Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Ying Zheng's roar was like thunder from the heavens, shaking the palace and making it vibrate. The overwhelming imperial pressure made all the ministers in the hall feel suffocated, and they all knelt on the ground, silent as cicadas in winter, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

"If three hundred men can't take it down, then send three thousand! Thirty thousand! Three hundred thousand!"

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up, his wide imperial robes billowing even without wind, and an aura of dominance that swept across the land and looked down upon the world erupted forth:

"Dig three feet into the ground! Bring back the heads of Gai Nie and that little bastard! I want to see how many Qin swords and spears Gai Nie's can cut through!"

A chilling aura filled the hall.

The officials prostrated themselves, none daring to raise their heads, let alone utter a word.

The defection of the Sword Saint Gai Nie was a huge blow to the dignity of the empire, and the First Emperor's wrath was enough to burn everything.

At this suffocating moment, a palace attendant's loud announcement came from outside the hall: "Lord Chuan has arrived—!"

The figure in the black royal robe entered the hall unhurriedly, seemingly oblivious to the almost solidified killing intent.

Qin Chuan bowed slightly to the furious Ying Zheng: "Your subject greets Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng's anger seemed to subside slightly with Qin Chuan's arrival, but his voice remained as cold as iron: "Brother Chuan, you've come at the right time! You also know about Gai Nie's matter?"

"I just heard about it," Qin Chuan said calmly. "Gai Nie is a master swordsman and is also well-versed in the empire's military formations. Even if a large army were to successfully encircle and annihilate him, it would suffer heavy casualties and he could easily find an opening to escape, thus wasting the nation's resources."

"Then what is your opinion, Brother Yichuan?" Ying Zheng stared intently at Qin Chuan.

"The affairs of the martial world should be settled according to the laws of the martial world." Qin Chuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Your Majesty has already ordered someone to contact the most mysterious and renowned assassin organization in the martial world, 'Quicksand'."

"Quicksand?" Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Exactly. Their leader, Wei Zhuang, is Gai Nie's junior brother and another successor of the Ghost Valley School. The two have a long-standing feud that is irreconcilable. No one can surpass him in understanding Gai Nie. Moreover, the Quicksand Gang is secretive and ruthless, specializing in assassination and tracking, making them perfect for dealing with a top martial arts master like Gai Nie."

Qin Chuan's voice carried absolute control:

“Your Majesty has ordered the Flowing Sands to hunt down Gai Nie and the child he was protecting with all their might. With Wei Zhuang’s abilities, plus the Four Heavenly Kings of the Flowing Sands, even if Gai Nie has three heads and six arms, he will not be able to escape this calamity.”

Upon hearing the names "Wei Zhuang" and "Liu Sha," a knowing glint flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

His tense expression finally relaxed, and the overwhelming anger that had swept through the hall receded like a tide.

He sat back on the throne, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest: "Very well. I trust Brother Chuan with his work. If Liu Sha succeeds, I will reward him handsomely."

The two brothers exchanged glances, and everything was understood without a word.

"Your subject obeys the decree," Qin Chuan replied, bowing.

The news that the Quicksand Gang had swarmed out to hunt down the traitorous swordsman Gai Nie spread like wildfire throughout the land. Their fearsome reputation and efficiency instilled fear in countless martial artists.

The news naturally reached the ears of the Mohist leader in his secret stronghold.

"Quicksand...Wei Zhuang..."

The leader of the Mohist school looked at the intelligence report in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He had long heard of Wei Zhuang's fearsome reputation. This man was Gai Nie's mortal enemy, and his strength was unfathomable. With the addition of the Four Heavenly Kings of Liu Sha, Gai Nie was fleeing with a child, seriously injured, and his situation was extremely dangerous!

"Master, the Quicksand's attack is no small matter! I fear Mr. Gai Nie will find it difficult to withstand! Should we send someone to provide backup immediately?"

Master Ban asked anxiously.

The leader of the Mohist school pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, a shrewd and calculating glint in his eyes:

“Wei Zhuang is ruthless and has a deep grudge against Gai Nie. When he makes a move, it will be thunderous and relentless. If we rashly send out Mohist disciples, we may not only fail to save them, but we will also expose ourselves prematurely, attracting a double attack from Quicksand and the Empire, and even revealing the location of the Mechanized City.”

