Chapter 271 The Ghost King’s Wrath! The Ghost King Howls!

"Wow! That’s amazing!"

Lucas nodded cooperatively, "But listening to it, it’s just a low-tier Vampire. Can it beat the Vampires in Twilight?"

He was saying weird things again.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya couldn’t understand at all.

Whoosh!

Outside the courtyard, the originally gentle night breeze suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold.

The flying wisteria petals all over the sky stagnated in mid-air, and then were cut into pieces one by one by invisible blade qi. A thick, pungent smell of blood permeated the air, but Lucas seemed unaware of it.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Creak, creak.

The other party’s attire gave a sense of a Western gentleman, and the paper sliding door was slowly pushed open by an invisible force.

A black-haired man stood under the moonlight. He wore a black suit and a White top hat, with a pale complexion, and his scarlet Mei blossom pupils were filled with tyranny and cruelty.

This was the progenitor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji!

"Finally... I’ve found you, Kagaya!"

Muzan stood outside the threshold, with his hands in his suit trousers pockets.

"The Ubuyashiki family has been hindering me for a thousand years, and you are the current Family Head. To think you’ve ended up in this state now—ugly! Too ugly!"

Ubuyashiki Kagaya faced him quietly, without any fear, only endless calmness.

"You’ve finally come, Muzan... How many years our clan has pursued you! Tonight is the end for you, this fiend."

"The end? Relying on this rotting flesh of yours? Or relying on that ridiculous gunpowder you buried underground?"

Muzan sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

With his perception that transcended ordinary mortals, he naturally vaguely sensed the anomaly beneath the mansion, but he didn’t care at all.

In his view, no matter how powerful mortal explosives were, it was absolutely impossible to completely kill him, who possessed perfect regenerative abilities!

"I am a creature infinitely close to perfection! I am the incarnation of Eternity! In front of natural disasters, humans can only kneel and beg for forgiveness!"

Muzan spread his arms, preparing to deliver his classic speech, but a glance out of the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of Lucas sitting next to him.

This man’s figure was too tall!

He was even several dimensions taller than the strongest and sturdiest Stone Hashira.

Muzan’s brow furrowed instantly.

In his field of vision, the black-haired youth was wearing a tastelessly designed bathrobe, and even his sitting posture was extremely ugly. He didn’t even know where he pulled an apple from, chewing on it with a crunching sound.

That sound was annoying to hear!

What made Muzan feel inexplicably irritable was that on this youth, he likewise couldn’t feel a shred of fighting spirit or any traces of breathing techniques.

"Pretending to be a ghost! He’s already dead as dead can be, and I’m just startling myself! Just a mortal ant by the roadside, how dare he look straight at me with such eyes?"

Muzan’s eyes turned fierce, and the murderous intent in his pupils surged violently.

In his view, any weak life form should be frightened into kneeling and begging for mercy the moment they saw the true face of the Demon King!

"Muzan! Stop right now! Your opponent is me!" Ubuyashiki Kagaya spoke hastily, trying to divert Muzan’s attention.

However, Muzan couldn’t be bothered to care.

Rip!

Muzan shifted instantly, his arm as fast as a steel blade, looking as though it was about to slash down.

"Go to hell, you eyesore scum!"

Wherever the attack passed, the hard wooden floor and air were even plowed into a vacuum!

However.

Facing this blow that was enough to kill a Hashira-level swordsman on the spot, Lucas’s movements did not pause for a moment.

Clang!

A crisp, loud bang exploded inside the Japanese-style room!

Muzan’s indestructible physical body, just an inch away from Lucas’s forehead, collided with an invisible force field.

The violent recoil force, like a heavy hammer of ten thousand jun, poured back along his arm!

Crack! Crack!

"Agh aaah!!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Muzan’s entire right arm, all the way up from his fingertips, burst apart inch by inch, turning into a sky full of black-red blood mist and fragments!

The powerful Impact even blew Muzan flying away, heavily smashing through the rockery and courtyard wall outside the courtyard.

The Demon King rolled dozens of meters away in the mud in a sorry state!

Quiet!

The Japanese-style room was dead silent.

Although Ubuyashiki Kagaya couldn’t see, he heard that loud explosion and Muzan’s shrill wail clearly, leaving him completely paralyzed in place.

This... what happened?

Demon King anger!

Demon King attack!!

Demon King scream?

"Cough... cough cough! Damn it! What kind of breathing technique is this?! Why is it so hard? Could this be your clan’s trump card of the current generation? A true bottom-of-the-box Hashira-level powerhouse!"

In the courtyard ruins, Muzan crawled out from the pile of rubble.

The flesh and blood of his right arm wriggled wildly under his regenerative ability, and within just a few seconds, a brand-new arm re-condensed.

However, that originally pale and handsome face was now completely distorted and deformed due to extreme panic and fury!

The Demon King was a coward.

He had once faced Tsugikuni Yoriichi, the strongest swordsman of that era, who mastered the strongest breathing technique. As a result, he was almost killed by a single slash, and finally fled back to his lair in a sorry state, hiding for decades.

It wasn’t until Tsugikuni Yoriichi’s Death that he dared to pop out and cause trouble.

In various fan-made masterpieces, scaring the Demon King was definitely a fun thing, and the Demon King was indeed jumpy.

"You... who on Earth are you?!"

Muzan completely tore off his elegant disguise, his clothes bursting all over his body.

"Whether you are human or ghost! No one in this world can surpass me! Go to hell!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Demon King turned into a pitch-black afterimage, every strike easily snapping iron and splitting stone. Attacks from all directions kept falling, smashing down towards Lucas’s head.

The roof of the Japanese-style room was blown off on the spot under the violent air pressure!

Lucas swallowed the last bite of the apple and casually threw the apple core behind him.

He patted the non-existent dust on his bathrobe, stood up from the tatami mat, and looked at the Demon King who seemed frozen in place—this guy was quite mini!

Fighting him even gave a sense of beating a child!

"Brother! I’m just a passing traveler who was originally taking a break here, eating an apple and asking for directions! Suddenly you interrupted me, and I figure I didn’t provoke you! Why are you hitting me?"

Lucas’s tone was plain as he just raised a finger and flicked Muzan on the forehead.

Dong!

The ground of the entire Japanese-style room shook violently, but bizarrely, the tens of thousands of catties of explosives below were not detonated, and not even a trace of dust rose from the tatami mats around Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

However, a small dot appeared in the void right in the center of the courtyard, and then this dot expanded infinitely, turning into a huge force that completely destroyed all visible scenery in front of it!

That wave of air even blew away ten thousand miles of thick clouds.

Giving Earth a super middle-part hairstyle.

As for Muzan right in the center of the attack, needless to say how miserable he was; let alone pieces of flesh, not even a single cell was left, crushed into atoms and returned to the Universe.

Of course, Lucas showed mercy and didn’t wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps that was coming to support as well.