Tang Xiaomin's target was Song Xin, with deadly strikes.
Seeing this, Tai Shan and Du Yan also resisted with all their might, holding nothing back.
As expected, they would soon be able to subdue Tang Xiaomin.
However, reality always defied expectations.
Even after being beaten back once, Tang Xiaomin would rise again, continuing to seek retribution from Song Xin.
In a three-against-one situation, it wasn't long before Tang Xiaomin was covered in wounds, falling heavily to the ground, her memory blurred as to how many times this had happened before.
She gritted her teeth, struggling to prop herself up with one hand, and slowly got to her feet.
The red clothes she wore had become a deeper hue, soaked in her blood.
Her face showed no pain or fear, and the hatred in her eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
Witnessing this scene, even Tai Shan and the others, who had seen all sorts of specters, felt a deep unease and a hint of fear when facing such a frenzied Tang Xiaomin.
"Stop struggling, and surrender obediently," Tai Shan said.
Du Yan was also subdued by Tang Xiaomin's madness; she was the most resolute woman he had ever seen.
"Your resistance is meaningless; you have no chance of winning."
Song Xin, standing nearby, revealed a sinister, cold sneer.
"Good! Very good. The demoness is indeed spirited. Since you insist on beheading me, I will not show you any mercy."
"Now, I shall take one of your hands first!"
Upon hearing this, Du Yan and Tai Shan showed a hint of helplessness on their faces.
"Song Xin, it was just a slap; there's no need to haggle with her."
"A true man doesn't pick fights with women. That matter is in the past; let it go."
Tai Shan and Du Yan were actually advising Song Xin not to pursue the matter.
Hearing this, Song Xin grew even angrier.
"The slap wasn't on your faces, so of course you can afford to be magnanimous."
"This is a personal vendetta between her and me; no one is to interfere."
Song Xin approached Tang Xiaomin again, raising his sword high above his head, aiming for her arm. Sudan Novel Network
This was the most helpless and unwilling moment in Tang Xiaomin's life.
She subconsciously thought of Yan Jue; how wonderful it would be if he could suddenly appear.
But now, Yan Jue was held up, unable to spare any attention for her.
She was a stubborn warrior, choosing to fight to the last moment even when she knew she was outmatched.
She would not surrender until she was completely incapacitated.
She stubbornly picked up her saber, which glowed with a red light, to block Song Xin's attack.
Bang!
The next moment, her saber flew out of her hand, landing far away, irretrievable.
Song Xin chuckled, "It seems you won't know what it means to yield unless I show you some real consequences."
Song Xin was not the type to be gentle with women, and before him stood a demoness, a dangerous existence.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he swung his blade.
Tai Shan and Du Yan on the side simultaneously closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the cruel scene.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a long sword, radiating a red glow, shot forward, precisely deflecting Song Xin's strike and successfully saving Tang Xiaomin.
In the distance, dense figures, like a tidal wave, rushed towards them.
And at the forefront was Yan Jue.
Closely pursuing him were the other seven Yama Kings, along with a massive army of undead warriors.
"Stop him quickly!" Yama Jun shouted, frowning as he looked at Tai Shan and the others.
"What are you doing? Hurry and capture Tang Xiaomin!"
Yan Jue was intercepted by Yama Jun and the others, his expression unreadable, a mix of joy and sorrow.
Joyful because he had saved Tang Xiaomin.
Sorrowful because things were unfolding in the way he least wanted.
The underworld was in chaos, with internal and external strife; war had begun.
Yan Jue was surrounded once more, the seven Yama Kings giving him no room to breathe.
And on Tang Xiaomin's side.
Song Xin's attempts to take Tang Xiaomin's hand were repeatedly thwarted.
"I didn't expect so many people to risk their lives for you, demoness. However, this is the end, Tang Xiaomin!"
As Song Xin's voice faded, he raised his sword again and swung at Tang Xiaomin, his target still her hand.
Was Tang Xiaomin unable to resist?
No.
With a wave of her hand, the red longsword, which had fallen not far away, was now in her grasp.
Instantly, her aura surged immeasurably, and an unprecedented aura of death spread outwards from her.
"What is this!"
Tai Shan and Du Yan exclaimed in unison.
Song Xin, blinded by rage, thought of nothing else and continued to aim for Tang Xiaomin's hand.
With the longsword in hand, this was the first time Tang Xiaomin had truly touched this weapon of slaughter.
At this moment, the severe pain in her body miraculously vanished, and she felt her strength increase manifold, confident that no one could defeat her.
Was this the power of the killing sword?
With a backhand swing, Song Xin's sword was instantly knocked away.
Seizing this opportunity, she unleashed a series of deadly moves, and in a fleeting moment, Song Xin was forced to retreat, completely unable to defend himself.
Seeing this, Tai Shan and Du Yan exchanged glances and quickly stepped forward to intervene.
"Wait, something is not right; stop fighting for now!" Du Yan said.
But Tang Xiaomin, blinded by hatred, would not listen.
She remained silent, wielding the longsword in her hand, cutting through all resistance.
Tai Shan attempted to block with his battle-axe, but the next second he was sent flying, and the cracks that had appeared during his spar with Yan Jue reopened, rendering him unable to fight further.
Du Yan fared no better, being slammed into the ground, creating a depression, and remained motionless for a long time.
At this point, the seven Yama Kings who were surrounding Yan Jue also noticed Tang Xiaomin's anomaly and stopped fighting in unison.
"What is going on? How can she use the Commander's longsword?"
A wild thought suddenly flooded Yama Jun's mind, and his expression changed drastically.
Tang Xiaomin, in the distance, let her longsword fall to the ground. As she slowly walked towards Song Xin, she left a trail behind her.
She coldly said, "Reach out your head obediently."
She was using his own words against him.
At this moment, if Song Xin said he wasn't afraid, it would be a lie.
"I am one of the Ten Yama Kings; how dare you lay a hand on me!"
"Whether I dare to touch you is my courage; whether I can touch you is my ability."
As she spoke, Tang Xiaomin, just like Song Xin had done earlier, raised her longsword high.
"You turned him into dust, and now you deserve the same fate."
Realizing Tang Xiaomin intended to harm Song Xin, Yama Jun was the first to rush forward to stop her.
"Tang Xiaomin, you cannot behead him!"
"Stop!"
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin wanted to hear no one, especially those who hindered her.
With a swift movement, her sword fell.
Puff!
Song Xin's head was separated from his body without any suspense.
Even as his body disintegrated into dust, his eyes remained wide open, filled with disbelief.
Song Wang, one of the Ten Yama Kings, had thus perished.
Yama Jun's intervention was ultimately too late; he could only watch as Song Xin scattered like sand, blown away by the wind.