Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Ten earth-shattering roars, without any interval, instantly merged into one!

It was as if a piece of the sky had been forcibly torn apart!

Ten blazing fireballs, trailing crimson tails like ten enraged, world-destroying fire dragons, roared from the cannon muzzles, carrying boundless hatred and destruction, and rushed toward the royal court that symbolized the power of Shuridor!

Boom! The majestic arrow tower was blown in half, and wood and stones flew everywhere like rain!

Boom! The mountain of grain warehouses turned into a sea of ​​fire, with sparks rising like the eyes of a demon!

The council hall, which Shurido had painstakingly built and which symbolized supreme power, collapsed with a deafening roar, leaving only half of the broken wall, like a huge tombstone, teetering in the thick smoke and flames!

Thick smoke billowed, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The will of the defenders on the city wall completely collapsed at this moment!

Some threw down their weapons, knelt down and kowtowed frantically towards the city walls, tears streaming down their faces; others screamed like headless flies, desperately trampling over the corpse of their comrade Shang Wen as they fled for their lives towards the city walls.

Cries, explosions, and the roar of collapsing buildings... all intertwined to create a desperate apocalyptic tragedy!

Shuliduo was dragged backward by the loyal Shili Qixiang, her hair disheveled and her magnificent royal robes torn in rips by the flying pebbles, leaving her in a sorry state.

She turned back in a panic, her gaze piercing through the thick smoke and flames, watching helplessly as the royal court she had built up over half her life, the one she cherished as her life, crumbled inch by inch in the inferno and turned to dust!

It felt as if her heart had been hit and pierced by scorching artillery fire, and the excruciating pain instantly seized her breath!

"Go!!!" Shiri Kika hissed, almost using brute force to drag her into the hidden entrance of the secret passage.

The underground chamber was cold and damp, filled with a musty smell.

Only a tiny oil lamp flickered in the corner, casting long, distorted shadows onto the mottled wall.

Shuliduo slumped onto the cold stone ground, her body trembling slightly from extreme anger and resentment.

A moment later, she suddenly began to laugh nervously, the sound echoing in the small space, sending chills down one's spine.

With trembling hands, she carefully pulled two thin, thread-bound secret manuals from her bosom.

Under the dim light, the six black characters "Nine Netherworld Profound Heaven Divine Skill" on the cover seemed to be soaked in blood, shimmering with an eerie and sinister luster.

“The surrendered minister…” Her fingertips traced the cover of the manual, recalling the alluring woman from before.

When the surrendered official gave her the secret manual, he had a faint smile on his lips and said, "This skill can summon the saint of Yinshan, Duokuohuo, to help the queen achieve hegemony."

At the time, she felt that this person had ulterior motives—Dokho was almost a god, how could he be moved by a mere cultivation technique?

But now, she has no other choice.

"Go to Yinshan." Shuliduo suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot. "No one is allowed to disturb me when I'm practicing. Once I've mastered it, I will tear Qin Chuan to pieces!"

Shiri Kikyo looked at her hand gripping the secret manual tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and finally said in a deep voice, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Outside the secret passage, the destructive artillery fire continued to roar relentlessly, and the earth continued to tremble.

The royal court wailed amidst the raging flames.

Qin Chuan stood alone on the ruins of the collapsed city gate, his black robes fluttering in the heat.

He watched silently as the "Great Liao Royal Court" banner, symbolizing the Shuliduo royal power, twisted and curled in the soaring flames, eventually turning into ashes that blended into the boundless night.

The light from the torch in his hand flickered and reflected in his deep eyes.

Deep within those pupils, half is a blazing fire that burns the eight directions, and the other half is an eternal ice that freezes all things.

Chapter 120 The Dance of Essence Shatters the Shadow, the Saint Escapes!

Round after round of artillery fire gnawed at the ruins of the royal court, and the defending troops had long since scattered like withered leaves swept by a whirlwind.

At Qin Chuan's command, Yelü Abaoji's troops surged across the ruins like a tide, taking over the royal court that had been almost completely razed to the ground.

Yelü Abaoji and Yelü Zhiwu looked at the ruins before them, without a trace of regret in their eyes—the royal court could be rebuilt after it collapsed, but the soldiers who fell on the battlefield would never return.

In this battle, their side emerged almost unscathed.

They searched the ruins but never found Shulido's body.

Yelü Abaoji and Yelü Zhiwu exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.

"She went to Yinshan." Qin Chuan's voice was as calm as the wind sweeping across the wasteland. "Duokuohuo was her last straw."

The person he recommended to the surrendered officials was none other than Shuliduo.

What should have been Yelü Zhiwu's path of cultivating the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art in order to gain Shuliduo's approval has now been completely reversed by him.

If Shuliduo fails to master the technique, his consciousness will be trapped in the illusion forever, turning him into a living dead.

If by chance one succeeds...

Let her witness firsthand the defeat and death of the Northern Desert Saint Dokoho, whom she revered as her guiding light, shattering her faith and ambition into dust.

