Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"Your Highness, no! It's dangerous outside!"

"Danger? What danger? Sister Zi Nu, please let me go!" Hong Lian struggled, her little face full of anxiety and resentment. "I...I have something to show him!"

As she spoke, she pulled a roll of drawing paper from her bosom with her other hand and waved it eagerly, "I drew his portrait! It took me a long time! That icy face of his is always so serious, I have to show him how well I drew him!"

The scroll of paper danced in her hand. Although only a corner was unfolded, the silhouette of the person in the painting, dressed in black and with a cold and aloof demeanor, was still faintly visible. The chilling aura between her brows and eyes was captured quite vividly.

Seeing Honglian's anxious yet somewhat aggrieved expression, Zi Nu sighed inwardly, but gripped her hand even tighter:

"Princess, listen to me! This is no child's play! We can wait until Lord Qin Chuan returns before we look at it!"

Ying Zheng's gaze, which had been scrutinizing and displaying imperial majesty, turned to Han Fei, preparing to begin this dialogue about envoys and state affairs.

But when Honglian took out the scroll of portraits, calling out "Ice Face," and with the unique coquettishness and persistence of a young girl saying she wanted to show it to Qin Chuan, Ying Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, almost imperceptibly.

His gaze fell on the roll of drawing paper in Honglian's hand, then swept over Honglian's delicate face, which was slightly flushed with eagerness and full of vitality.

This little princess from South Korea seems to care a lot about her younger brother?

A barely perceptible, thoughtful glint flashed in Ying Zheng's deep eyes.

He didn't reveal anything, but quietly noted down this interesting scene.

"Mr. Han Fei," Ying Zheng composed himself and turned to Han Fei, whose face was solemn and puzzled. His voice regained its composure and authority. "The envoy has been killed, and the Qin army is pressing on the border. This matter concerns the relations between our two countries, and even more so, the survival of Han. I... I have some questions I would like to ask you, sir."

Han Fei was intimidated by Ying Zheng's natural aura of authority, and also attracted by the weight of his words.

So he temporarily suppressed his doubts about Qin Chuan's whereabouts and his helplessness towards Hong Lian, took a deep breath, and said seriously:

"Young Master Shang, please ask. Han Fei will answer all your questions."

Inside the Accord, a tense conversation unfolds about the fate of the State of Han and the ambitions of the State of Qin.

Deep within the Purple Orchid Pavilion, in the shadows of the corridors leading to the courtyard and the outer perimeter, an invisible killing intent had already spread.

Chapter 32 Subduing Xuan Jian, Laying the Net

The black raven's figure blended into the darkness, while the white phoenix landed lightly on a flying eave, its sharp gaze sweeping across the silent courtyard below.

Qin Chuan stopped at the end of the corridor, his black robes seemingly blending into the night.

Wei Zhuang, holding Shark Tooth, leaned against the shadow of the pillar, a cold smile curving his lips, his eyes burning with a long-lost fighting spirit.

Gai Nie stood quietly not far away, like a pine tree. The patterns on the hilt of the Yuanhong sword were clearly visible in the dim light, and his aura was as deep and solid as a mountain.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the faint sounds of Han Fei and Ying Zheng talking in the distance, and Honglian's resentful mutterings after being comforted by Zi Nu.

"Guest..." Qin Chuan whispered, his voice as soft as a night breeze, "It's time to show yourself."

As if in response to his words, a chilling, lifeless killing intent, as sinister as a venomous snake, suddenly locked onto him from the shadows in the corner of the courtyard, the beams above the corridor, and even the crevices of the artificial rocks!

A blurry black shadow appeared silently, like a ghost.

The man was tall and thin, as if shrouded in an ominous black mist.

He gripped two strangely shaped longswords, one black and one white, tightly in his hands. The blades exuded a chilling aura of blood and resentment!

It was none other than Xuan Jian, a top-tier assassin from the Luo Wang organization!

The moment Xuan Jian saw Qin Chuan's face, his eyes, which were filled with bloodlust and were murky, suddenly erupted with a deep-seated horror and resentment!

