"It was made recently, and should be convincing enough."
Tang Xiaomin thought, Yan Jue was truly a ruthless one.
If the Ten Kings of Hell were to discover they had been so deceived, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, there was something else to worry about now.
"It would be disastrous if we were found out."
"How will we know if we don't try?" Yan Jue didn't seem overly concerned.
"Minmin, go change first and let me see."
"Mhm."
Tang Xiaomin carried the box to the dressing room and changed into the ancient and luxurious red moon robe.
She also found an exquisite black mask and put it on.
Indeed, hidden behind the mask, she felt a sense of security.
Looking at the red figure in the mirror, delicate and beautiful, yet exuding a mysterious heroic air.
For some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but couldn't quite recall.
Perhaps it was due to watching too many ancient romance dramas.
As the dressing room door slowly opened and a woman in red, wearing a mask, emerged from within.
Yan Jue's heart was instantly struck by something, and he froze.
...
"How is it, does it look like her?"
It wasn't a matter of likeness anymore, it was...
Yan Jue couldn't help but reach out to her exquisite black mask, memories flooding back like a tide.
His heart filled with panic.
"If the aura were stronger, it would definitely be convincing."
Tang Xiaomin took off the mask and said earnestly.
"If we can't fool them, I'll face it with you, just like before."
Before, they fought on the battlefield, never flinching.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your family is waiting for you. If war is truly unavoidable, you run back quickly and close the passage."
"No!"
"Heh..." He knew it would be like this.
"Then try to act well later, don't arouse their suspicion."
"How can I avoid arousing their suspicion?"
Yan Jue recalled the majestic, powerful, and authoritative figure from the depths of his memory.
"Just be bold and arrogant, after all, you are the supreme commander."
Tang Xiaomin asked again, "Then how should I act arrogant?"
Yan Jue thought for a moment, then whispered the techniques of arrogance into her ear, improvising on the spot.
On the way back through the Yellow Springs passage, Tang Xiaomin was still very worried.
"Yan Jue, that might not work, they are the Ten Kings of Hell, each one of them is incredibly arrogant. What if they get angry?"
"Don't worry, they would never dare to defy the supreme commander."
Even so, since she was going to deceive them, Tang Xiaomin couldn't help but feel uneasy.
At this moment, at the border of the Great Hell, two armies were facing each other, on the verge of a fierce clash.
Lu Xing, single-handedly, debated with the scholars.
"Hmph! General Yan's reforms were all under the instructions of the supreme commander. You not only refuse to obey but also obstruct them, are you trying to rebel?"
Opposite him stood eight men of varying appearances and builds, each wielding different, uneven weapons.
However, they all had one thing in common: they exuded a powerful fighting spirit.
The leading King Yan said coldly, "Stop spewing nonsense. If it were truly the supreme commander's instruction, why doesn't she come out and give the order herself, instead of you spouting hearsay here?"
Qin Wang, one of the eight Kings of Hell, holding a folding fan, said lazily, "Today we've gathered our forces to flatten the Underworld and apprehend this rebel who is disrupting the order of the Netherworld. Let's not waste any more time with him."
"Yeah, it's been a while since there was a war, my bones are getting rusty. Let's fight!"
"Let's fight!"
The rest, some echoing the sentiment, others gripping their weapons, prepared to launch an attack.
Lu Xing continued, "You are defying the supreme commander's orders, aren't you afraid of her blaming you later? Are you sure you can bear the consequences?"
"If you retreat now, I will consider today's events as a joke from you all. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."
"Hmph, do you really think we are all fools to be tricked by your few words!"
"Everyone charge! Flatten the Underworld!"
...
Just a second before the charge horn was blown, with a deafening roar, something descended from the sky, landing not far from Lu Xing.
It was none other than Yan Jue, who had been long overdue.
Yan Jue's arrival temporarily halted the opponent's decision to attack.
This was because in his hand was the weapon left behind by the supreme commander, "Slaying Life."
As this sword was drawn, the very sky and earth seemed to change color.
A strong aura of death emanated from the long sword, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, as if everything had lost its color.
Upon seeing Slaying Life, all eight Kings of Hell showed expressions of shock.
"That is..."
"The supreme commander's weapon!"
The reason they submitted to the supreme commander was because the Ten Kings of Hell had all been defeated by her, and they accepted their defeat wholeheartedly.
That long sword had no name originally. It was only later, when it fell into Yan Jue's hands, that it was named Slaying Life.
Yan Jue, in his suit and shirt, appeared even more formidable against the backdrop of the intense killing aura emanating from Slaying Life.
At this moment, the border was swarming with an endless sea of troops.
Facing such a vast number of enemies, he showed no fear and took two steps forward.
"Since you're all here, come at me together."
...
That was too arrogant! Knowing that the enemy outnumbered him by several times, he actually told them to attack together.
Wasn't that like an egg hitting a rock, suicidal?
This was the first time King Yan had seen Yan Jue holding the supreme commander's long sword, and his anger was ignited.
Yan Jue had taken the supreme commander's long sword in the same way before, and she had disappeared ever since.
All the fault lay with Yan Jue.
"Release her sword!"
King Yan let out an enraged roar, swinging his giant scythe and charging forward first.
Seeing King Yan engage, the remaining seven Kings of Hell followed suit and joined the battle.
Then, what was supposed to be a large-scale war escalated into a situation where the eight Kings of Hell were all attacking Yan Jue.
The eight formidable opponents launched their attacks simultaneously, the scene was too fast to comprehend.
The clashing of various weapons echoed, and sparks flew everywhere.
The eight Kings of Hell were not attacking in a chaotic manner; they actually had tacit coordination.
As the saying goes, even the most skilled fighter can't fend off multiple attackers. Fortunately, Yan Jue had a suitable weapon in his hand to defend himself.
Fighting eight opponents at once, such formidable strength stunned the undead soldiers on both sides.
If such a powerful being were to join the battle during a war between armies, countless soldiers would have fallen to his hands on the battlefield.