Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Even more terrifying, Bai Yifei was horrified to discover that the blood in his body seemed to be summoned by some irresistible force, and began to boil and flow backward uncontrollably!

His handsome, otherworldly face lost its color at a visible speed, turning ashen!

"No...impossible!!"

Bai Yifei let out a shrill scream, trying to break free, but the invisible force of attraction firmly locked onto the source of his life—blood!

A ghostly light flickered in Qin Chuan's palm, as if he had opened a gateway to the deepest hell.

The protective aura around Bai Yifei instantly collapsed, and the frost dragon that had been wrapped around his twin swords dissipated with a mournful cry.

His once-proud silver hair began to lose its luster rapidly, turning dry and gray.

The smooth, firm skin began to sag and collapse at an alarming rate, becoming covered with deep wrinkles. The once-upright body began to stoop, and the powerful aura dissipated rapidly like a deflated balloon!

In just a few breaths!

The peerless, blood-clad Marquis who controlled the ice has vanished.

Instead, there was an old man curled up on the cold ground, with sparse, withered white hair, skin covered with dark brown age spots like rotten wood, a shriveled and hunched body, sunken and cloudy eyes, and only weak breathing left!

The essence of his blood, which sustained his youth and fueled his countless evil deeds, has been completely stripped away and devoured by Qin Chuan's Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art!

Bai Yifei, the top expert of the Korean Nightfall and the master of Snow Robe Fortress, breathed his last amidst extreme old age and weakness, filled with endless fear and resentment, his pupils completely dilated.

His pair of red and white swords, which had once struck fear into the hearts of countless people, lay helplessly beside his withered corpse, having lost all their luster.

The hall was deathly silent, with only the lingering chill flowing silently.

Looking at the emaciated corpse on the ground, so different from its previous state, Bai Feng felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, even though he was used to seeing life and death.

Yan Lingji gripped the edge of her black robe tightly, her crimson eyes filled with shock and a hint of awe.

The power Qin Chuan displayed was ruthless, domineering, and sinister, completely exceeding common sense and utterly crushing the last shred of resistance in her heart.

However, her gaze once again involuntarily drifted towards the unconscious girl in the corner.

The girl's faint breathing proved she was still alive. This ruthless man, while displaying swift and decisive methods to kill a powerful enemy, actually upheld some unseen bottom line, saving a complete stranger's life that was on the verge of death.

This sense of contradiction, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, created indescribable ripples in her complex emotions.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Qin Chuan's retreating figure held not only submission and awe, but also a subtle, indescribable, complex curiosity.

Qin Chuan slowly withdrew his palm, the dark light in his palm receding as if nothing had happened.

He didn't even glance at Bai Yifei's corpse on the ground, as if he had casually cleared away an ant blocking his way.

His gaze shifted to the unconscious girl in the corner. With a barely perceptible flick of his finger, a gentle, warm internal force was channeled into the girl's body, protecting her fragile heart meridian and ensuring she could hold on until someone came to her rescue.

"Lead the way to the Frozen Marrow Ice Hell."

His indifferent voice broke the silence, and his gaze fell on Yan Lingji, who was still in shock.

Yan Lingji snapped back to her senses, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and nodded vigorously: "Yes...please follow me!"

She wrapped her black robe tightly around herself, walked barefoot across the cold, icy ground, and strode quickly toward the darker passageway deeper into the hall.

Bai Feng took a deep breath, suppressed her turbulent emotions, and followed closely behind.

Qin Chuan glanced one last time at Bai Yifei's withered corpse and the girl in the corner whose breathing was becoming steady, then stepped forward to follow.

On either side of the passage leading to the Frosty Ice Prison, through the dim light, one could vaguely see the frozen skeletons of many young women in various poses, silently telling the story of Blood-Clad Marquis's cruelty and the evil of Snow-Clad Fortress.

The piles of white bones formed a shocking contrast with the young girl he had saved behind him, who still had a sliver of life left.

Qin Chuan did not pause in his steps, but this scene, along with his actions just now, was deeply imprinted in Yan Lingji's eyes.

The heart of the storm is shifting toward the frigid inferno where the Baiyue prince is imprisoned.

Chapter 25 Tianze Emerges, Chi Meng Arrives!

Led by Yan Lingji, Qin Chuan and Bai Feng traversed winding, even colder passages, venturing deep into the core forbidden area of ​​Snow Robe Fortress.

On the ice walls on both sides of the passage, the twisted and struggling human-shaped ice shadows can be vaguely seen, silently telling the story of the cruelty of this place.

Finally, they arrived before a colossal gate carved entirely from millennia-old ice—the Frost Marrow Ice Prison!

The door was unlocked, for this place itself was the most secure prison.

The biting cold air almost materialized into a white, frosty wind, howling out from the cracks in the door.

Flame Spirit Princess's eyes burned with deep-seated hatred. She gathered a faint flame in her hands and pressed them with difficulty against the ice gate.

However, her flame flickered like a candle in the wind under the extreme cold, and the ice gate remained completely still.

Qin Chuan stepped forward, casually flicking his sleeves.

An invisible force surged forth, and the incomparably heavy Xuanbing giant gate groaned as it slowly opened inward.

Behind the door lies a pure world of ice!

The eerie blue light illuminated the icy prison as if it were the bottom of the deep sea.

