I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

This pain, this despair, made him unable to believe, and dare not believe, that ghosts... could resist his instincts!

If the gamble goes wrong, who will bear the responsibility for the lives lost?!

If he wins the gamble, then what about the blood-stained resolve he had for killing his mother?!

He didn't dare to gamble.

Therefore, he wanted to personally crush this false "hope"!

Seeing that the demon inside the box still wouldn't come out, Shinazugawa's eyes became even more cruel.

Tanjiro's roars never stopped; his heart-wrenching cries of "Stop!" cut like dull knives into the nerves of everyone present.

But nothing could shake the man before her, who had fallen into madness.

"Come out here!!"

Shinazugawa roared, no longer just probing with the tip of his blade, but with an almost brutal, savage manner, stabbing the Nichirin Blade into the wooden box again and again!

"Get out here, you damned monster!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of the blade piercing the wooden box echoed repeatedly, like sharp knives precisely stabbing into Tanjiro's heart.

Each "plop" sound was accompanied by an extremely suppressed, painful growl from inside the wooden box, and the helpless trembling of the petite body, tearing Tanjiro's heart to pieces.

3.3 "Aaaaaaahh ...

Tanjiro's near-limit roar erupted completely, his vocal cords seemed to be torn apart, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils trembled violently due to extreme fear and anger.

He finally broke free from the restraints binding his hands and, like a young beast driven to the brink of despair, charged fiercely towards the River of Immortality.

However, a white figure was faster than him.

— Serpent Pillar Obanai Iguro.

He easily subdued Tanjiro again with just his elbow, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Don't move, kid, or I'll break your bones."

Nezuko was about to be completely lured out by the blood, and her fragile rationality was about to be devoured by her bestial nature.

It seemed that Shinazugawa was about to swing his sword again, putting a bloody end to this "miracle".

At this critical moment.

The air seemed to be instantly sucked out by some invisible force.

A streak of purple light, too fast for the naked eye to catch, yet possessing a suffocating, viper-like sharpness, burst forth from the shadows.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

The flowing light solidified into a long, winding purple venomous dragon. Its head was not ferocious, but rather possessed an eerie elegance like a butterfly. Yet, in the next second, it suddenly wrapped around the blood-stained blade of Shinazugawa, which was about to be swung down again.

"Chong-"

A soft sound, crisp as ice cracking.

Shinazugawa's Nichirin Blade, imbued with his rage and possessing immense power, was stopped by a dark purple scabbard with a chilling precision and lightness.

It wasn't a block, it wasn't a parry.

It stopped so gently, like a spring breeze brushing against willow catkins.

The violent kinetic energy and surging killing intent vanished into nothingness at the seemingly fragile tip of the scabbard.

"That's enough, Mr. Shinazugawa."

Shinobu Kocho was already standing there, her face still as calm as ice and snow, as if she had just casually brushed away a fallen leaf.

Chapter 58: Crushing Victory! The strongest "Pillar" is actually...

In the shadows of the courtyard, Shinobu Kocho maintained the posture of her scabbard resting on her Nichirin Blade.

She turned her face slightly to the side, and her exquisite profile, as if sculpted from ice and jade, exuded an inhuman, almost divine beauty amidst the smoke and dust.

But in those deep purple eyes, all the light and heat had long since settled, leaving only a deathly, icy abyss that could drag one's soul into eternal night, calmly watching Shinazugawa Sanemi, whose body had become completely stiff.

Her voice was as soft as the first snow under the moonlight, each syllable carrying a dreamlike ethereal quality, yet combining to form an unquestionable, cold declaration belonging to the final arbiter.

"The wind should stop, Mr. Shinazugawa."

Sanemi Shinazugawa's pupils contracted violently to the size of pinpoints in that instant.

His knife was immobilized.

The Nichirin Blade that accompanied him in slaying countless demons and carried all his anger and will was now firmly "stuck" to by a dark purple scabbard.

The muscles in his arm stiffened instantly. The immense force, which was infused with his rage, seemed to have crashed into an invisible mountain, and was instantly absorbed and disintegrated, without even the slightest reaction.

what happened? !

His mind went blank, and his gaze unconsciously shifted to the blade. Then, he witnessed a bizarre and unforgettable scene that he would never forget.

Purple lines, seemingly imbued with life, spread from the tip of the slender scabbard, like the veins of a venomous snake, climbing and multiplying on his Nichirin Blade.

Wherever it passed, the indestructible special steel emitted a mournful "sizzling" sound, revealing visible, mottled marks of being corroded by the highly toxic substance!

What... breathing technique is this?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when an even more terrifying and unacceptable fact, like a belated tsunami, swept over his entire sanity.

He was stopped.

No, it's not just about being stopped.

It was him, the Wind Pillar Sanemi Shinazugawa, whose strength was enough to rank him among the top three in the Demon Slayer Corps, and who was known for his berserk power.

it turns out--

He was stopped by a woman, a woman he knew so well who couldn't even cut off the head of the demons, who only knew how to hide in the back and play with poison and do some intelligence-related underhanded things, the weakest "pillar"!

