Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

At this crucial moment of absorbing nourishment, Bai Yifei's eerie blood-red eyes suddenly opened, and his cold gaze pierced through the half-open door, landing on the three people in the shadows!

A magnetic yet chilling laugh echoed through the empty hall, interrupting the girl's painful sobs:

"Visiting Snowclothes Castle so late at night without even knocking is truly impolite. Since you're here, why not show yourself?"

Having their whereabouts exposed, the three no longer concealed themselves.

Qin Chuan took the lead, pushing open the heavy, dark ice gate and stepping into the chilling hall.

Bai Feng followed closely behind, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

Yan Lingji wrapped herself tightly in Qin Chuan's large black robe, her bare feet stepping on the cold, icy ground, the chill making her shiver slightly.

But those crimson eyes burned with a deep-seated hatred and rage, fixed intently on Bai Yifei on the throne. It was this very person who had personally imprisoned and tortured her master, Tianze!

The moment Qin Chuan entered the hall, his gaze pierced the imprisoned girl like an ice pick.

The girl's horrific near-death state was clearly reflected in the depths of his cold pupils.

He was not an indiscriminately kind person, but he was by no means a cold-blooded butcher. The fact that innocent lives were being so desecrated and plundered before his eyes crossed some invisible boundary for him.

A faint, yet chilling, chilling feeling that could freeze the soul, flashed across his eyes.

"It's you?" Bai Yifei's gaze first fell on Yan Lingji, a hint of amazement and undisguised possessiveness flashing in his blood-red eyes. "You escaped from Ji Wuye's water prison? It seems you've found a good backer."

His gaze swept over Bai Feng, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Bai Feng, the traitor of the Hundred Birds? Interesting."

Finally, his gaze fell on Qin Chuan, who was at the head of the group, with a scrutinizing look and a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

The person before him possessed an aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, making it impossible for him to fathom their depths for the time being.

At the same time, he also caught the fleeting, chilling killing intent in Qin Chuan's eyes when he looked at the girl.

"Yan Ling Ji, your fire seems even more alluring after being tempered in the ice."

A wicked smile curved Bai Yifei's lips as he turned his gaze back to Yan Lingji, ignoring Qin Chuan's presence.

"Since you've escaped, why not stay by my side? That brute Ji Wuye doesn't know how to appreciate things; I'll cherish you properly."

His words were full of condescending possessiveness, as if Yan Lingji was already his.

Yan Lingji's anger intensified, and she was about to utter a rebuke when a cold and indifferent voice rang out before she could.

"She is already mine."

Qin Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the chill in the hall, carrying an undeniable declaration.

He slightly raised his eyes, calmly meeting Bai Yifei's increasingly dangerous gaze.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chuan flicked his right index finger, which was behind his back, towards the direction where the girl was imprisoned, and then flicked it in mid-air!

A finger gust of wind, condensed to its extreme and almost invisible, with a sharp whistling sound that tore through space, struck the scarlet bloodline connecting the girl's brow and Bai Yifei's fingertip with perfect precision!

With a soft click, the bloodline snapped!

The invisible chill that had been binding the girl loosened as well!

The girl, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell softly from mid-air.

Qin Chuan's sleeve flicked lightly, seemingly unintentionally, and a gentle yet resilient inner force lifted the girl from a distance.

This prevented her from crashing onto the hard ice, allowing her to land relatively gently and curl up in a corner. Although she was unconscious and her breath was weak, she was at least temporarily out of danger of being drained dry.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and would be almost imperceptible unless one was paying close attention.

The smile on Bai Yifei's face vanished instantly, and a chill surged in his blood-red eyes, causing the temperature in the entire hall to drop even further!

He felt the backlash from his secret technique being forcibly interrupted, as well as Qin Chuan's silent provocation!

Bai Yifei slowly stood up, his blood-red robes fluttering without wind, and a powerful and chilling pressure swept towards Qin Chuan and the other two like a tangible cold wave:

"Not only do you dare to steal the woman I've set my sights on, but you also dare to ruin my plans?! You're courting death!"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Yifei made a sudden move! He didn't draw his sword, but simply grabbed at the air with both hands!

Click! Click! Click!

Countless sharp ice spikes instantly solidified on the floor of the hall, shooting out wildly from beneath Qin Chuan and his companions like giant fangs!

At the same time, countless sharp ice blades condensed in the air, shooting in from all directions with a piercing sound!

The entire space seemed to instantly transform into a giant ice trap, ready to completely crush and freeze any intruders!

Bai Feng's pupils contracted, and her figure instantly transformed into afterimages as she dodged through the dense ice spikes and blades.

Yan Lingji let out a sharp cry, and flames rose around her, attempting to melt the approaching ice attack. However, in this extremely cold domain, her flames appeared exceptionally weak and were instantly suppressed by the cold air.

Qin Chuan, who was at the heart of the attack, didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of the overwhelming, terrifying cold air that could instantly freeze and tear apart top-tier experts.

He simply took a step forward.

An invisible force field suddenly spread out from him!

