Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The Mohist disciples patrolled back and forth with solemn expressions, and the air was filled with the tension of an impending storm.

At the summit of the solitary peak, clouds and mist surged.

Qin Chuan remained standing with his hands behind his back, his black royal robes motionless in the fierce wind.

Behind him, figures loomed, and a powerful aura gathered, causing the air at the summit to freeze.

The location of the city was remote and not conducive to a large-scale attack, so he adopted a strategy of using the various schools of thought to counter the various schools of thought.

The Yin-Yang School, the Taoist Tianzong School, and the Gongshu School, which is the Mohist School's arch-enemy, all participated in this campaign to suppress the Mohist School.

The Yin-Yang School is led by the Moon Goddess herself.

Behind her stood the High Priestess, dressed in a bewitching red robe, her hands wreathed in eerie red light, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.

Shao Siming stood quietly to one side, her face veiled in purple gauze, her pale purple eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, surrounded by drifting green leaves, mysterious and serene.

The one who came from the Taoist Heavenly Sect was naturally Xiaomeng.

She was plump, with snow-white hair, holding a whisk in her hand, and exuding a cool and aloof Daoist charm that seemed to be one with heaven and earth.

The Qiu Li Sword hung by his side, its tassel moving without wind, its very presence carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

Her gaze swept across the direction of the Mechanized City, as if looking down upon the mortal world, utterly devoid of any worldly concerns. Only when she looked at Qin Chuan did her expression show a subtle fluctuation.

The one who came from the Gongshu family was the head of the family, Gongshu Chou.

His body was hunched over, but his eyes gleamed with fanaticism and calculation.

Gongshu Chou greedily inhaled the faint scent of machinery at work in the air, and said to Qin Chuan:

"Your Majesty, the Mo Family's Mechanical City... Heh heh, a century's worth of hard work! I will make them know what the true pinnacle of mechanical arts is!"

Behind him, several disciples of the Gongshu family carried peculiar mechanical boxes on their backs.

"Very good." Qin Chuan's voice was calm, yet carried an immense pressure: "Does the Mo family think they can rest easy by hiding in this tortoise shell? How laughable."

Just then, a dark figure, almost blending into the environment, silently slid to Qin Chuan's side like flowing water and knelt on one knee.

It was the Black Qilin that had infiltrated the Mechanized City for many days.

He presented a scroll of blueprints drawn with a special material, the lines on which were intricate and precise, clearly a detailed structural diagram of the core area of ​​the Mo Family's mechanical city.

The diagram clearly marks the location and structure of the power core, the "Black Tortoise" mechanism, and key nodes of the water circulation system!

Qin Chuan took the blueprints, glanced at them without looking at them, and handed them directly to Gongshu Chou, who was already impatient.

"Master Gongshu, I entrust the Mohist 'Black Tortoise' to you. I want it to be completely 'silent' at the most crucial moment."

Gongshu Chou was overjoyed, his withered fingers trembling as he traced the "Black Tortoise" section on the drawing, his eyes gleaming brightly:

“Wonderful! Wonderful indeed! Rest assured, Your Majesty! These fancy tricks of the Mo family are utterly useless against my domineering mechanical arts! In just half a day, I will find their Achilles' heel and turn them into a pile of scrap metal!”

He immediately led his disciples to the side, spread out the blueprints, took out strange tools and began to study them, muttering incantations.

Qin Chuan held a small, exquisite crystal bottle that exuded a chilling aura.

Inside the bottle, a drop of deep purple liquid slowly swirls as if it were alive.

"This substance is called Zhenyu Qianye. It spreads when it comes into contact with water and is odorless and invisible."

Qin Chuan's voice carried a cold rhythm:

"Only at noon tomorrow, when the sun is at its strongest, will its poison fully erupt, spreading throughout the city through the vapor. It is colorless and odorless, and anyone who inhales it will be paralyzed. This is the meaning of 'When the sun is at its highest, the city will be slaughtered'."

