Kokushibo fell to his knees, all six of his eyes wide.
As a former human swordsman, he knew better than anyone what had just happened. That man, with just his fists, had shattered his Moon Breathing, which he had cultivated for hundreds of years. His katana lay broken into several pieces on the ground, with traces of being fractured by immense force still on its blade.
"A second Yoriichi Tsugikuni..." Kokushibo murmured, his voice filled with unprecedented fear. "No! He's a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying than Yoriichi!"
Douma's body was slowly reassembling, but his perpetually smiling face was now twisted beyond recognition. His golden folding fan had long since turned to dust, and his luxurious clothes were soaked with blood.
"So scary, so scary," he repeated nervously, having completely lost his usual composure.
Akaza knelt on the ground, all the tattoos on his body twitching violently. As a martial arts fanatic who pursued the pinnacle of martial arts, he knew better than anyone the weight of that punch.
"My Destructive Kill couldn't even touch him. A strong one, a truly strong one!" His voice was filled with despair.
Gyutaro held his sister Daki tightly, both siblings trembling uncontrollably. Gyutaro's scythe was broken in half, and Daki's sashes were shattered.
"Brother... will we die?" Daki's voice was as faint as a mosquito's.
Gyokko's grotesque pot-body had turned to dust. He was curled up in a corner, hands clutching his head.
"Don't look at me, don't look at me," he muttered nervously, having completely lost his dignity as an Upper Rank Demon.
Muzan finally completed his body's reassembly, but he still knelt on the ground, not daring to look up.
As the progenitor of demons, he knew better than anyone how powerful this mysterious being before him truly was. The opponent hadn't even been serious, crushing them all effortlessly, like an adult toying with children.
"What exactly are you? The progenitor of demons? Are you the first demon?" Muzan's voice was filled with unprecedented reverence and fear. At this moment, he finally understood what a true power disparity was.
Allen listened to Muzan's question, then stroked his chin, thinking seriously for a moment. After all, he was Chinese, so there was no problem in calling himself the ancestor of these little devils.
"That's right, I'm not only the progenitor of demons, but also the ancestor of all you little devils," he nodded.
Muzan's pupils constricted violently upon hearing Allen's answer, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. He had never imagined that the being before him was not only the progenitor of all demons but also the ancestor of all little devils. This completely overturned his thousand years of understanding.
"Could it be that the records in the ancient texts the doctor saw came from you?" Muzan's voice became hoarse with shock. He struggled to lift his head, his crimson eyes filled with awe and fear.
He prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead almost touching the floor, his voice filled with unprecedented reverence: "So, so you are Lord Progenitor."
Allen raised an eyebrow, not expecting a casual joke to be taken seriously. These sandbags were really interesting.
He cleared his throat, deciding to continue playing with these little demons: "Now that you know my identity, do you still dare to resist?"
"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!" Muzan quickly shook his head, cold sweat beading on his pale face.
He secretly glanced at Allen, pondering to himself: If this person truly is the Progenitor, wouldn't that mean the perfect form he had sought for a thousand years was right before his eyes?
Kokushibo's six eyes widened simultaneously. As a former human swordsman, he understood the weight of the word 'Progenitor' better than any other demon. He knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse: "Lord Progenitor, may I ask if Yoriichi Tsugikuni also received your guidance?"
Allen's mouth twitched slightly, not expecting this lie to grow bigger and bigger. He waved his hand with a profound air: "That child Yoriichi had good talent, but unfortunately, he was too stubborn."
These words made Kokushibo tremble, and a complex light flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head, his voice trembling: "So that's it, so that's it."
"Then... why would you help the Demon Slayer Corps?"
"I help whoever I want, is there a problem?" Allen's voice was cold.
"No, no," Kokushibo shook his head.
Douma had reassembled at some point. He sidled up to Allen, a fawning smile on his face: "Lord Progenitor~ How do you find my aptitude? Can you also give me some guidance?"
Allen glanced at him, saying coldly: "You? Your heart is not righteous; you won't amount to much."
Douma's smile froze on his face, and his golden folding fan clattered to the ground. Seeing this, Muzan sneered inwardly: It seems Lord Progenitor also looks down on this frivolous fellow.
Gyutaro pulled his sister back a few steps and whispered: "Ume, stay back, this Lord is too terrifying."
Daki nodded, her beautiful face pale with fear. She had never seen Lord Muzan look so humble, let alone the other Upper Ranks looking so terrified.
Allen surveyed the scene, quite satisfied with the demons' reactions.
He walked to the sofa, sat down, and crossed his legs: "Come here, all of you, I have something to say."
Muzan immediately crawled over and knelt by Allen's feet, like an obedient pet dog. For the sake of his life and the blue spider lily, he was willing to give anything.
The other Upper Ranks also gathered around, but maintained a certain distance, not daring to get too close.
"First," Allen held up a finger: "Regarding the blue spider lily."
Muzan's ears immediately perked up, his eyes gleaming with desire. Allen deliberately paused for a moment, watching Muzan's eagerness, and chuckled inwardly.
He hadn't expected teasing demons to be quite fun.
"I will bestow the blue spider lily upon you soon, but before that, you must undergo training under me until you can withstand the blue spider lily," Allen said unhurriedly.
After he finished evolving Asura Mode, he would go and evolve Nakime's ability to trap Muzan and the others in the Infinity Castle, fighting from morning till night.
Muzan prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead pressed against the floor, his voice trembling with reverence: "Lord Progenitor, how will you train us?"
Allen leaned back on the sofa, his finger gently tapping the armrest: "It's simple. I will personally train you until you can withstand the power of the blue spider lily."
Kokushibo's six eyes widened simultaneously. As a former human swordsman, he knew better than any other demon what this meant. He knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse: "It is our honor to receive personal guidance from Lord Progenitor."
Allen nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this. What he wanted was this effect: for them to be sold by him and still count his money, regretting their own lack of effort.
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