He recognized him! The mysterious man in black who had effortlessly defeated him in the dilapidated temple and rescued Dongjun Yanfei of the Yin-Yang School from his grasp!

Almost simultaneously, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang spoke in unison, their voices filled with solemnity and a sense of destiny in their battle intent!

The fierce battle at Weijiazhuang three years ago, Xuan Jian's terrifying figure, who was so violent and almost drove them to the brink of despair, instantly appeared before their eyes!

New and old grudges, sworn enemies reunite!

Xuan Jian's rationality was instantly overwhelmed by overwhelming killing intent and past humiliations!

He said nothing more, and a beast-like roar escaped his throat!

The violent sword energy erupted like a tangible black storm!

The black and white swords cleaved through the night sky, carrying a venomous hatred and a flame of revenge that seemed to tear everything apart. One sword was on the left and the other on the right, and with a terrifying power that surpassed the peak of three years ago, they fiercely attacked Qin Chuan!

Wherever the sword passed, the air emitted a shrill whistle as if it could not bear the weight, and the bricks and stones on the ground cracked inch by inch!

This strike gathered all the killing power he had gained after being reforged by the Net, and he was determined to tear the figure before him, who had once been his nightmare, to shreds!

Gai Nie's pupils contracted slightly, and his sword was instantly drawn half an inch from its sheath, its cold light poised to strike!

Wei Zhuang's shark-tooth aura hummed as he leaned forward, ready to deliver a thunderous blow!

They both knew how terrifying Xuan Jian was. Three years ago, the two of them had to work together to barely defeat him. Now, Xuan Jian's strength was even greater than before, and the power of this attack was earth-shattering!

Both of them are ready to face an earth-shattering battle!

However, faced with this ferocious double-sword attack that could instantly kill even top experts, Qin Chuan merely raised his right hand slightly.

There was no earth-shattering burst of energy, no dazzling flow of light.

He simply flicked his sleeve seemingly casually at the oncoming storm of black and white swords.

The movements were gentle, as if brushing dust off a garment.

"Om-!"

A deep, heart-stopping bang exploded in the courtyard!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment!

Xuan Jian's violent and unparalleled black and white sword energy storm, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, crashed into an invisible and intangible yet indestructible wall of sighs just three feet away from Qin Chuan!

The sword energy, powerful enough to tear apart metal, disintegrated, shattered, and vanished instantly upon contact with that invisible force field, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!

Xuan Jian's ferocious expression froze instantly, his eyes filled with unbelievable absurdity!

His attack, which he poured all his strength into and was enough to kill a grandmaster, was so...so easily neutralized?

Couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes?

A tremendous force of recoil surged through the twin swords!

Xuan Jian felt excruciating pain in both arms, as if they were about to split open. His tiger's mouth instantly burst open, dripping with blood!

He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible battering sledgehammer, let out a muffled groan, and was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when he came!

"Bang! Boom!"

Xuan Jian's burly body crashed into a huge artificial mountain in the courtyard, burying him halfway in the rubble like rain!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the black and white swords in his hand flew out and stuck obliquely in the soil not far away, humming and trembling on their own.

Deathly silence!

Gai Nie's hand, which was resting on the hilt of the Yuanhong sword, stopped.

Wei Zhuang's forward-leaning body froze.

The white phoenix on the eaves stared blankly.

The black crow in the shadows held its breath.

"Uh... Pfft!"

Amidst the rubble, Xuan Jian struggled to get up, but suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The terrifying power contained in Qin Chuan's flick not only injured his internal organs, but also, like a great bell, violently impacted the depths of his memories that had been forcibly suppressed and imprisoned by the Luo Wang using drugs and evil magic!

The thick black mist that shrouded the memory, called "slaughter," was forcibly torn open by the impact of absolute power and the excruciating pain of impending death!

Countless fragmented, chaotic, yet incredibly realistic images flooded into Xuan Jian's mind like a burst dam!

—On a cold, rainy night, he lay in the mud, covered in blood, his consciousness fading. A gentle yet timid voice rang out: "Are you...are you alright?" A pair of clear, innocent eyes looked at him with worry. It was Qianqian! Wei Yong's daughter!