He looked at the black Qilin, his gaze as tangible as a physical object:

"You are already familiar with the city's paths. Once Master Gongshu deciphers 'Xuanwu,' the mechanical city's power system will experience a slight stagnation, creating a momentary opening in the defenses. That will be your time to act. Drip this poison into the core of the water source; one drop will suffice. Afterward, lie in wait, and once the poison takes effect, coordinate an attack from within and without."

The Black Qilin took the Poison Feather Thousand Nights, nodded silently, and its figure once again disappeared into the shadows, as if it had never existed.

Qin Chuan looked at Bai Feng and said calmly:

"Send him in, make sure everything is safe. After that, your task is to monitor the entire city and wait for the signal."

Bai Feng's figure transformed into a blurry white shadow, following the aura of the black Qilin.

Qin Chuan looked at Wei Zhuang, Xiao Meng, Yue Shen, and the others one last time, his tone carrying a sense of finality:

"Everyone, prepare yourselves. Tomorrow at noon, when the poisonous miasma spreads and all the Mo family disciples are rendered stiff, that will be the time to strike with lightning speed and flatten the Mechanized City!"

Xiaomeng closed her eyes slightly, as if sensing the energy of heaven and earth, without uttering a word.

Beneath the veil of the moon goddess, the corners of her mouth seemed to curve into a knowing smile, as if she understood fate.

Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth sword sheath emitted a deep hum, like a ferocious beast thirsting for blood.

Atop the solitary peak, a murderous aura lingered.

An invisible yet deadly net has completely enveloped the misty Mo Family Mechanized City.

The deadly countdown begins silently in the darkness and silence.

Inside the city of government offices, the night was deep.

Thanks to the best efforts of the Mo family physicians, Gai Nie's injuries have temporarily stabilized.

The Mohist disciples took turns on guard duty, keeping watch over every corner of the darkness.

However, no one noticed that at the very bottom of the mechanical city, inside the massive "Black Tortoise" mechanism that supported the operation of the entire city.

Within those gears and energy conduits forged from millennia-old cold iron, a trace of extremely subtle, domineering energy, not belonging to the Mohist mechanical arts, is like a maggot clinging to a bone, quietly infiltrating and eroding a crucial balance point.

Based on the blueprints and the intelligence from the Black Qilin, Gongshu Chou, with his profound understanding of mechanical structures, remotely controls a sophisticated mechanical "key" or energy interference device, patiently and gradually prying open the foundation of "Xuanwu".

The defense system is still operating, but a subtle, almost imperceptible disruption has begun to occur in some core rhythm, foreshadowing disaster.

Deeper still, at the water source hub connecting to the underground river, beside the huge reservoir, a shadow fainter than any other shadow silently emerges, like a reflection in the water.

In his hand, he tightly gripped the deadly bottle of Poison Feather Thousand Nights. The cold bottle, in the absolute darkness, resembled a death star about to explode.

His gaze pierced through the darkness, fixed intently on the calm, still water that sustained the life of the entire city.

Time flowed silently, carrying a chilling cold, slowly sliding towards dawn.

As the first ray of light struggled to pierce through the mountains, attempting to illuminate the mechanical city, the drop of deep purple liquid, under the precise and silent manipulation of the Black Qilin, quietly slid down and silently merged into the cold water, vanishing instantly as if it had never existed.

The poisonous feathers, after a thousand nights, have already entered the water.

The deadly countdown entered its final stage silently. The fate of the Mechanized City hung by a thread.

When the first ray of midday sunlight, like a red-hot iron, pierced through the carefully designed light-emitting holes above the mechanical city and precisely shone on the core area filled with colorless water vapor, the terrifying poison that Zhenyu Qianye had accumulated overnight was finally ignited!

