Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"Go, take down the Balu Stone." The blindfolded old woman was none other than Duo Kuo Huo, her voice carrying a strange allure. "I swear in the name of the saint, whatever you want, I will grant."

"I want nothing! I just want him dead!"

Shuliduo abruptly turned her head, her venomous gaze piercing Qin Chuan, her fingernails turning bluish-black from the surge of internal energy.

"He ruined everything I had! He must die!"

"Mother, please don't make any more mistakes..."

Yelü Zhiwu stepped forward, her voice trembling, yet unusually firm.

Shuliduo shouted angrily, "Shut up! You dare to lecture the Queen?"

"Mother, turn back. Father and I are waiting for you to come home."

Yelü Zhiwu met her anger head-on, speaking clearly and distinctly.

Shulido screamed hysterically. She couldn't accept that her daughter, whom she had raised as a pawn, dared to break free from her control.

In her rage, she lunged at the seven demon stones embedded in the cave wall.

The moment the last Balu stone was torn off, the entire cave trembled violently, and the stone walls crumbled, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for three hundred years was opening its eyes from the depths of the earth.

Dokoho, we're about to escape!

Chapter 121 Three Hundred Years of Obsession, One Slash Returns to Truth!

"It's done..."

"It's done..."

The murmurs of the surrendered minister and Dokoho overlapped, like two wisps of ghosts that had been entwined for three hundred years, finally touching the shore of illusion.

Dokoho slowly stood up, and a silver needle suddenly pierced through the flesh of the back of his neck, carrying a cold light that had not dissipated for three hundred years, and "nailed" into the stone wall ten feet away, penetrating three inches into the stone, its end still trembling.

"This needle should have made my internal energy drain away like water through a sieve." Her voice was filled with the sand and gravel of Yinshan Mountain, "but the speed at which the energy of heaven and earth enters the body is even faster than the leakage."

With a clenched fist, the seven Balu Stones shattered in mid-air, and pale golden powder fluttered down. "Until they found these things—the remains of a powerful being from the northern desert—they were able to make the speed of their power dissipate grow wildly like a runaway horse."

She glanced up at the surrounding rock walls, which resembled a prison, and three hundred years of time surged into ashes in her eyes:

"If I hadn't stumbled upon this Yinshan Mountain, a place where wind and energy gather, I would have long been a skeleton on the desk of the Li Tang imperial family."

The wind inside the mountain suddenly stopped.

The energy of Yinshan is different from that of heaven and earth. Her scattered internal energy has never truly dissipated, but only lingers between the rock layers, which she can retrieve with a simple reach.

But stepping out of this mountain is a dead end, like a lamp running out of oil.

Trapped here, yet living here.

Only those who have mastered the Nine Netherworld Profound Heaven Divine Art can remove the Ba Lu Stone and break this deadly predicament.

Two hundred years ago, a surrendered official, still known as "Siyu Dan," stepped into the mountain's belly, hoping to ask her to open the gates of the Nine Realms.

The deal was thus struck—she would find the cultivator to help Dokoho escape his predicament; in return, Dokoho would open the door to nothingness for her.

This gamble, wagered on time, has finally reached its moment of reckoning.

"You're finally out."

The surrendered minister's voice was ethereal, as if he were walking on clouds that had been there for three hundred years.

"Yes, they're out."

"Siyu Dan, the day all the Balu Stones are removed, you too will lose everything..."

Dokoho slowly walked towards the surrendered minister.

The surrendered minister also took a step towards her, but was stopped by a gentle yet irresistible force—it was Qin Chuan's hand.

"I'm repaying you for the favor of passing on my skills."

Qin Chuan spoke softly, exposing Duo Kuo Huo's conspiracy.

The so-called Nine Gai is just a vague spiritual sustenance; there is nothing behind the gate.

Dokoho used the surrendered officials' obsession to escape his predicament.

Not only that, she also wanted to possess the bodies of surrendered officials.

"I actually guessed it..."

The surrendered official sighed softly.

Opening up Jiugai was her obsession and her motivation to live.

So even if she suspected it was a scam, she deceived herself and pretended not to know.

But now that Qin Chuan has exposed her, she has no choice but to face this cruel truth.

The surrendered official seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

"You are from the Central Plains..."

Dokoho wasn't annoyed that her conspiracy had been exposed. She stared at Qin Chuan, her eyes, hidden behind the cloth strip, gleaming with an inexplicable light.

“I am not only a native of the Central Plains, but also a disciple of Yuan Tiangang. Yes, the Li Tang royal family and I are distant relatives.”

A playful smile appeared on Qin Chuan's lips.

Dokoho's expression instantly darkened.

The silver needle that was constantly dissipating her internal energy was none other than Yuan Tiangang's Huayang Needle.

The culprit who trapped her in Yinshan for three hundred years was the Li Tang royal family.

It's fair to say that Qin Chuan's words at this moment were practically jumping into her minefield.

"Holy One, kill him quickly!" Shuliduo's frantic shouts were like sparks thrown into boiling oil.

The "mysterious light" in the eyes hidden under the strip of cloth suddenly transformed into a tangible, soul-chilling cold.

She didn't even glance at the surrendered minister, who was slumped on the ground as if he had lost his soul. All her will, like an invisible mountain, crashed down on Qin Chuan.

