The frenzied, mad laughter echoed in everyone's ears, sending shivers down their spines.
At this moment, the Taoists who had been rapidly circling Tang Xiaomin launched their attacks. From all directions, one by one, they brandished weapons and lunged at Tang Xiaomin. Each strike was aimed to end her life.
With lightning speed, Tang Xiaomin seized the neck of the first Taoist to attack.
*Splat...*
A mist of blood sprayed forth. In an instant, that Taoist's neck was snapped, his head separating from his body. The sudden, brutal display caused the other Taoists to retreat in haste, their eyes wide with terror as they stared at Tang Xiaomin.
In a fight, one could concede in numbers, but never in momentum.
Tang Xiaomin tossed the severed head, its eyes still wide open, playing with it as if it were a mere toy.
Everyone present was so terrified by the scene that they forgot to breathe. Indeed, one could not judge a book by its cover. Such a beautiful person was actually a devil who killed without batting an eye, so brutal. Those with weaker psychological resilience were already retching from the bloody spectacle. For example, Zhang Meiyu, Tang Zhongcheng, and Tang Ye.
Silence fell upon the entire venue; no one dared to speak. Tang Xiaomin tossed the bloody head onto the ground, then arrogantly stomped on it. She surveyed the surroundings with a wild gaze and asked in a defiant tone, "Who else?"
She disliked killing. Life was precious, and she respected it. However, if people insisted on killing her and courting death, she could only resolve the trouble. Everyone had their limits. What to do when faced with blatant provocation? Naturally, show them a bit of what was coming. For instance, the color red, the color of blood. This was Tang Xiaomin's principle.
Seeing his disciples falter, Old Daoist Yuan Heng swallowed hard. "Do not be afraid. The purpose of our cultivation is to vanquish demons and eradicate evils, to bring justice to the people. Even if we die today, we must eliminate this scourge. Attack!"
It had to be said, the disciples under this old Taoist were truly obedient. Although fear was evident on their faces, there was also a resolute determination to see their mission through. Their eyes reddened, and they charged forward like a swarm. They held a significant numerical advantage.
Tang Xiaomin was truly enraged. A cleaver glowing with a red light materialized in her hand. "You old bastard, you've targeted me again and again. I'm going to kill you today!" This was directed at Old Master Ye. As soon as the words left her lips, a horrific massacre began to unfold.
...
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin was like a cornered beast, fighting with utter abandon. These Taoists were different from ordinary bodyguards; their attributes somewhat suppressed her. But they had lived ascetic lives as recluses, a stark contrast to a demon who had fought on the battlefield.
Screams mingled with crimson blood mist, pervading the entire square. Limbs flew out, people fell, and more charged forward. In the blink of an eye, only one person, covered in blood, stood tall. That person was Tang Xiaomin.
The scene was too brutal, too bloody. The faint-hearted, like Zhang Meiyu, had already fainted. Those who remained standing trembled uncontrollably. The fear of Tang Xiaomin had escalated to terrifying heights.
Breathing heavily, Tang Xiaomin, covered in blood, walked step by step towards Li Changchun. Li Changchun was already petrified, his face ashen. Old Master Ye was greatly shocked, but having come this far, he would not back down.
"Quick, light it!" A bodyguard, trembling, tossed a lit lighter to Li Changchun. At that critical moment, Tang Xiaomin appeared beside Li Changchun like a gust of wind, steadily catching the life-threatening lighter.
"Dad, are you alright?" Their eyes met. Li Changchun was so shocked by Tang Xiaomin's brutal killing that he could not utter a word. At this moment, he looked at Tang Xiaomin with an extremely complex gaze, laced with profound fear. Li Changchun was now too terrified to move.
Tang Xiaomin silently untied the ropes binding Li Changchun. Having done so, she turned her back to him. In his eyes, she had always been kind. She did not want him to see her like this now. But she had been forced by the old man Ye. "Dad, don't be afraid. I will save you. With me here, no one can harm you." Today, no one present would escape.
Old Daoist Yuan Heng let out a mournful cry, looking at his fallen disciples. "Ah! You devil, I'll fight you!" With that, a black sword materialized in his hand, and he lunged at Tang Xiaomin with ferocious speed. His speed was surprisingly fast. Just as Tang Xiaomin was surprised by how far this old Taoist had cultivated, a killing intent sliced through the air.
*Bang!*
A spear pierced through Old Daoist Yuan Heng's body, pinning him to the floor. In his dying moments, Old Daoist Yuan Heng turned his head towards a direction and said with reluctance, "I... I didn't expect... there was... someone stronger..." Then, he breathed his last.
Only two people had arrived. Zhong Li and Yan Jue. The one who had just acted was Yan Jue. Yan Jue's arrogant gaze fell upon Old Master Ye. "Old man Ye, what kind of skill is it to bully a woman?" "I'm here now. How do you want to die?" Yan Jue's arrival made Old Master Ye's already disadvantageous situation even more dire. Tang Xiaomin alone was a handful; what good could come of another opponent?
Yan Jue walked with unhurried steps over the pile of corpses and approached Tang Xiaomin. He looked at her with concern. "You're not suited for this kind of fighting and killing. Let men handle it." "Come, I'll wipe you clean." Zhong Li handed over a pack of wet wipes, and Yan Jue slowly and methodically began to wipe the bloodstains from Tang Xiaomin's face. He paid no mind to the pile of hot corpses or the swarming bodyguards. What kind of couple were they? The woman was ferocious, and the man was no less so. It truly fit the saying, "Birds of a feather flock together."
Yan Jue's seemingly nonsensical actions gave Old Master Ye an opportunity. Butler Ye shouted, "What are you waiting for? Attack!" As soon as the words were spoken, a group of bodyguards produced various heavy firearms and began to shoot wildly in the direction of Tang Xiaomin and the others. This time, Old Master Ye had clearly made double preparations. The current scene could only be described as a hail of bullets.