In the very center of the Ice Prison stands a thick ice pillar.

On the ice pillar, Tianze was tightly bound by several thick iron chains, each as thick as a child's arm and covered with runes!

His long, dark blue hair was disheveled and disheveled, and his crimson eyes burned with rage and violence. Two sharp, cold claws pierced deeply into the collarbone of his shoulder blade!

Dark red scabs froze around the hook claws.

"Master!" Yan Lingji cried out in alarm.

"Yan...Ling Ji?" Tianze struggled to lift his head, his gaze sweeping over Yan Ling Ji's ill-fitting black robe and the two people behind her. His surprise instantly turned to extreme vigilance and rage! "Who...who did you bring?!"

"Master! It's not what you think!" Yan Lingji explained urgently, "It was this lord who saved me, he..."

"Shut up!" Tianze interrupted sharply, his crimson eyes fixed on Qin Chuan. "Save me? Hmph! Are you trying to recruit me, or are you trying to use me?!"

The cold, indifferent aura of control emanating from Qin Chuan made him feel a tremendous threat and the humiliation of being looked down upon!

Qin Chuan ignored his gaze, stepped forward slowly, and calmly said, "Tianze, the last surviving member of Baiyue. Your power and your hatred are useful to me. Submit to me, and you will gain freedom and the blade of revenge."

"Submit?!" Tianze laughed hoarsely, blood freezing as it spilled from the corner of his mouth. "I, Tianze, will never be someone else's lackey! You want me to bow down? Who do you think you are?!"

Tianze's fierce true energy erupted!

The six black and red snake skull chains on his back suddenly came to life!

Like six ferocious giant pythons that prey on people, they tore through the cold mist and pounced on Qin Chuan from different angles!

The snake's mouth gaped open, its fangs peeking out!

Faced with this deadly attack that burned with the power of life, Qin Chuan's eyes remained calm and unwavering.

He didn't even move his feet.

Just as the six hideous snake heads were about to touch his robes...

Qin Chuan moved! Swift as a ghost!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The six soft sounds were almost simultaneous!

Qin Chuan's hands left mysterious trajectories in the air, precisely striking the key joints between the six snake heads' eyebrows!

The force of a fingertip can instantly destroy the core of power!

The six ferocious snake heads froze, their malevolent aura receding, transforming back into cold chains.

Qin Chuan reached out with both hands and grabbed the two main chains! A tremendous force surged through the chains!

"Ugh!" Tianze groaned in pain as the immense force shattered his defenses, damaging his internal organs and tearing open the wound on his collarbone!

Qin Chuan suddenly jerked his wrist!

Splash!

Like cracking an iron whip! The two main chains lashed violently at the other four chains with tremendous force!

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The four chains, like snakes with broken spines, hung limply and crashed against the ice surface!

In just one exchange, the Six Serpents' Chains completely crumbled!

Tianze's body was pulled and shaken, his wounds reopened, and fresh blood gushed out and froze.

He gasped for breath, his crimson eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and humiliation!

The opponent's strength was completely overwhelming!

He couldn't even get the other person to move an inch!

"Master! No!" Yan Lingji rushed to the ice pillar and shouted, "Bai Yifei! Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei... has been killed by you, Master! Just now! In the ice hall outside!"

"Wh...what?!" Tianze was struck dumb, his crimson eyes shrinking as he looked at Yan Lingji! That nightmarish Blood-Clad Marquis...is dead? Killed by this person before him? He looked at Qin Chuan again, whose calm gaze was now like a bottomless, icy pool, sending chills down his spine!

The gap... an insurmountable gap!

Qin Chuan slowly walked up to Tian Ze, who was bound by chains and trembling with pain and shock. His gaze, towering over Tian Ze, was like a sword of judgment.

"Now, you have two choices." The voice was cold and clear.

“First,” he extended a finger, the tip of which was shrouded in a chilling, dark aura, pointing it at Tianze’s brow, “carrying your useless pride and deep-seated hatred, you will be completely transformed into a part of this icy prison. The lingering resentment of Baiyue ends here.”

The shadow of death instantly loomed over Tianze.

Qin Chuan lowered his hand, his gaze sweeping over Yan Lingji's tense face before returning to Tian Ze's:

"Swear allegiance to me, and I will grant you the blade of vengeance. Ji Wuye's head will hang at the gates of Xinzheng. Han will collapse. And the scattered remnants of Baiyue..."

He paused slightly, his voice carrying a promise that seemed to transcend time and space: "Perhaps we can find a foothold amidst the ruins and rekindle a spark."

"Should we bury everything, or seize the opportunity to watch our enemies die in despair and fight for a future for our shattered homeland?"

Tianze's heart was torn apart by hatred and reality. He looked at the unfathomable Qin Chuan, then at the pleading Yan Lingji. Pride roared, while reality was as cold as a knife.

"Ugh... Ahhhh—!"

Tianze raised his head and let out a trapped beast's roar, his crimson eyes filled with rage, resentment, and struggle... which ultimately transformed into desperate madness and resolve!

He stared intently at Qin Chuan, his voice hoarse as if squeezed from a broken throat: "Fine... I, Tianze... am willing to pledge my loyalty to you!"

Qin Chuan's eyes remained completely unmoved.