The sudden brutal scene left everyone present stunned and speechless.
Tang Xiaomin picking up the Shasheng was shocking enough, and then she decapitated Song Xin on the spot! Such a vicious method commanded respect while also inspiring deep apprehension. This was the true demeanor of a supreme leader. It truly seemed that one day, she would be the downfall of the King of Hell.
A chill wind stirred the dust, also lifting Tang Xiaomin's red attire. She was as stunning as a flower blooming in the desert.
"You can wield this sword?" King of Hell asked, his expression extremely complex. Not only him, but the other Yama Kings were the same, as were the endless ranks of undead warriors who had surrounded them.
"If I don't take up the sword, am I supposed to let him chop off my hand?"
King of Hell's focus wasn't on that, but rather on the sword itself.
Sensing King of Hell's gaze, Tang Xiaomin instantly pointed her sword directly at his throat.
"Since you're so fond of stirring up trouble, I'll send you to keep Song Xin company."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Xiaomin swung her longsword, launching a fierce assault on King of Hell. King of Hell, well aware of the sword's power, quickly deployed his scythe to defend himself.
"Tang Xiaomin, calm down and listen to me."
"This sword originally belonged to Empress Houtu, the supreme leader. A weapon of such power would surely have barriers set up, and no one but her could touch it."
No matter how King of Hell explained, Tang Xiaomin seemed to have lost control, showing no intention of stopping. It seemed she wouldn't rest until her goal was achieved.
*Pfft!*
The longsword pierced through King of Hell's left shoulder. Yan Jue seized this opportunity to prove his words. Disregarding his own safety, he attempted to grab the Shasheng, which was glowing with a red light. However, the moment his hand touched it, a powerful electric current flung him away. In that instant, his hand was already severely burned and disfigured.
"See, everything I said was true. You must believe me now."
"Back then, Yan Jue was being pursued by soul envoys. He fled into your estate. Later, he possessed your longsword and repelled the soul envoys at that time."
"The longsword fell into his hands, and the supreme leader vanished. All of this, can't you put it together?"
"He threw the supreme leader into the cycle of reincarnation, and she later became Tang Xiaomin, which is you!"
Such a horrifying and bizarre story made Tang Xiaomin pause for a moment.
"Are you trying to sow discord between us again?"
"Heh..."
King of Hell's lips curled into a bitter smile. So, in her heart, he was that kind of person.
"I only want to give you the truth, nothing more, Tang Xiaomin."
King of Hell gritted his teeth and forcibly pulled himself free from the longsword. Soon after, Qin Yu stepped forward to test it as well. His hand met the same fate as King of Hell's; the moment he touched the Shasheng, it was immediately scorched.
After all the Yama Kings had tried, Tang Xiaomin's heart began to waver. If Yan Jue had truly, for his own selfish desires, cast her into reincarnation, then what were all the hardships she had endured over the years? Yan Jue was capable of such a thing.
Their eyes met. Tang Xiaomin's gaze was accusatory, while Yan Jue's gaze towards Tang Xiaomin remained doting, as if this were a trivial matter.
King of Hell said coldly, "Yan Jue, do you dare to admit it?"
"Admit what?" Yan Jue asked indifferently.
"Admit that for your selfish desires, you cast the Supreme Leader into reincarnation, and now she has become your sharpest blade to unify the underworld."
"You truly have a cunning plan. In the end, the Supreme Leader not only lost everything, but also sacrificed herself, and is still helping you count your money, haha..."
That last laugh sounded like mockery directed at Tang Xiaomin. With Tang Xu's recent death, this new blow made Tang Xiaomin's head ache terribly, as if something was about to burst forth, but she couldn't grasp it.
Seeing her frown, Yan Jue knew things would escalate out of control. He leaped to her side.
"Minmin, don't listen to his nonsense. It's not like you think at all. Put down the sword quickly."
The familiar and reassuring feeling made Tang Xiaomin relax. She felt an unprecedented exhaustion, causing her to faint on the spot. When she woke up, she found herself lying in her bedroom, with the pink plush bear she had painted into a ghost by her side. Was it all a dream? Why did the dream feel so real?
To verify, Tang Xiaomin put on some clothes and rushed to Xianfu Group. At this time, Xianfu Group was still operating in an orderly fashion, but Tang Xiaomin immediately noticed something was amiss. As it was their main base, and given that Old Master Ye had previously invited various Maoshan Taoists to cause trouble, Yan Jue had arranged for some undead warriors to guard Xianfu Group. Now, those warriors were gone.
"Zhongli!"
She thought of Zhongli first, but after questioning everyone, no one knew anything. Could it be that Zhongli had taken a large number of undead warriors back to provide support? Was she truly the reincarnation of the supreme leader they spoke of? Did Yan Jue really cast the supreme leader into reincarnation for his own selfish desires? Various questions swirled, making Tang Xiaomin's head spin. Without a second thought, she dove into the passage, determined to return and clarify things.
Meanwhile, a fierce war was raging in the underworld. The news of Song Wang, one of the Ten Yama Kings, being decapitated immediately boosted the morale of the soldiers. At the same time, Zhongli arrived with a large contingent of reinforcements. Even more absurd was that the reinforcements were not wielding cold weapons, but AKs and Grenade Launchers. Such an armed force left corpses strewn everywhere they passed, and the pulverized bodies created a dust storm. Yan Jue, covered in wounds, with bloodstains on his forehead of unknown origin, stood in the center of the battlefield, glaring at his opponents.
Zhongli lit a cigarette for him. "President Yan, have a smoke and relax."
Yan Jue held the cigarette in his mouth, smoking it intermittently.
"Go and rip King of Hell's mouth open!"
"Ah? This..."
Zhongli was greatly confused and shocked. "President Yan, ripping someone's mouth open is a woman's fight. You're asking me to do this, aren't you making things difficult for me?"
"Stop the nonsense. While they are all heavily injured now, deal with them all, and there will be no more trouble in the future."
After Tang Xiaomin fainted, Yan Jue had exchanged blows with the other Yama Kings until Lu Xing woke up, and only then was Tang Xiaomin reluctantly sent home. It was Lu Xing who then notified Zhongli, ordering him to provide immediate support. Thus, the conversation above ensued.
"President Yan, don't worry, the mission will be accomplished."
A silver spear appeared out of thin air in Zhongli's hand.