How Strong Is Demon King Tanjiro Novels & Stories

He slammed right into a roman pillar soon after and wasn’t able to get back up after a long while. Everyone gasped for air. The bodyguards were in utter disbelief. The King of Arms was filled with fear. He couldn’t believe what just happened. ‘How is this possible?!’ ‘How is this kid so powerful?!’ He was a King of Arms after all. If he was instantly beaten with just a flick of a finger, then the opponent must be a God of War. Having such strength at such a young age… Talent and skill like this was clearly no worse than Vince at this point!

Their hair was gelled backwards, and their faces were void of any emotion as they walked in perfect sync. I feel proud looking at Archie. He looks so much like Silver; the only difference is his hair. They could mistake them for twins, and his aura matched Silver’s. They both have the same aura; now I get why Dean never wants to be king. In terms of power and strength, he is no match for Archie; Archie is powerful for his age. But one thing I know is that their bond is very strong, and they will always look out for each other. I heard someone sniffing, and I turned to Lillian, who was cleaning her tears. "Please, not now," I begged in my mind, holding her hand.

The world seemed to be quiet suddenly, the cicadas on the tree, the barking of the dogs in the street next to him, the thief's fierce face in mid-air, and the knife only a few inches from her face all freeze for a moment. "How does it feel like walking through death?" A voice came from the top of the head in the silence with a deep but clear voice. Cheng Mo looked up and suddenly found a man standing on the tip of the knife, looking at her cynically.

Leia remained silent, but she felt displeased and confused at the same time. The White Tiger King sighed softly as he cracked a bitter smile. "I know you're upset. I wanted to kill Oliver immediately too, but you know the Demon tribe's ability to fight comes from the White Tiger tribe and the Black Tortoise tribe. "The Black Tortoise King will be displeased and resentful if I kill Oliver and may leave with his tribe out of anger. "If that happens, the Demon tribe's strengths would be halved. How will we defend ourselves from the Godly Region or fiend folk if they attack us? For the sake of the Demon tribe's safety, that will have to do."

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.

He was able to calm her raging emotions while I stood by helplessly. Sitting in a room with the Fates, an Angel, and the Demon King sure had a way of making a man feel small, even when that man is the Lycan King. Growing up I was always the strongest in the room, aside from my few interactions with Levi, but being here, now, I realize how weak I actually am.

“Can I dig my nails into your skin? Claw you? Or maybe… I can tear you up and eat you!” “Demon…” she muttered, her nostrils flaring. How did he manage to repel a blessed arrow? No one, no demon has ever done that. “I’m not interested in fighting with a weak priestess. I have what I came for.” He flashed her a charming smile which Clairra hated. “You ask who I am, I am the Demon King. It’s disheartening to meet your acquaintance with an arrow, priestess. We shall meet again.” A few steps back in the shadow and the Demon King had disappeared, leaving Clairra more shocked than ever. She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until she fell to her knees, her bow down on the ground.

His face turns red and hot steam comes out from his body. "Why do I have to do everything on my own?" He releases a sigh of irritation. "Don't worry I will make sure that I will enjoy killing each one of you puny creatures," he furiously said. The Demon King spread his arms and large energy crawls all over his arms like an electric current and forms into a dark orb. It is the same spherical energy as Aria but it is darker and stronger.

"I thought I was dying too. My skin was burnt, but …" But? Violet tightened her fists. She wanted to know what he was about to say. "There would be no fun if I died, right?" the Demon King asked. Violet was speechless after hearing that. The Demon King was in his 20s. He couldn't be this childish, could he? "You grew weaker after all these years!" The Demon King teased and continued, "Obviously, women are not meant to be strong." "Cut the crap!" Violet scoffed coldly. "I will kill you this time."

"The demon king seems to have recovered. Is it okay for you to fight him alone?" His friend's strange question made the four of them look at him strangely. How could he compare his master to the Demon King, who was once the weakest figure in the demon palace, simply because he was favored by the ruler of the demon realm, allowing the Demon King to rise and become the Demon King despite his weak power. Perhaps in a world like Xiwang, he would be a difficult figure to achieve, but not in a high-level world where there were many powerful figures on the same level as the demon king. Comparing the demon king to his master, who was a noble figure, wasn't that the stupidest thing they had ever hear