A flicker of hesitation crossed Muzan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by desire. He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm: "Where is the blue spider lily?"
Allen shook his head: "Even if I told you, you wouldn't find it, because the blue spider lily only appears during the day."
Muzan's brows furrowed, and confusion appeared on his pale face: "Daytime?"
Allen nodded gently, his fingertip tracing the rim of the wine glass: "That's right, the blue spider lily only blooms at noon, and its flowering period is only a short ten minutes. You demons, who fear the sun, naturally will never find it."
Douma suddenly peeked out from behind Kokushibo, his golden fan covering half his face: "Oh my, this is truly ironic~ The thing you desire most, you can only find at the time you fear most~"
Muzan gave Douma a cold glance, and the latter immediately fell silent.
He turned to Allen, a complex light flickering in his crimson eyes: "Since you know its whereabouts, why don't you just take it?"
"Because I am also waiting for the right moment," Allen put down his wine glass, his gaze sweeping over every Upper Rank Demon present.
"I need to confirm whether you are worthy of this power."
Since these demons were already here, why not let him beat them up first and test the effect of human sandbags?
A flicker of wariness crossed Muzan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by desire. He slowly walked in front of Allen, his voice low and restrained: "Then, how do we prove we are worthy?"
Allen smiled slightly, his gaze wandering among the demons: "It's very simple, let me see your strength. After all, only the strong are worthy of eternal sunlight."
Kokushibo's hand rested on his nichirin blade, his six eyes narrowing simultaneously: "You want to fight us?"
Allen nodded: "That's right, all of you come at me."
Allen's words instantly solidified the atmosphere in the room. Muzan's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his crimson pupils.
Since the other party wanted to see their strength, then he would grant his wish!
"Play with this guest!" Muzan suddenly spread his arms, his muscles twisting and swelling, his suit tearing to reveal his grotesque demon form.
"Blood Demon Art: Black Blood Thorns!"
Countless black tentacles with sharp thorns erupted from his back, sweeping towards Allen like living creatures.
But Allen simply stood still, and an invisible barrier half a meter away blocked all the black tentacles, preventing them from advancing even an inch.
Muzan immediately changed his attack upon seeing this. His arm suddenly stretched and deformed, transforming into a bone whip covered in thorns that swept horizontally.
Allen slightly tilted his body, and the bone whip grazed his clothes, the strong wind it generated destroying all the furnishings in the room. He raised his hand, grabbed the bone whip, and gave a gentle tug: "Too slow."
Muzan stumbled a few steps from the immense force, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
"What are you all standing around for?!" Muzan roared, his voice trembling with anger.
Kokushibo was the first to react. His six eyes opened simultaneously, and the moment his nichirin blade was drawn, the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop by several degrees.
"Moon Breathing, First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace!"
Dark moon blades, accompanied by countless tiny crescent-shaped slashes, attacked Allen. Where the blade light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart.
"Asura Mode!" Allen partially activated Asura Mode, his muscles began to bulge abnormally, his eyes turned completely blood-red, and a suffocating sense of oppression emanated from him.
"They can't die anyway, so it's okay to be a little serious, right?"
Allen stood still, facing Kokushibo's Moon Breathing, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. He didn't even move his feet, simply raising his right hand and clenching his fist, delivering a punch.
"Bang!"
Kokushibo's slash was shattered by Allen's punch, and the shockwave pulverized the surrounding furniture. Kokushibo's six eyes widened simultaneously, looking at this scene in disbelief.
"Th-this is impossible!" His voice was hoarse and trembling.
Muzan's face grew even gloomier: "Everyone, hurry up!"
Douma was the first to respond. He leaped lightly, his golden fan unfolding: "Blood Demon Art: Lotus Leaf Ice!"
Countless ice crystal lotus flowers bloomed in the air, attacking Allen with bone-chilling cold.
Allen didn't even look, just casually threw a punch.
"Boom!"
Where the punch wind passed, all the ice crystal lotus flowers shattered. Douma was sent flying by the aftermath, crashing heavily against the wall and disintegrating into a blood mist, waiting for his body to reconstruct.
At the same time, Akaza had already rushed in front of Allen, his fist carrying furious power directly towards Allen's face: "Destructive Kill: Annihilation Style!"
Allen still stood motionless, merely tilting his head slightly. Akaza's fist brushed past his hair. Allen's left hand formed a claw, and he lightning-fast gripped Akaza's wrist.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out, and Akaza's arm twisted at an unnatural angle. He grunted, a flicker of pain in his eyes.
"Too slow, too slow." Allen released his hand, and Akaza stumbled back a few steps, his arm recovering at a visible speed.
Gyutaro and Daki, the siblings, flanked him from both sides. Blood scythes and sashes attacked Allen simultaneously. This time, Allen didn't even raise his hand, just lightly stomped his foot. The ground vibrated violently, causing the siblings to lose their footing, and all their attacks missed.
True fear finally appeared in Muzan's eyes. He realized that the power of this human far exceeded his imagination.
Allen stood still, looking at the disheveled demons around him, a slight smile on his lips: "Is this your full power? You've disappointed me too much."
Muzan's pupils contracted violently. He had never imagined that he and the Upper Ranks combined would be so easily defeated. He suppressed the fear in his heart, his voice hoarse: "We're not in good condition today, we can't display our full strength."
Allen looked at Muzan's attempt to maintain composure and couldn't help but laugh: "Not in good condition? Do you want to rest first?"
"Losing is losing, accept your punishment." His expression turned cold, and a crimson light flashed in his eyes.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Apart from Douma, who was still reconstructing, the other seven demons were all instantly turned into blood mist by Allen, without even the slightest ability to fight back.
"Such terrifying power! Such astonishing speed!" Muzan's body trembled violently during the reconstruction process. His pupils constricted to pinpricks, staring intently at Allen. As a demon king who had lived for a thousand years, he felt a shiver from the depths of his soul for the first time.
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