"Yuan Tiangang...Li Tang royal family..."

The hoarse voice was no longer a sigh, but a whisper like the scraping of a steel knife, each syllable carrying a boundless hatred that had been brewing for three hundred years, reverberating and echoing within the closed mountain.

The air instantly became as thick as lead, and the invisible pressure brought Shuliduo's wild screams to an abrupt halt.

Like a chicken being choked, the expression on her face, which had been contorted with excitement, was instantly replaced by extreme fear. Her body trembled violently, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud, pressing her forehead against the cold ground, her breath catching in her throat.

The expressions of Ying Gou, Hou Qing, and Han Ba, the three Corpse Ancestors, changed drastically!

They all groaned in unison, a trickle of crimson blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, as the hard rock beneath their feet silently caved in and cracked.

He tried to circulate his internal energy to resist the terrifying pressure that was everywhere, but found that his proud and powerful internal energy was like a stream hitting a vast ocean, easily suppressed and pushed, almost stagnant!

The faces of the three Corpse Ancestors all showed unprecedented solemnity and horror.

This is... the Northern Saint who, after being imprisoned for three hundred years, was still able to absorb the energy of heaven and earth to resist the Huayang Needle's dispersing power.

Yelü Zhiwu's perception was even more profound. As a great shaman of the northern desert, she and Duokuohuo could be said to be of the same lineage.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Dokoho was filled with awe and fear that came from the depths of his blood.

When a sage is angered, heaven and earth grieve!

Dokoho did not make any exaggerated movements; he simply stood there, fixing his gaze on Qin Chuan.

However, the entire belly of Yinshan Mountain seemed to have become an extension of her will.

Fine frost condensed on the stone wall, and a visible gray-white ripple spread out from the ground centered on her. Wherever it passed, the rocks made a faint "crackling" sound, showing a strange crystallization phenomenon!

That was the manifestation of her immense and unparalleled inner strength, enough to distort the rules of a small area of ​​heaven and earth!

Three hundred years of accumulation and three hundred years of resentment were unleashed at this moment without reservation, with only one target—the Central Plains man before them who bore the mark of Yuan Tiangang and the bloodline of the Li Tang imperial family!

Qin Chuan, however, was like the calmest spot in the eye of the storm.

Faced with a terrifying pressure that would shock the three great corpse ancestors, inspire awe in Zhiwu, and shatter the soul of Shuliduo, the playful smile on his lips remained unchanged.

He even took a keen look at the distorted air and crystallized ground around Dokoho.

"I heard that you were born with the ability to see through the flow of the five elements and hear the breathing of the six qi." His voice was not loud, but it was like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil. "Then you should have a good 'taste' of this cut."

The moment the words left his mouth, Qin Chuan moved.

There was no earth-shattering opening stance, no complicated and mysterious moves. He simply raised his right hand, palm facing upwards like a knife.

However, the moment he raised his hand, the entire Yinshan Mountain came to life!

Inside the mountain, there lies a vast internal force, accumulated over three hundred years, which originated from the dissipation of Duokuohuo itself and was gathered by the unique feng shui of this place.

That spirit that lingers in every crevice of the rocks originates from the last remaining remnants of the Balu Stone, the remains of a powerful being from the northern desert.

The Yinshan Mountains, with their hidden winds and accumulated energy, have nurtured countless generations of life...

All the intangible, tangible, dormant, and restless "spirituality," like a sleeping dragon awakened, roared silently and frantically converged on Qin Chuan's raised palm!

In an instant, Qin Chuan's palm was no longer flesh and blood, but transformed into the spiritual extension of the entire Yinshan Mountain!

A blade of energy, refined to its extreme, as deep as black jade, yet flowing with mysterious light patterns like the veins of mountains and rivers, flickered uncertainly in his palm.

The blade energy did not exude a violent aura capable of destroying the world; instead, it carried a vast, profound, all-encompassing, and judgmental divine quality!

It was as if Yinshan itself was whispering, sighing, and making its final judgment on the "guests" who had been trapped here for three hundred years!

For the first time, the icy killing intent in Dokoho's eyes beneath the strip was replaced by an indescribable horror!

She was born with a keen sensitivity to the five elements and six energies, and was most sensitive to the flow of the energy of heaven and earth.

At this moment, she could see with perfect clarity that the Yinshan spirituality, which she relied on for survival, for fighting against the Huayang Needle, and even for both its prison and its refuge, was betraying her in a way that she could neither understand nor resist!

They cheered, leaped, and devoutly surged toward that man from the Central Plains, becoming the source of the heart-piercing blade in his hand!

This filled her with more fear and despair than death itself! Her proud talent, the foundation upon which she struggled to survive, the Yinshan Mountains she regarded as both a prison and a home... all now turned against her!

"No—!!!" Dokoho let out a shrill, distorted scream, a desperate roar of faith collapsing and the very foundation of his existence being utterly denied.

She frantically mobilized her vast inner strength accumulated over three hundred years, attempting to counter the strike that gathered the spiritual essence of the entire Yinshan Mountain.

A thick shield of light, grayish-white and powerful enough to crystallize rocks, formed in front of her. Ancient totem patterns from the northern desert even appeared on the shield, exuding an aura of indestructibility.

However, the black jade-like blade energy only slashed forward lightly.