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He hurled countless sharp blades like shuriken at the three swordsmen surrounding him.
While the Lower Moon demons cannot rival the Pillars, they still represent an insurmountable gap for these ordinary swordsmen.
"Damn it, is this the end..."
These Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen did not grieve for their own deaths; upon seeing the numbers on their opponents' eyes, they were already prepared to sacrifice themselves.
Having fought to this extent, each of them had long since disregarded life and death.
He only felt regret that he wouldn't even be able to hold on until the pillar arrived.
Letting a Lower Moon demon escape will cost countless innocent lives.
Thinking of this, a hint of despair flashed in the swordsmen's eyes.
"I'm sorry, my lord, Lord Flower Pillar..."
"In the end, we couldn't stop him..."
boom--
Accompanied by a roar even more muffled than thunder, thick smoke and dust billowed out, obscuring everyone's vision.
The imagined pain did not come.
The smoke gradually dispersed.
The swordsman looked down at his body with some confusion, then moved his fingers, feeling no different from before.
"Am I... am I already dead? Is this the afterlife...?"
"Where is everyone... how is everyone doing!?"
He subconsciously looked around and saw that his teammates were still standing there unharmed, all with bewildered expressions.
"Really... Were we all dead... Are we already in the afterlife...?"
"But why does it feel like there's one more person than before?"
He rubbed his eyes, seemingly thinking he was seeing things, but the tall figure was still standing in front of him.
"No! It's not an illusion! There really is one more person! Is it reinforcements from the Demon Slayer Corps? That height... could it be the legendary 'Sound Hashira'?!"
Hearing the Demon Slayer team member who had been rescued start muttering to himself, Natsuhiko felt utterly exasperated.
This team member seems to have questionable intelligence...
And why has he suddenly become so talkative? Could it be that he has realized the true meaning of survival is to become a commentator?
Fortunately, this frustrating situation didn't last long.
A gust of wind blew by, dispersing all the dust that had obscured the view and revealing Xia Yan's figure in its entirety.
The first thing that catches the eye is that head of long, flowing hair, swaying in the wind like the tail of a meteor or comet.
Despite being nearly half a meter long, it seemed to defy the law of universal gravitation, stubbornly and straightening backward without showing any sign of drooping.
It's astonishing how strong such hair must be.
His tall and imposing body was adorned with a dark blue haori embroidered with cloud and wind patterns that fluttered in the wind, exuding an aura of unparalleled power that seemed to have nothing to do with the world.
Like a god descended to earth.
The scene fell silent for a while.
Chapter 51 Not yet, but tomorrow will be.
"You son of a bitch! Who the hell are you?!"
The crude words broke the silence.
But Bingye, having regained her senses, posed a soul-searching question to Xia Yan, who had blocked her attack.
“My name is Xia Yan. If you don’t like calling me that, you can just call me ‘Lan Zhu’. I can handle it.”
Xia Yan's expression was calm, his eyes were calm, and his tone was extremely calm.
Every word he uttered carried a sense of detachment and nonchalance, as if he were about to ascend to heaven and become an immortal in the next second.
He exuded an air of sophistication.
"Storm Pillar... Storm Pillar!?"
Upon hearing this word, Bingye's eyes shrank to the size of pinholes, and an indescribable fear permeated her entire body, down to her pores.
At this moment, Byakuya recalled the fear of being dominated by the "pillar".
"Huh? The Storm Hashira? When did the Demon Slayer Corps get a Storm Hashira?"
The swordsman standing behind Xia Yan rubbed the back of his head, his eyes turning into beady ones, and asked his teammate next to him with some confusion.
His teammates all looked at him as if he were an idiot, then turned their gazes to Bingye, gripped their longswords, and prepared to fight again.
"Are you an idiot?! Even if you know it's not true, you shouldn't say it out loud!"
"Warning! That Lower Moon demon is about to attack!"
Sure enough, the moment the swordsman finished dismantling Xia Yantai, Bingye's face flushed red with anger, and his head seemed to be steaming as if it were a kettle boiling over.
"You motherfucker, how dare you lie to me! I'll kill you!!! I'll... I'll..."
Bingye glared angrily at Xia Yan and roared, but he couldn't utter the rest of his sentence.