The violently attacking ice spikes and blades, when they were still a few feet away from his body, seemed to have hit an invisible wall of sighs and instantly froze in mid-air!

Immediately afterwards, with a soft cracking sound, all the ice spikes and blades, along with the ice layer spreading on the ground, turned into dust, as if they were completely disintegrated at the molecular level by an invisible force!

The cold air was forcibly expelled, creating a vacuum around him.

The pressure on Bai Feng and Yan Ling Ji lessened dramatically, and both of them were filled with horror.

Yan Lingji's gaze unconsciously swept over the unconscious girl in the corner, and upon confirming that she was temporarily safe, she felt a slight sense of relief.

Qin Chuan's subtle yet precise rescue action was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating a slight crack in her perception of this cold-hearted man.

He wasn't entirely indifferent to life?

The thought flashed through my mind, only to be replaced by a deeper sense of awe.

Bai Yifei's blood-red eyes trembled violently!

His pride and the chilling aura that could freeze rivers was so easily dispelled by the other party.

This cannot be explained simply by having profound internal strength!

"Good! Very good!" Bai Yifei laughed instead of getting angry, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, while simultaneously discarding the last trace of his disdain. "It seems you are worthy of making this lord draw his sword!"

Two clear, resonant sword cries echoed throughout the cold hall!

Bai Yifei flipped his hands, and both his red and white swords were drawn simultaneously! The red sword in his left hand had a blade as red as blood, but a hilt as white as snow; the white sword in his right hand had a blade as white as bone, and a hilt as red as blood!

As soon as the two swords were drawn, the chill in the hall seemed to come alive, transforming into two giant ice dragons that coiled around the swords and let out a deep roar!

"Ice Soul Mystic Kill!" Bai Yifei shouted, and his twin swords crossed and slashed out!

A massive cross-shaped frost sword aura tore through the air, and wherever it passed, even space itself seemed to freeze!

The core of the sword energy contains extreme cold and sharpness, enough to freeze the soul and tear apart fine steel!

This is one of Bai Yifei's signature skills!

Faced with this terrifying blow that even Wei Zhuang would have to take seriously, Qin Chuan remained calm.

He didn't even make any obvious defensive or evasive movements.

Just as the cross-shaped frost sword energy was about to strike.

Qin Chuan casually swung his right hand forward.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling explosion. It was simply like brushing a speck of dust off a sleeve.

The ferocious, all-freezing cross-shaped frost sword energy burst instantly like a soap bubble when it touched the void a foot in front of Qin Chuan's palm!

It turned into countless tiny ice crystals, falling down without even causing a ripple!

"what?!"

Bai Yifei's composure vanished completely, replaced by unbelievable horror!

His all-out attack was so... childishly wiped out by the opponent?

This is completely beyond his comprehension!

Bai Yifei finally realized that the strength of the man in black in front of him was far beyond his imagination!

An unprecedented sense of crisis gripped him. His eyes flashed with bloodlust, and he unleashed his full power to its limit, holding nothing back!

The two swords danced wildly, their red and white sword lights intertwining to form a death storm. Countless icy sword energies, condensed to the extreme, poured out like a storm, each one enough to severely injure a top expert!

The entire hall seemed to have been transformed into an icy hell, with deep grooves cut into the hard, dark ice floor!

However, all of this seemed futile and laughable in front of Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan strolled leisurely amidst the dense, rain-like sword energy.

His movements seemed slow, yet he always managed to dodge the sword's edge by the slightest margin.

Occasionally, when a few sword energies were truly unavoidable, he would simply flick his finger or wave his sleeve, and those icy sword energies, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, would shatter like fragile glass, turning into ice dust and dissipating.

He seemed to be watching a poor performance, his eyes indifferent, with a hint of barely perceptible boredom.

"Is that all?" Qin Chuan's voice rang out, clearly piercing through the whistling of the sword energy. "Your blood seems to be no longer warm enough."

These words were like the most vicious curse, piercing Bai Yifei's sore spot and the source of his fear!

His secret to maintaining his youth lies in absorbing the essence of young girls' blood! How could the other party see through his true nature at a glance?

Overwhelmed with shock and rage, Bai Yifei let out a beast-like roar and merged his two swords together.

He transformed into a streak of red and white light, carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything, becoming one with his sword, and thrusting straight at Qin Chuan's heart!

This was his strongest attack, which he had gathered all his energy and spirit for!

Faced with this final act of madness, Qin Chuan finally got serious.

He no longer dodged, nor did he flick his fingers.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, his palm facing the streak of red and white light shooting towards him.

A dark, profound, and terrifying aura, seemingly capable of devouring all light, suddenly emanated from Qin Chuan's palm!

Nine Netherworld Profound Heaven Divine Art!

This peerless martial art, originating from the world of Bad Guys and possessing extreme yin and evil, revealed its true terror in Qin Chuan's hands!

There was no earth-shattering suction, no howling wind.

However, Bai Yifei's unstoppable momentum of man and sword as one was suddenly reduced in speed as if he had sunk into an invisible quagmire when he was still a few feet away from Qin Chuan's palm!