Chapter 502

Tanjiro looks at the ten Hashira before him. He doesn't know what the Hashira represent yet, but the moment he sees these people, he knows that his and his sister's fate is now controlled by them.

Looking at Tanjiro, who is tied up tightly, the gentle Kanae Kocho takes half a step forward and says: "Tanjiro Kamado, we will now judge you."

"There's no need for a trial," Kyojuro Rengoku says directly: "As a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, harboring a demon is unforgivable. We can already judge him!"

Tengen Uzui also nods silently, "Since that's the case, let me flashily cut off his head."

The Hashira decide the future of Tanjiro and Nezuko in a few words.

The Hashira are not bad by nature, or rather, they are gentle and kind people. But to them, demons are extremely dangerous existences.

It's like someone walking down the street with a tiger; even if the tiger's owner says this tiger never hurts people, it is extremely terrifying in the eyes of others.

Moreover, tigers can eat all kinds of meat, but demons only eat people.

Tanjiro looks at these people anxiously. How could he let his sister die before his eyes like this?

"Everyone, Nezuko has never hurt anyone, and she never will!"

Unfortunately, such words have no persuasive power.

So Tengen Uzui directly questions: "Not having hurt anyone in the past doesn't mean she won't hurt anyone in the future! This kind of thing needs flashy proof!"

"Cut it out, do you really believe such stupid words?" The hot-tempered Sanemi Shinazugawa finally can't hold it anymore. He directly picks up the box containing Nezuko that had been placed on the side, throws it into the shadows, and slowly draws his sword.

"Let me prove the ugliness of demons!"

Oh no!

Tanjiro looks at the man before him nervously. He doesn't know what the other party is going to do, but he still struggles to stand up, wanting to stop it all.

Unfortunately, how could he be the opponent of the Wind Hashira now?

And just as Sanemi Shinazugawa draws his Nichirin Sword, rumbling!

In the void, a chariot rushes out directly!

"What is that!"

The ten Hashira react immediately and draw their Nichirin Swords! This unknown thing suddenly intrudes into the master's residence! What if! It's a demon attack!

This chariot rushes toward the ten Hashira with unstoppable momentum. Facing this chariot that has come with ill intent, all the Hashira swing their swords with all their might!

Water Breathing! Sixth Form: Whirlpool!

Insect Breathing! Bee Sting Dance: True Flutter!

……

Mist Breathing! Third Form: Scattering Mist Splash!

Love Breathing! Second Form: Love-Struck Anguish!

With all ten Hashira unleashing their own Breathing Styles simultaneously, even an Upper Rank Twelve Kizuki would be instantly annihilated by such an assault!

Yet, the moment these attacks landed on the chariot, they were completely blocked by it!

"Oh no! Could Muzan have come himself?"

The ten Hashira could not retreat; behind them lay the Master's residence. Just as they gripped their Nichirin swords, ready to go all out, the chariot pulled a beautiful drift just meters away from them and came to a stop right before their eyes.

"Huh???" The ten Hashira looked at one another, clearly still confused about what had just happened.

At that moment, the vehicle door opened. Lin Ye slowly stepped out. Looking at the nine Hashira (the Stone Hashira could not see) who were staring at him with wide eyes, Lin Ye nodded at them with a smile and said,

"Sorry, it's my first time driving this far, I lack experience. I'll be more careful next time."

Next time? There's going to be a next time?

Seeing Lin Ye, who had intruded so abruptly, everyone present instinctively grew wary of him. Sanemi Shinazugawa, who had the most volatile temper, was already pointing his Nichirin sword at Lin Ye and shouting,

"Who exactly are you?"

Lin Ye looked at the ten Hashira, then at Tanjiro off to the side, and immediately understood what was happening.

"It seems I've come at a bad time. By the way, where is Yoriichi Tsugikuni? Have him come see me."

"You know Lord Yoriichi?" Kanae Kocho looked at Lin Ye with curiosity. Years ago, she was about to die at the hands of a demon when Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who happened to be passing by, saved her, so she couldn't help but react to his name.

"Of course." Lin Ye nodded. "Come to think of it, he is my junior."

"Shut up!" Sanemi Shinazugawa couldn't listen anymore. He looked at the Hashira beside him and shouted, "Lord Yoriichi was a figure from hundreds of years ago! Aside from Lady Uta, what else can live for hundreds of years besides demons? And don't tell me you think someone who just breaks into our headquarters is a friendly person."

Sigh! This Sanemi Shinazugawa! Why is he so thick-headed! If Yoriichi Tsugikuni can live for a hundred years, why can't others?

But Lin Ye also understood their suspicion toward him.

It would be like you sitting at home playing a game, and suddenly a young man breaks in and claims to be your great-grandfather; no one would believe that.

"Sigh." Lin Ye sighed. "I am a reasonable person. It seems it is time to convince people with virtue."

Hum!

Instantly, Muramasa appeared in Lin Ye's hand! The next second, Lin Ye swung his sword at the ten Hashira!

Secret Sword Technique! Swallow Reversal!

At the same time, a Muramasa appeared directly in front of every Hashira! Even more terrifyingly, each Muramasa unleashed a signature Breathing Style!

Flame Breathing! Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!

Sound Breathing! Fourth Form: Constant Resounding Slashes!

……

Wind Breathing! Ninth Form: Idaten Typhoon!

Flower Breathing: Sixth Form: Whirling Peach!

Ten attacks appeared simultaneously! Everyone wanted to resist! However, even the strongest among them, the Stone Hashira, could not move an inch! Each of them felt bound in place by an invisible pressure, forced to let the attacks land right before them.

Swish, swish, swish!

A flash of light passed, the pressure vanished. Every Hashira instinctively touched their neck. Their heads were, of course, still there, but in front of them, a lock of hair drifted down with the breeze...

After a long while, Sanemi Shinazugawa finally spoke.

"This... this is too flashy..."

Tengen Uzui………

Why are you stealing my lines!