"So what? Speak louder, I can't hear you—"
Seeing that the stage he had set up had been almost completely dismantled by the swordsman, Xia Yan stopped maintaining his aloof and arrogant demeanor. He put one hand to his ear, turned his back to Bing Ye, and showed a smug expression.
"Why do you only say half of what you mean? Do you feel like you can't move your body?"
Xia Yan smiled mysteriously, rested his long sword on his shoulder, and raised an eyebrow at Bingye.
"What on earth did you do?!"
The diseased leaf struggled incessantly, but felt as if it were buried deep underground, with an indescribable sense of constraint all over its body.
It was as if an invisible giant python had tightly coiled around him.
"I am neither your elementary school teacher nor your parent, and I have no obligation to answer your questions."
"However, since you've shamelessly asked, I'll be righteous and tell you, so you won't die without even knowing how you died."
As he spoke, Xia Yan strolled leisurely toward Bingye.
The long sword in his hand gleamed with a cold, clear light under the moonlight.
"The meaning of 'Storm' is a raging storm that sweeps everything away like a catastrophe. My 'Storm Breathing' is that raging storm that sweeps across the heavens and earth like a catastrophe!"
"What binds you is the wind that is omnipresent between heaven and earth."
"Storm Breathing - Ninth Form - Mysterious Wind - Genbu!"
As Xia Yan uttered the name of his move, the object binding the diseased leaf vaguely revealed its shape under the moonlight.
It was a swarm of snakes with two horns on their heads, howling towards the sky, formed by a vortex created by the ceaseless blowing of the gale.
The powerful wind pressure pressed the diseased leaves firmly to the spot, rendering them unable to move an inch.
Xuanwu refers to a tortoise and snake. It is located in the north, hence the name Xuan (black). Its body is covered in scales, hence the name Wu (martial).
Xuanwu, the celestial guardian deity, is a creature with the sky as its shell and the earth as its belly, nurturing the serpent of the atmosphere.
The divine wind vortexes coil around the opponent like serpents, restricting their movements, while the atmospheric barrier covering the heavens and earth provides defense.
This can be described as a comprehensive approach to prevention and control.
Xia Yan just used this move to block the leaf shuriken thrown by Bingye and firmly bind it to the spot.
"You should have felt it too, right? You felt the Xuanwu's binding force, as intense as heaven and earth!"
After saying those words, Xia Yan felt that his coolness had been instantly elevated to the extreme after being humiliated by his incompetent teammate. It was like stepping into an air-conditioned room on a hot summer day, making him feel refreshed and clear-headed.
"Damn it!!!"
"How could someone with that kind of strength not be a Pillar? You bastard, how dare you trick me into lowering my guard! You're so despicable!!!"
The diseased leaf let out a helpless, furious roar.
His dim, yellowish pupils instantly filled with bloodshot veins as he glared angrily at the swordsman who had just said that the Demon Slayer Corps didn't have a Storm Pillar.
Even if he was weak, he was still the sixth lower moon. Even if he faced the water pillar from before, although he couldn't beat it, he wouldn't be subdued in one move.
He wasn't lying to you.
Xia Yan walked to Bing Ye's side, and under his resentful and fearful gaze, he tapped Bing Ye's forehead with the scabbard, a frivolous smile on his lips.
"I'm currently only a Rank A swordsman; I'm still one Rank Twelve Demon Moon's head away from becoming a true 'Storm Pillar.'"
"Where should I find it, dear Lower Moon Six?"
Chapter 52 Count to three with me
The diseased leaf did not speak.
He didn't know how to answer Xia Yan's question.
Do you really expect him to say it?
"You're missing one of the Twelve Demon Moons' heads. What a coincidence, I happen to have one here. Please feel free to use it."
Is that what you mean?
He does have one head, but he doesn't have an extra one!
He's keeping some for himself!
Damn it, think faster, brain! Hurry up and come up with a way to get me out of here, or you'll become this frivolous man's achievement as a "pillar"!
"Oh my, is it over already? As expected of Natsuhiko-kun."
Just as Byakuya was racking his brains trying to figure out how to survive, Kanae Kocho's gentle and soothing voice sounded behind Natsuhiko.
Her figure gracefully descended from mid-air, her haori fluttering, and under the moonlight, she was as elegant and beautiful as a butterfly.
"Lord Hua Hashira!"