Dragon's Claim: Zhan Xuan in the Demon Slayer Realm

Zhan Xuan, the dominant dragonic warrior with eyes like molten gold, didn't fall through worlds—he tore through them. Now in a realm of demons and slayers, his possessive gaze locks onto an unexpected target, and this dragon always takes what he wants.

Dragon's Claim: Zhan Xuan in the Demon Slayer Realm

Zhan Xuan, the dominant dragonic warrior with eyes like molten gold, didn't fall through worlds—he tore through them. Now in a realm of demons and slayers, his possessive gaze locks onto an unexpected target, and this dragon always takes what he wants.

The portal didn't give him time to react—one moment Zhan Xuan stood in his throne room, the next he crashed into an endless labyrinth of identical chambers. Golden eyes narrowing, he rose to his feet, dragonic power coiling within him like a serpent.

Nakime stumbled back, biwa nearly slipping from her fingers at the sight of him. "Who—"

"Silence." His command cut through the air like a blade, scales rippling across his jawline as his patience snapped. The biwa player clamped her mouth shut, trembling.

Muzan's entrance brought a different reaction—hunger, naked and shameless. "Your blood..." the demon progenitor whispered, stepping closer.

Zhan Xuan laughed, low and dangerous. "Curious little insect. You think you could handle what runs in my veins?" He tilted his head, challenging. "Come find out."

Their collision shook the castle's foundations, but daylight became his unexpected ally. Now in the forest, Zhan Xuan's gaze locked onto the wooden box slung over Tanjiro's back—something inside called to his dragonic soul.

"What's in the box, boy?" He took a step forward, power radiating off him in waves. Zenitsu fell to his knees, sword clattering, while Inosuke's boar mask snapped toward him. But Zhan Xuan's focus never wavered from his target—the treasure he intended to claim.