It was no longer an invisible and odorless water vapor, but instantly transformed into a deadly miasma of pale purple color with a strange sweet fragrance, spreading and rising a thousand times over!

"Ugh—!"

"My eyes... hurt so much!"

"I...I can't move!"

"Cough cough cough..."

A series of piercing screams, painful coughs, and heavy thuds as bodies fell to the ground shattered the deathly silence of the city's early morning.

As if being harvested by an invisible scythe, Mohist disciples fell in droves, starting from the outermost passage.

Their bodies were stiff as wood, their eyes filled with terror, yet they could not move an inch, only able to watch helplessly as the deadly purple mist spread like a living thing, devouring one vibrant life after another.

Wherever the sun shines, death reigns!

When the sun is high in the sky, slaughter the entire city!

The Mohist school's three-hundred-year-old bastion of strength was instantly transformed into a living hell, with cries of sorrow echoing across the land.

Chapter 71 A Fake Showdown Becomes Real: A Showdown of Power

The Mo Family's Mechanical City, the Secret Chamber of the Mo Core.

This is the most heavily fortified and relatively independent part of the Mechanical City, and also the place where the last resistance force of the Mohists gathered.

After the outbreak of the Poison Feather Thousand Nights, Master Ban, Gao Jianli, Da Tiechui and other leaders of the Mohist school, the Xiang clan, as well as Gai Nie and 'Tianming' retreated here.

At the entrance, the massive steel gate, which was said to be able to withstand thousands of troops, was torn and twisted as if by an invisible giant hand, emitting a tooth-grinding groan, before collapsing with a crash!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, several figures descended like demons, calmly stepping into the last sacred ground of the Mohist school, treading on broken metal and pervasive poisonous fog.

The leader, dressed in a black royal robe, possessed a dignified and imposing presence; it was none other than Qin Chuan.

His gaze swept calmly over the desperate crowd in the secret room, as if surveying his own territory.

Xiaomeng, the Moon Goddess, the Great Master of Fate, and the Lesser Master of Fate followed closely in his footsteps.

Gongshu Chou greedily and excitedly examined the intricate mechanisms within the secret chamber, letting out a sinister, cackling laugh:

"The Mo family's tortoise shell is nothing more than this! Xuanwu is now useless, let's see where you can hide now!"

Wei Zhuang, his Shark Tooth Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his golden vertical pupils like those of a beast locking onto its prey, looked past everyone and fixed their gaze on Gai Nie, his icy fighting spirit almost tangible.

Bai Feng and Mo Ya stood like ghosts in the shadows of the entrance, blocking any escape route.

Although most of the poisonous fog from Zhenyu Qianye was blocked by the heavy steel gate, the air inside the sealed room was still so heavy that it was suffocating.

Despair and resolve were intertwined on the faces of every Mohist disciple.

Their last hope, Dao Zhi, had transformed into a streak of light, desperately rushing out of this desperate situation to seek that slim chance of survival.

Gao Jianli knew he had to stall for time.

He stepped forward, his icy gaze fixed on Qin Chuan, who stood like an emperor, his voice deliberately provocative:

"Ying Chuan! You used the power of the empire to bully the weak and besiege my Mo Clan's holy land. What kind of hero are you? Do you dare to have a fair one-on-one duel with us Mo Clan leaders? The loser will be dealt with as he sees fit!"

Qin Chuan's deep gaze swept over Gao Jianli, as if he had already seen through Gao Jianli's intention to delay.

A faint smile curved his lips, conveying an air of complete control, as he nodded slightly and said:

"Granted. Quicksand, Yin-Yang School, Gongshu School, and myself, you may choose your opponents."

Upon hearing this, the giant iron hammer roared and slammed its massive Thor's hammer heavily onto the ground:

"I'll lead the charge! You big oaf, come out here!"

He pointed to the Peerless Ghosts, who resembled small mountains, within the Quicksand camp.

Wushuang Gui let out a deep roar and strode out with heavy steps.