ground and the head of Shuten-dōji in mid-air to gradually become distorted.

Like an abstract painting, it slowly lost its original shape as the colors blurred, eventually turning into a gray-black mist that resembled a mirage, which was then absorbed into the Hundred Demons Scroll without stopping.

A few dozen seconds later, the Scroll of One Hundred Demons swiftly closed up, swaying and staggering like a drunkard, crashing into Uesugi Kiyoshi's chest before disappearing without a trace.

at the same time.

The ground of Mount Ooe began to tremble slightly.

The shaking became increasingly violent, eventually resembling an earthquake. The earth cracked, trees and buildings collapsed, and the blood-red sun and golden moon teetered precariously in the sky.

This space was doomed.