"Then... are we just going to stand by and watch Mr. Gai Nie and that child..."

Master Ban couldn't bear it.

“Of course not.” A glint flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Mohist school. “We cannot take direct action, but someone can scout ahead for us and share the burden.”

You mean...?

"Contact the remnants of the Xiang clan in Chu. The Xiang clan has a deep-seated hatred for the tyrannical Qin, and also has a past friendship with Jing Ke. They will certainly not stand idly by when they learn that Jing Ke's orphan is in trouble, and that Gai Nie betrayed Qin to protect his son."

The leader of the Mohist school said in a deep voice:

"Let them contact Gai Nie first. This will not only test Gai Nie's sincerity and current situation, but also draw the firepower of the Quicksand. When they are in dire straits, we can then make our move. This will be a timely help, and Gai Nie will surely be grateful to the Mohists and become completely loyal to them!"

In the dense primeval forest, the wounded Gai Nie, along with the equally exhausted Tianming, finally reunited with the remnants of the Xiang clan, led by Xiang Shaoyu and Fan Zeng, numbering several dozen.

When Xiang Liang and the others saw Gai Nie's miserable state and the "orphan of Jing Ke," they were filled with righteous indignation and immediately offered to escort them to safety.

However, just as the two sides met and their vigilance relaxed slightly, a deadly attack struck!

Like two moving hills, Wushuang Gui, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Flowing Sands, wielded a huge bronze warhammer and roared as he charged out of the dense forest, breaking trees and shaking the earth wherever he went!

At the same time, countless pairs of eerie green eyes lit up in the dark forest, accompanied by chilling wolf howls. The Wolf King, leading his pack, surged in from all directions like a tide, instantly dividing and surrounding the group!

"Protect the children!"

Gai Nie roared and, disregarding his severely injured body, forcefully activated his inner strength. The Yuanhong Sword erupted with an astonishing sword light, meeting the unstoppable Wushuang Gui!

The sword light and the heavy hammer collided violently, creating a surge of air!

Gai Nie was already seriously injured, and forcibly using his internal energy aggravated his wounds, causing him to spit out blood. However, his eyes were resolute as he held Wushuang Gui firmly, buying Xiang Liang and the others time to break through with "Tianming".

The Xiang clan fought valiantly and valiantly, suffering heavy casualties from the attacks of wolves and the sneak attacks of the quicksand assassins.

Ultimately, thanks to Fan Zeng's strategy and Xiang Shaoyu's valiant rearguard action, at great cost, the group managed to tear open a gap and hastily retreated into the depths of the dense forest with the unconscious "Tianming."

Gai Nie, after enduring countless heavy blows from the Peerless Ghost and slaying several ferocious wolves, finally exhausted himself. He was struck hard on the back by the Wolf King's claw, coughing up blood, and his vision went black as he completely lost consciousness.

The crisis seems to have been temporarily averted.

The remnants of Xiang's army, carrying the unconscious Gai Nie and "Tianming," hid in the jungle.

However, the pursuit by the quicksand is far from over!

Just when they thought they had temporarily shaken off their pursuers and found a secluded valley to catch their breath, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the sky!

Countless white feathers, gleaming with a cold light, fell from the sky like a sudden storm!

Every feather was aimed precisely at the vital points of the exhausted Xiang clan members!

Fan Zeng looked up in shock.

High in the sky, two graceful, ethereal figures stood proudly on the back of a giant white bird or beast.

A man with silver hair and a blue robe, possessing a handsome yet otherworldly face and icy eyes, was none other than Bai Feng!

Beside him, dressed in black as ink, with movements as unpredictable as a shadow, was Mo Ya!

A cold smile played on Bai Feng's lips as she flicked her fingers, unleashing a torrent of deadly feather blades!

Under the cover of the feather blades, Mo Ya's figure appeared in the crowd in an instant, like a true ghost, with streaks of blood from the black dagger in his hand!