That absurd reality transformed into a scalding sense of shame, enough to burn his reason to ashes, shooting straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

For a man like Sanemi Shinazugawa, shame is a poison more unbearable than death!

For the first time, a near-collapse-like ferocity appeared on his face, which was contorted with rage, and a suppressed roar, inhuman and utterly hushed, came from deep within his throat.

"You're the kind of woman who...only knows how to...play petty tricks...!!!"

Amidst his roar, he made a crazy, self-harming move that surprised everyone!

He didn't try to break free skillfully, but instead used the purest, most destructive brute force!

He forcefully "torn" his Nichirin Blade back from its poisoned scabbard!

"Clang—Sizzle!!!"

The sound wasn't like metal clashing; it was more like a dull knife cutting through bone—sharp, piercing, and sending chills down your spine!

A series of sparks and corroded black iron filings burst from his precious Nichirin Blade, leaving an ugly scar on the blade!

But he doesn't care!

His pride, crushed in public, and the activation of his "rare blood" had completely transformed him into a beast that only knew how to destroy!

"—Go! To! Die!!"

With this heart-wrenching final roar, all the muscles in his body instantly bulged to their limit, and grotesque blue veins bulged under his skin like twisted earthworms, stretching his team uniform to the point of almost tearing it apart!

[Wind Breathing - First Form - Dust Whirlwind - Slash!]

The already damaged Nichirin Blade now unleashed an even more ferocious and reckless green tornado, sweeping towards Shinobu Kocho's neck!

This strike showed absolutely no mercy!

It's a deadly move that can instantly cut through steel, a move that's risked everything!

However, faced with this whirlwind-like slash, Shinobu Kocho's figure drifted backward like a phantom scattered by the wind.

Just one step.

That ghostly movement was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception.

boom--! ! !

The raging green wind blade went out of control in an instant and slammed hard into the wooden floor behind her!

With a loud bang, the solid corridor was torn up in sections, sending wood chips and dust flying into the sky!

All that remained was a huge, grotesque slash that was more than ten meters long and two meters deep!

The terrifying destructive power left everyone present speechless.

"ah!"

Kanroji Mitsuri let out a worried gasp, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, her beautiful cherry-pink eyes filled with disbelief.

She couldn't understand why Shinobu, who was protecting the brother and sister just a second ago, was fighting with Mr. Shinazugawa the next!

And... it's a fight to the death!

"Ugh! Stop! Shinazugawa!" For the first time, the Flame Pillar Kyojuro Rengoku's booming voice carried urgency and shock. "Your fighting spirit is completely out of control!"

"Hey, hey, are you kidding me?!" The signature flamboyant smile on Sound Hashira Uzui Tengen's face had vanished, replaced by a look of utter astonishment, as if he'd seen a ghost. "Are these two crazy?! This is flashy, but... are they trying to tear down headquarters?!"

"Tsk... What an extremely ugly storm."

Serpent Pillar Obanai Iguro whispered coldly, not even bothering to glance at the "beast" that had completely lost control. His heterochromatic snake eyes were filled only with absolute focus on the safety of his lord.

Before the words were even finished, two figures shot up simultaneously like ghosts!

It was Obanai Iguro, who had the fastest reaction, and Gyomei Himejima, who was the strongest!

They did nothing to stop the deadly fight that had completely spiraled out of control, because their duties included matters that were more important and of absolute priority than mediation!

Iguro's figure appeared like a black lightning bolt, instantly appearing beside Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

Meanwhile, the imposing figure of Beimingyu Xingming stood like an unshakeable mountain in front of the lord, with the two of them positioned to the left and right.

In the most perfect manner, the lord and his two petite daughters were completely separated from this battlefield that had turned into a meat grinder!

At the same time, another figure moved.

Water Pillar Tomioka Giyuu, a man who has always been detached from the group, is now showing amazing teamwork.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the earth-shattering duel, he flashed by.

Like a silent stream of water, it appeared instantly under the eaves, scooped up the tattered wooden box, and carried it to the absolute safety of the rear.

In the blink of an eye, the rescue and protection were completed.

Now, in the center of the entire courtyard, only the white figure that stirred up the storm of destruction remains—along with the purple phantom that stands motionless in the eye of the storm.

"You...you crazy woman...!!"

When his attack missed, Shinazugawa Sanemi's anger did not subside; instead, it burned even more fiercely because of that incomprehensible strangeness.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Shinobu Kocho, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"I'm going to grind your damned face, along with your disgusting poison, into dust!!!"

【Wind Breathing - Second Form - Claw Claw - Kōto Wind!】

He leaped high into the air, from top to bottom.

[Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!]

Sanemi Shinazugawa unleashed four enormous green wind blades that seemed capable of tearing through space, like the claws of a ferocious beast, blocking all of Shinobu Kocho's possible escape routes!

Faced with this devastating attack, Butterfly Shinobu made a move.

She did not dodge again.

Instead, he slowly drew the dark purple Nichirin Blade an inch from its sheath.

【Breath of Karmic Poison - Modified - Form One - Infinite】

There was no earth-shattering fanfare, no dazzling lights or shadows.

Only a faint, serpentine purple streak flashed before her.