This can be considered as fulfilling Yelü Abaoji's earlier request.

"Master, I want to see her."

Yelü Zhiwu took a deep breath, her voice tinged with trepidation but filled with unwavering determination.

Qin Chuan raised his hand and stroked the top of her head, his fingertips cool and gentle: "Do you still remember what I said on the day you became my disciple? You have to walk your own path. Do what you want to do, and don't leave any regrets."

"From now on, I will never let myself regret it again!" Yelü Zhiwu looked up, her eyes sparkling with the light of breaking free from constraints.

At this moment, she finally stepped out of Shuliduo's shadow and took her first step.

Yelü Abaoji sighed, picked up his pen, and wrote an edict, handing it to Qin Chuan: "I will not go. There are some things I would like to ask Brother Qin to convey."

His gaze followed Qin Chuan and Yelü Zhiwu as they left the royal court, their figures gradually merging into the dust and smoke heading towards Yinshan.

Yinshan is the root of the northern desert.

The snow that has never melted for thousands of years presses down on the rock layers, and the frozen river valleys hold the bones of the ancestors. For generations, the people of the northern desert have revered it as a sacred mountain.

Dokoho spent hundreds of years in the mountains, and naturally became the "saint" in their eyes.

When Qin Chuan and Yelü Zhiwu arrived at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, four people were already waiting there—the four great corpse ancestors, led by the surrendered minister.

“Sister Liu, your ideal husband has come to you on his own.” The surrendered minister held Ying Gou’s arm, a smile that was hard to decipher.

Shili Qixiang had already taken Shuliduo to see Duokuohuo, and before the results were in, she absolutely could not let Qin Chuan ruin things.

Right now, the only one who could possibly hold Qin Chuan back for even a moment is Ying Gou.

"A fight?"

Ying Gou, or rather, Miss Liu, looked up at Qin Chuan, her words as concise as a knife.

"No need, you're no match for me."

Qin Chuan's words contained two layers of meaning.

He was not mortal enemies with the surrendered ministers and Ying Gou, and even if the four great corpse ancestors attacked together, it would be difficult for him to be interested.

Perhaps in this world, only Duokuohuo in Yinshan is worth his effort.

"I've come to quite like your personality."

Before Ying Gou could finish speaking, her figure flashed like a ghost to Qin Chuan's side, her pale hand carrying a sharp gust of wind, grabbing his left shoulder.

Whether someone is a match or not, you'll only know after you've tried.

"I told you, you're no match for me."

Qin Chuan also reached out and grabbed her left shoulder.

Despite moving slightly later, he struck first and used Ying Gou's most proficient grappling technique to lock her wrist.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I give up!"

Yinggou winced in pain, begging for mercy without any regard for her image, her eyes filled with the charming naivety of her elder sister.

That's just how she is—cold and ruthless when facing enemies, but lively and carefree with her own people.

Qin Chuan released his hand and started walking up the mountain: "Let's go up the mountain."

As soon as one's feet touched the stone steps of Yinshan, rolling rocks crashed down from the cliffs on both sides. Each rock was imbued with powerful internal force, clearly using the power of heaven and earth to issue an order to expel the guest.

"Not welcome? You have no choice."

Qin Chuan sneered, his palm as sharp as a knife, and lightly slashed.

In an instant, all the rubble turned to dust, falling like snow.

Hou Qing and the others were dumbfounded—this was beyond human capability, almost divine intervention.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Yinggou's eyes lit up, and she caught up to ask him more questions.

"Just like you, I created it myself."

Qin Chuan did not turn around, his tone casual.

These words, however, were like a pebble gently falling into Ying Gou's heart lake, rippling outwards in circles.

With Qin Chuan clearing the way with his sword, Duo Kuo Huo's rolling stone formation was rendered useless. Before long, the group had entered the depths of Yin Mountain.

Amidst the snow-covered mountain ridges, a dark cave suddenly appears, resembling the open mouth of a giant beast.

"Siyu Dan... A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, a mere instant. The person we've been waiting for is finally coming..."

An old woman's voice came from deep within the cave, like withered vines scraping against the stone wall.

Upon hearing this, the surrendered official suddenly trembled and staggered into the cave.

The group followed closely behind, passing through a narrow passageway, where a sudden wide-open space opened up before them—

In the center of the cave, a giant tree covered with dark purple vines reaches straight to the top of the cave, its shadow swaying like a ghost on the stone wall.

Under the tree, on a wicker chair, sat an old woman with white hair covering her face and her eyes blindfolded.

Before her, Shuliduo stood up, trembling.

"Queen..." Shiri Kika wanted to step forward to help her up, but Shurido pushed her away.

"I am perfectly fine! I have never been better!"

Shuliduo's voice was filled with madness, and her body was surrounded by a dark aura that surged like black mist.

Her hatred for Qin Chuan and her obsession with dominating the Central Plains actually led her to master the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art.