Every decision could lead to an abyss of damnation.
Yan Jue had long foreseen this.
The reason he continued with this meeting was because he had made preparations for a desperate fight.
He slowly stood up, the fighting spirit in his eyes growing more intense.
"Since we can't reach an agreement, what are we waiting for? Attack!"
With a whoosh.
Undead warriors clad in armor drew their weapons and poured into the Netherworld Hall, surrounding the Ten Kings of Hell.
Seeing this, the Ten Kings of Hell also drew their weapons, warily observing the situation.
Qin Yu said, "Yan Jue, even if you defeat us, your Netherworld will be razed to the ground. You yourself will likely not be spared."
"What would be the point in the end?"
It was indeed pointless, but they refused to comply and insisted on obstructing him.
"Since you know this will result in mutual destruction and be meaningless, you should have agreed to my terms."
Who negotiates like this? If talks fail, they resort to mutual slaughter and threats.
What difference did this make from a tyrant?
Yan Jue said, "Everyone has heard it. Yan Jue is cruel and domineering, unwilling to compromise. Therefore, today, let us fight to the death for what we each hold dear."
At this moment, fierce determination ignited in the eyes of the Ten Kings of Hell.
Just as they were about to clash, and a war seemed inevitable.
A servant announced, "The Commander has arrived."
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For a moment, all eyes turned towards the entrance of the hall, completely forgetting the imminent confrontation.
A vibrant splash of red suddenly appeared at the hall entrance, and with slow steps, a figure entered the hall.
Instantly, the eyes of the Ten Kings of Hell widened, the air seemed to freeze, and the entire hall fell silent.
"What are you doing?"
A hoarse voice echoed through every corner of the hall.
After a long pause, it was as if no one had reacted, remaining motionless.
Lu Xing, however, approached as if seeing a savior.
"The Commander is finally here. The Ten Kings of Hell said they would only sign the agreement if you personally ordered them to cooperate with Director Yan."
"Now that you're here, please give them your orders quickly."
Lu Xing was practical; if he could achieve his goals with words, he would never resort to force.
The Commander did not hesitate and directly ordered, "I will say this again: changing the Netherworld is my intention, and Yan Jue is executing my command. You shall not obstruct him."
Seeing the highest commander at such close range this time, the Ten Kings of Hell felt complex emotions.
Along with excitement, there was also suspicion.
They were all conjecturing, looking for weaknesses.
However, the consequences of angering the highest commander were severe, so none dared to step forward and question.
They all cast encouraging glances at Yan Jun, signaling him to go forward, as he was the one who had initiated this matter.
Yan Jun did not hesitate, this was what he had been waiting for.
"Commander, we haven't seen each other in years. You've changed quite a bit; I almost didn't recognize you."
"Now, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."
The last time the highest commander appeared, the Ten Kings of Hell had all been intimidated and subdued.
At this moment, they all looked at her with suspicion.
Yan Jun, in particular, did not hide his suspicion at all.
Tang Xiaomin, behind the mask, couldn't deny feeling nervous, especially facing ten formidable experts.
If it came to a fight, there would be no good outcome.
If she had known they were already suspicious, she wouldn't have come. Now, she could only steel herself and proceed.
"Speak."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Ten Kings of Hell were quite colorful.
This cold, detached dialogue was indeed in line with the highest commander's style. Could Yan Jun be mistaken?
Song Xin instinctively touched his face, influenced by psychological shadow.
Yan Jue said, "I once gave you a precious gift. Do you remember?"
It had to be said that Yan Jun's question was extremely shrewd.
Tang Xiaomin, the imposter, had no idea, as if walking into a dead end.
She hesitated, then lowered her voice and said disdainfully, "Are you doubting me?"
"Commander, please answer my question," Yan Jun insisted.
"They were just small trinkets; I don't remember them anymore."
"You're testing me with this?"
Hearing this, a triumphant smile curved Yan Jun's lips.
"Hmph! The highest commander would never refer to themselves as 'I.' You're fake!"
At this, Tang Xiaomin's face beneath the mask changed drastically.
She hadn't expected Yan Jun to be so cunning in testing her.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Yan Jun swung his scythe and attacked Tang Xiaomin.
Tang Xiaomin instinctively dodged behind Yan Jue.
But at this moment, Yan Jun suddenly stopped his attack, standing still and gazing at Yan Jue, and the red silhouette behind him.
At this moment, Yan Jun understood everything.
"The highest commander's self-reference is 'I.' I attacked swiftly to give you no time to think. You thought you'd made a slip and instinctively hid behind Yan Jue."
"Tang Xiaomin, your act ends here."
...
From the moment Yan Jun began asking questions, it was a trap. A trap designed to force Tang Xiaomin into revealing her flaws.
Realizing she had fallen into a trap, Tang Xiaomin reluctantly removed her mask.
It wasn't until they saw the true face beneath the mask that the Ten Kings of Hell finally frowned.
"If she's an imposter! They've all been playing us!" Song Xin said angrily.
Because he had been slapped earlier, who would have thought it was Tang Xiaomin who hit him, not the highest commander? This had dealt a severe blow to his pride.
"The humiliation I suffered that day, I will make you pay it back tenfold today!"
Tang Xiaomin's appearance, far from resolving the situation, only served as a stronger catalyst.
Yan Jun swung his scythe again, coldly questioning Yan Jue.
"Where is the highest commander? What have you done to her? Why do you have her sword?"
Behind Yan Jue, Tang Xiaomin's heart sank to the bottom.
"Yan Jue, I messed up. I shouldn't have come."
At this moment, Yan Jue's mood was equally complex.
"Don't say anything more. Once the fight starts, you escape through the passage amidst the chaos."
Tang Xiaomin shook her head, her eyes filled with determination and resolve.
"Last time you knocked me out, I couldn't find you after I woke up. I always regretted not being by your side then, otherwise, you wouldn't have been so badly injured by Meng Yiren."
"You promised me you wouldn't leave me, no matter what. This time, I won't leave, no matter what."
Tang Xiaomin didn't know that what Yan Jue wanted most was for Tang Xiaomin to stay.
To keep her from leaving him, he couldn't let her stay here.
"Minmin, you go first. I'll find you after I've dealt with things here. Be good."
"Lu Xing, take her away."
Knowing the danger, Lu Xing would still not disobey Yan Jue.
"Miss Tang, let's go."
Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind struck.
"Hmph! None of you will leave today!"