Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and it almost stopped beating!

The master, in such a somber mood and clearly unwilling to speak, so quickly... began to fulfill his promise? To find her younger brother?!

An overwhelming joy surged through her like molten lava, instantly dispelling the negative effects of the oppressive atmosphere brought by Qin Chuan.

Beneath her new clothes, her fingers gripped the fabric tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

That fiery red dress seemed to carry all her burning hopes, and even the golden flame patterns flowing on the hem seemed to be on fire!

"Her younger brother."

Qin Chuan's gaze fell on Yan Lingji, signaling her to speak concisely.

Yan Lingji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the sob that was about to burst from her throat and the tears welling up in her eyes.

She stepped forward, facing Han Fei, her voice trembling and hoarse with a barely suppressed intensity, each word seemingly uttered with all her might, and carrying immense weight:

"His...his name is A-Zhao."

"The year we were separated... I was about... six years old..."

"Behind my left ear... there's a... small red mole..."

"He should be wearing... a Baiyue gold lock... with a flame totem engraved on it..."

Each characteristic she uttered with difficulty was like tearing open a bloody wound, yet it carried a burning expectation.

The small figure crying and being swept away amidst the smoke and fire of the Baiyue war now appeared before her eyes with unparalleled clarity.

She bit her lower lip hard, tasting the metallic sweetness, barely managing to maintain her composure. But the urgency, pain, and immense hope in her eyes were like tangible flames, almost scorching Han Fei.

Han Fei was deeply moved as he looked at the woman before him, who had just been like a vengeful enchantress but was now trembling with excitement over a sliver of hope.

He hadn't expected that the first thing Qin Chuan asked him to do in this state of mind would be so private and heavy.

He composed himself, his expression becoming extremely solemn, and addressed both Yan Lingji and Qin Chuan in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, Miss Yanlingji! Since I have been entrusted by Brother Qin, I will do my utmost and use all the resources of the Sikou Mansion to search for your brother's whereabouts in Xinzheng and even throughout the Han Kingdom! I will inform you immediately if there is any news!"

As Yan Lingji looked at Han Fei's solemn promise, and then at the calm, abyss-like figure in black robes on the main seat, seemingly isolated from the entire world, a surge of intense heat finally broke through all her repression and rushed straight to her eyes.

She lowered her head abruptly, using all her strength to suppress the sob deep in her throat, and bowed deeply again in Qin Chuan's direction, her shoulders heaving violently.

A single, scalding tear finally broke free of its restraints and silently dripped onto the polished floor, instantly spreading before being quickly absorbed by her fiery red dress, leaving only a dark stain.

That fiery red dress, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, burned with a heavy, rekindled hope, reflecting the somber, desolate shadow shrouded in the main seat.

Chapter 29 You dare use a knife?

The night in Xinzheng was particularly thick and deathly silent because of the sudden death of Bai Yifei, the Marquis of Blood-Clad.

The General's Mansion, a fortress symbolizing the highest military power in Korea, is brightly lit, yet it cannot dispel the fear and unease that permeates every brick and every shadow.

The number of patrolling armored soldiers has doubled, and the sound of their armor scraping against each other is particularly jarring in the silence. Everyone's face is solemn, and their eyes are shifty, as if the darkness could swallow everything at any moment.

However, even the strictest security measures cannot stop a true nemesis.

Deep within the mansion, Ji Wuye paced back and forth in agitation.

He was exceptionally tall and strong, with bulging muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power. His eight-foot-long giant battle sword, "Eight Feet," leaned against him, its dark blade reflecting the candlelight and radiating a chillingly fierce aura.

Bai Yifei's death was like a cold, poisonous thorn stuck in his heart.

All he knew was that a mysterious and terrifying force was targeting him, targeting the night!

This unknown enemy made him feel uneasy and furious.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash! Can't even catch a shadow!" he roared, smashing the corner of the hard sandalwood table next to him with a single blow.

Just then—

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar came from the direction of the front courtyard of the mansion!

Then came a continuous chorus of screams, the cracking of weapons, and the deafening roar of collapsing buildings! The entire earth seemed to tremble!

"Enemy attack!!!" The piercing alarm shattered the night sky.

Ji Wuye's pupils constricted sharply. He grabbed the eight-foot-long sword, and a violent killing intent erupted from him: "Who dares to trespass on this general's residence! You're courting death!!!"

He strode out of the hall, and what he saw made even this battle-hardened, ruthless general's scalp tingle instantly!

The path leading from the front courtyard to the inner courtyard was littered with corpses and rivers of blood!

The Corpse-Driving Demon shook a copper bell, and with its eerie and sinister sound, the fallen armored soldiers staggered back to their feet and lunged at their former comrades, a truly horrifying scene.

The King of Poisons cackled and chuckled, his hand waving to create a cloud of poisonous mist that instantly knocked anyone who touched it to the ground, foaming at the mouth and causing their skin to ulcerate rapidly.

The Peerless Ghost was like a human battering ram; each time his enormous fist slammed down, it was accompanied by the muffled sound of bones cracking and tendons breaking, and the collapse of walls. Ordinary swords and blades left only shallow white marks on him.

Tianze floated in the air, and the six snake-headed chains, as if alive, moved about and strangled people and horses wherever they went, with severed limbs flying everywhere.

His crimson snake eyes burned with the flames of vengeance, and every swing of his sword carried an aura of destruction.

Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth Sword transformed into a deadly silver-gray lightning bolt, each thrust precisely tearing through the defenses and piercing vital points; its swordplay was ruthless and merciless, with astonishing efficiency.

But what truly terrified people was the figure in black walking at the very front—Qin Chuan.

He walked with a leisurely pace, as if he were strolling in his own backyard rather than on a bloody battlefield.

There were no earth-shattering moves, no dazzling weapons. He simply walked casually, and with each step he took, an invisible force field rolled over him like an invisible millstone.

The armored soldiers blocking his way, whether they were holding shields in formation or charging fearlessly, were all strangely twisted, shattered, and sent flying backwards a few feet away from him, like ants being crushed by an invisible giant hand!

The heavy gates and sturdy walls crumbled into dust before him like paper, paving a bloody path straight to the inner courtyard.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng moved like ghosts, darting at high speed through the chaotic battlefield and shadows.

They did not directly participate in the core killings, but rather, like the most precise falcons, with each swoop or snap, they accurately targeted the archers in the shadows, the officers trying to encircle them, and the messengers who wanted to raise the alarm.

They cleared all obstacles for this destructive torrent, ensuring its unimpeded path toward its ultimate target—Ji Wuye!

"Tianze?! And you remnants of the Baiyue tribe!"

Ji Wuye recognized Tianze, Yan Lingji, and the others, and was furious, but his gaze remained fixed on the completely unfamiliar young man in black.

The unfathomable, indifferent aura emanating from the other party, which regarded all things as ants, made him feel an unprecedented and enormous threat!

"It's you! You're the one who killed Bai Yifei! You destroyed the foundation of my Nightfall! And you still dare to come knocking on my door today! Die!"

Ji Wuye roared like thunder, his voice shaking the surrounding area. He stomped his foot, and the hard bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch!

His terrifying external martial arts skills were pushed to their limit, causing his already bulging muscles to swell even more, and his skin to take on an eerie metallic sheen!

He gripped the eight-foot-long sword tightly with both hands, the blade humming and creating a violent hurricane that tore through the air. With the force of splitting mountains and seas, he slashed down at Qin Chuan, who was walking slowly towards him!

This strike embodied Ji Wuye's lifelong ferocity and power. Before the blade even arrived, its violent pressure had already plowed a deep trench in the ground, as if it were about to split the entire space in two!

Faced with this terrifying strike that could instantly kill even a top-tier expert, Qin Chuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He didn't even move his hand.

Just as the giant blade was about to strike, he slightly turned his body.

"Clang—!!!"

A deafening metallic clang rang out!

The eight-foot-long sword, carrying immense force, slammed down on a huge artificial rock behind where Qin Chuan had just stood! Sparks flew everywhere!

The rock, as hard as iron, was cleaved open with a terrifying crack several feet deep, sending fragments of rock flying everywhere!

Ji Wuye's seemingly inevitable strike failed to even touch the hem of Qin Chuan's clothes!

A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes.

Just as his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, Qin Chuan moved.

There were no extra movements, just a seemingly casual raising of the hand and a flick of the finger.

A crisp yet terrifying sound of metal clashing rang out!

Ji Wuye's proud eight-foot-long giant sword, infused with all his body's external martial arts skills, was struck by Qin Chuan's finger on its incredibly heavy spine!

A terrifying force that was completely incomprehensible instantly emanated from the blade!

"Buzz—Click!"

Ji Wuye felt his hands instantly split open at the base of his thumbs, bleeding profusely!

The eight-foot-long greatsword that had accompanied him in battle for many years and drunk countless lives suddenly let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight, and broke apart inch by inch from the middle!

The steel blade shattered like fragile glass!

Fragments shot out, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek!

Ji Wuye was struck as if by a heavy hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His burly, bear-like body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing into the wall of the hall behind him, and tumbling down in a cloud of dust and rubble.

He struggled to get up, his eyes filled with boundless fear and a sense of absurdity.

The power he was so proud of, the sword he regarded as his life, was so vulnerable in the hands of his opponent!

"A knife?" Qin Chuan slowly withdrew his finger, looking at the broken fragments of the knife on the ground. His indifferent voice was like ice, carrying a disdainful air of looking down on the world. "You dare to use a knife?"

These words were like the sharpest dagger, piercing through Ji Wuye's last shred of dignity as a strong person.

"Ugh—!"

Ji Wuye let out a beast-like roar, desperately channeling his remaining strength, wielding his last remaining sword hilt and fist, and frantically lunged at Qin Chuan.

His punches were fierce and domineering, enough to shatter stone tablets and split rocks; each punch carried a madness of mutual destruction.

However, madness is futile in the face of absolute power.

Qin Chuan didn't even try to dodge.

Ji Wuye's fist, powerful enough to shatter iron armor, slammed into Qin Chuan's chest and shoulder... but it felt as if it had struck the unchanging Xuan Tie Divine Mountain! It produced a dull "thump-thump" sound!

The force of the recoil caused Ji Wuye's arm bones to groan in unbearable pain!

Qin Chuan remained completely still, his robes without a single wrinkle. He coldly stared at Ji Wuye, who resembled a mad tiger, as if he were looking at an insect struggling in vain.

Another muffled thud. Qin Chuan casually flicked his sleeve, and an invisible, immense force swept over Ji Wuye.

"puff--!"