—A simple yet warm little house. Qianqian carefully cleaned his wounds and brewed medicine. For the first time, his cold and hardened heart felt a strange warmth.

—Under the moonlight, he awkwardly gripped the white sword, gazing at her slightly protruding belly, his eyes filled with an unprecedented tenderness and determination: "I promise you, from now on I will lay down the black sword, leaving only the white sword to protect you and the child. We... will leave this place." He sank the black sword, a symbol of endless slaughter, into the icy lake.

—Wei Yong's hypocritical face! His insidious promises! To give Qianqian and their child a "stable" future, he transformed into a demon in the night, using his white sword to eliminate Wei Yong's political enemies, staining countless lives with blood! The list grew longer and longer, the killing never-ending! He tried to resist, tried to kill Wei Yong and end it all!

—At the edge of the cliff! Wei Yong's grinning face! Threatening him with an infant in swaddling clothes! Forcing him to kill the Great General of Wei! He yielded! The white sword pierced the heart of that upright general! The general's grief-stricken eyes before his death were like a brand!

—The cold stone prison! Wei Yong's betrayal! Discarding the bridge after crossing the river! He was chained, facing empty-handed Dian Qing, who had come to avenge his master, an unshakeable force as solid as a mountain! Despair! Rage!

—It's Qianqian! She rushed in without hesitation! She used her frail body to push past the guards! She threw his white sword to him! She cried out, "Jian! Go quickly! Open the mechanism!"

He retrieved the white sword, his power returning! With a single strike, he sent Dian Qing flying! He charged towards the mechanism's core! Just as the white sword cleaved the mechanism, Dian Qing's fatal blow arrived! His target… was Qianqian behind him!

"No!!!" His eyes widened in horror!

—Her slender, frail body shielded him from harm! Blood bloomed like a poignant flower on her chest! She looked at him, her eyes filled not with fear, but with endless love and farewell… At the same time, the white sword in his hand severed the mechanism's key point, and the immense recoil caused the white sword, already bearing the brunt of Dian Qing's blow… to shatter into pieces!

—The icy lake water! He held Qianqian's gradually cooling body and sank to the bottom of the lake. Despair! Deathly silence! Boundless darkness and cold! Qianqian's blood stained the lake water red…

—No! This can't end like this! Revenge! Wei Yong! Dian Qing! Everyone who killed Qianqian! They must die! Boundless hatred burned his soul like hellfire! The silt at the bottom of the lake churned, and the black sword that had sunk to the bottom, representing endless slaughter and darkness, sensed its master's overwhelming hatred and despair, humming excitedly, and returned to his hand! The cold hilt carried a chill from hell!

Later… he transformed into a vengeful demon, unleashing a reign of terror in the State of Wei. Until… Lord Xinling, Wei Wuji, intervened, swiftly uncovering Wei Yong's crimes and publicly executing him! Wei Yong… is dead? Killed by Wei Wuji?!

Fragments of memory, like the sharpest knives, were relentlessly slicing through Xuan Jian's soul!

The look in Qianqian's eyes before she died, the baby's cries, the news of Wei Yong's execution...

When the image of his last enemy, Wei Yong, being executed became clear, the last thread of his desire for revenge that kept him alive... collapsed!

"Ughhhhh—Qianqian!!!"

Xuan Jian suddenly sat up from the pile of rubble, clutching his head tightly with both hands, and let out a shrill scream that was so mournful it was inhuman, filled with endless grief and despair!

Tears mixed with blood streamed down his contorted face.

He was no longer the weapon of the Net who only knew how to kill, nor was he the evil spirit who was single-mindedly seeking revenge.

That poor soul who has lost his beloved forever!

His enemy is dead, so what is the meaning of his life? Qianqian… his Qianqian…

He struggled to crawl toward the white sword stuck in the ground, broken and reforged, yet cold and unfamiliar, as if grasping at the last connection with Qianqian.

He clutched the cold blade tightly, his body curled up like a wounded and desperate beast, letting out suppressed, heart-wrenching sobs.

"Qianqian...wait for me...I'm coming to find you..."

He murmured, his eyes empty and dejected, filled with a death wish for love.