Xiang Liang and his men were already exhausted and had many wounded. Faced with this strange attack from the sky and Mo Ya's elusive assassination attempt, they were instantly plunged into a desperate situation!

They were on the verge of total annihilation!

"Wow—!"

Just at this critical moment, a high-pitched and clear bird cry tore through the sky!

A massive, crimson figure, gleaming with a metallic sheen, swooped down from the clouds at an astonishing speed, like a burning meteor!

Master Ban manipulated one of the Mohist School's greatest masterpieces, the enormous Vermilion Bird wings spread out, and the resulting fierce airflow instantly dispersed the countless feather blades in the sky!

The Vermilion Bird glided precisely across the valley at low altitude, and the hatch on its belly opened.

"Quick! Grab the rope!"

Master Ban's aged and anxious voice came from Zhuque!

The Xiang clan members, who had narrowly escaped death, along with the unconscious Gai Nie and the fake Tianming, used almost their last bit of strength to grab the rope thrown down from the Vermilion Bird.

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings and soared into the sky, the powerful lift instantly carrying everyone off the ground!

Bai Feng's eyes turned cold, and the giant bird beneath her feet let out a sharp cry, transforming into a streak of white light and relentlessly pursuing her!

Mo Ya's figure clung to the shadow of Zhu Que's massive body, like a persistent leech, searching for an opening.

A thrilling aerial chase ensued!

Master Ban was completely focused, maximizing the agility and speed of the mechanical Vermilion Bird. Sometimes it would dive into narrow mountain streams, and sometimes it would fly swiftly along steep cliffs, using the complex terrain to constantly shake off the attacks of Bai Feng's giant bird and Mo Ya.

The Vermilion Bird's tail spewed out a stream of scorching flames, forcing Bai Feng and Mo Ya to stay away.

Finally, after passing through an area of ​​dense fog that never dissipates, Master Ban, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, made an extreme dive and sharp turn, completely shaking off his pursuers!

The Vermilion Bird emitted a triumphant cry, carrying the still-shaken crowd, and flew towards the depths of the misty, mysterious mountains.

Its destination is the legendary, indestructible fortress built by the Mo family over a century of painstaking effort—the Mo Family Mechanical City!

It is located atop a steep, solitary peak, several miles away from the entrance to the city.

Two figures stood against the wind, their black royal robes and white cloaks fluttering in the wind.

Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. His deep gaze seemed to pierce through layers of clouds and mist, clearly "seeing" the crimson mechanical Vermilion Bird, which, like a bird returning to its nest, disappeared into an extremely hidden crevice in the distant mountains, shrouded in clouds and illusions.

Beside him, Wei Zhuang held the Shark Tooth Sword, his golden vertical pupils burning with cold fighting spirit and a hint of disdain.

Qin Chuan looked in the direction where the mechanical Vermilion Bird had disappeared and calmly said to Wei Zhuang beside him:

"The blood of three hundred death row inmates was not shed in vain. The net has been tightened."

Wei Zhuang, holding the Shark Tooth Sword, snorted coldly: "Hmph, I hope the fish in the net are worth my drawing the Shark Tooth Sword."

In his golden, vertical pupils lay a cold anticipation of the impending great battle.

The two fell silent, gazing quietly in the direction where the mechanical city had disappeared, like predators waiting for their prey.

A thunderous storm targeting the core of the Mohist school has been silently brewing.

Chapter 70 The day is right and the city is slaughtered

Deep within the Mo Family's mechanical city.

The crimson mechanical Vermilion Bird slowly descended onto the take-off and landing platform in the core area, and Master Ban manipulated the intricate mechanism to secure it properly.

Gai Nie was rushed to the hospital for treatment, while Tianming was taken care of by Gao Yue. Although he was frightened, he was not seriously injured.

At the same time, following the instructions of the Mohist leader, Master Ban activated the highest level of defense alert.

The colossal beast that had been silent for a century, the Mechanical City, slowly opened its eyes, which were filled with sharp, mechanical teeth.

The low rumble of gears meshing echoed faintly deep within the rock walls, activating hidden defensive mechanisms everywhere, and even the light in the passage seemed to take on a cold, metallic quality.