Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Two pure, powerful giants collided instantly, without any fancy moves!

The thunderous force of Thor's hammer clashed with the savage charge of the Peerless Ghost, each collision causing the secret chamber to tremble and rubble to fall in a shower.

The battle was fierce and direct. The big iron hammer was in grave danger under the terrifying brute force of the peerless ghost, and several bloody marks appeared on his body.

In this desperate situation, the tragic memories of the past flooded back: the battlefield of Yan, the cold rain, the despair of being used as bait, the blood of comrades...

"what--!"

With his eyes bloodshot, the giant iron hammer channeled his grief and anger into power. With unprecedented determination and strength, Thor's hammer delivered a self-sacrificing blow, slamming into the chest of the peerless ghost!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible as the massive body of the Peerless Ghost crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The man with the large iron hammer leaned on it, breathing heavily.

Qin Chuan watched calmly, not angered by Wushuang Gui's defeat. Instead, he spoke to the giant iron hammer in a low but clear voice that reached everyone's ears:

"His strength could uproot mountains, his spirit could cover the world. Alas, his might was misdirected. He was betrayed and yet still helped the victim count the money. Hasn't the lesson of the Yan Kingdom been profound enough?"

Big Hammer was stunned, his mind filled with doubts, but he instinctively roared, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Gao Jianli held the Water-Cold Sword, its tip pointing directly at Qin Chuan: "My turn. Ying Chuan, do you dare to fight?"

Xiaomeng moved gracefully, her voice cool and aloof: "Brother, why would you need to take action against someone like this?"

Qin Chuan raised his hand to stop him, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: "It's alright. I haven't really stretched my muscles in a long time. Gao Jianli, I've heard a little about your 'Yi Shui Han'."

Gao Jianli said no more, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly focused, as if only the Water Cold Sword in his hand existed in the world.

An extreme chill suddenly erupted from him!

"The wind howls—the Yi River is cold!"

In an instant, countless sharp ice crystals condensed out of thin air, carrying a chilling killing intent and a tragic sword spirit, sweeping towards Qin Chuan like a blizzard!

The air seemed to freeze, the temperature in the sealed room plummeted, and even the ground was covered with a layer of white frost.

This is a deadly technique that abandons all defense and entrusts life and soul to the sword!

Faced with this terrifying ice crystal storm, Qin Chuan simply raised his hand.

His movements, though seemingly slow, were incredibly precise as he passed through the most deadly gaps in the sky filled with ice crystals.

An invisible force gathered in his palm, not fierce and domineering, but deep and inclusive like a deep-sea whirlpool.

The ice storm, powerful enough to freeze steel, dissolved and shattered silently like snow melting in spring when it came into contact with this power! Qin Chuan's clothes were not even touched by the frost.

His calm voice rang out amidst the sound of ice crystals shattering:

"The sword intent is sorrowful and the cold air is biting, truly extraordinary. Unfortunately, too much strength is easy to break. When you use your full strength to unleash your icy internal energy to attack, your internal organs will inevitably suffer from the backlash of the cold air, resulting in internal injuries. And when you pursue ultimate speed and abandon defense, your back will become your biggest vulnerability."

The words struck Gao Jianli like a heavy hammer.

Qin Chuan's words instantly stirred up Gao Jianli's deepest pain: on the banks of the Yi River, in the biting cold wind, Jing Ke played the zither and sang a song, his resolute figure never to return...

"Brother Jing Ke—!"

Grief and longing transformed into an even more violent force. Gao Jianli forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, ignoring the excruciating pain of his meridians about to burst, and poured all his remaining internal energy into the Water Cold Sword!

A thicker, more refined ice pillar, imbued with endless sorrow, shot towards Qin Chuan once more, carrying a will to perish together with the enemy!

A barely perceptible flicker of emotion flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes, before he quickly regained his composure.

He simply raised his hand, and the profound power in his palm surged forth once more.

This time, the enormous, mournful ice pillar, just a foot in front of him, seemed to have struck an invisible wall of sighs, shattering into countless ice shards!

Unable to suppress the backlash any longer, Gao Jianli groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. The Water Cold Sword flew out of his hand, and he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, barely able to lift his head.

Qin Chuan looked down at the fallen Gao Jianli, his voice still calm, yet carrying a power that pierced the heart:

"The farewell at the Yi River was a poignant farewell, deeply moving and touching. Memories are beautiful, but indulging in them will only blind us. Some truths are far more cruel than memories."

Gao Jianli was panting, his eyes filled with pain and deep confusion. Qin Chuan's words pierced his heart like poison, but he could not understand their deeper meaning.

Just as the Mohists were sinking into deeper despair due to Gao Jianli's crushing defeat, a cold, domineering, and battle-ready voice rang out like the clash of metal:

Wei Zhuang, wielding the Shark Tooth sword, slowly stepped out from the crowd.

His signature golden vertical pupils, now like burning molten gold, were fixed on Gai Nie, with no one else in sight.

The violent killing intent was like a tangible tsunami, instantly dispersing the chill left by Gao Jianli and forcibly shifting the focus of the entire secret chamber.

"Senior Brother!" Wei Zhuang's voice was deep and oppressive. His Shark Tooth sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip trembling slightly and emitting a bloodthirsty hum. "This boring farce is about to end. Our battle has dragged on for too long."

A fierce, battle-ready grin spread across his lips, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Let this long-standing destiny come to a complete end here, on the ruins of the Mo family!"

Gai Nie had been silently guarding Tianming, and at this moment, he felt Wei Zhuang's almost tangible killing intent and challenge.

He gently pushed Tianming toward Master Ban and whispered, "Tianming, stay here and don't move."

Then, he took a step forward, and the Yuanhong Sword was already silently drawn from its sheath. The warm and smooth blade was now flowing with a restrained yet extremely sharp cold light.

His eyes were calm as water, yet deep as an abyss, meeting Wei Zhuang's burning gaze.

“Xiao Zhuang.” Gai Nie’s voice was calm and firm, “The Guigu School will eventually have to settle this once and for all.”

Without a word or any announcement, the two strongest swordsmen of the era, geniuses of the Guigu School, whose auras were unparalleled in a century, instantly surged to their peak!

The azure sword energy of Yuanhong and the dark golden baleful energy of Shark Tooth collided and surged violently in the center of the secret chamber, emitting a piercing hiss, as if the air itself was being torn apart by these two extremely powerful sword intents!

Everyone held their breath.

Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with interest.

At this time, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie had both reached their peak, and they symbolized the highest swordsmanship achievements in the Qin's Moon world, which piqued his interest.

Xiaomeng, Yueshen, and the others also focused their attention slightly.

The members of the Mohist school held their breath, their hearts pounding. They knew that the outcome of this duel would directly determine their lives!

"Spanning all directions!"

Wei Zhuang launched the first attack! His figure transformed into a dark golden whirlwind, and the Shark Tooth Sword swept out with the force to split mountains and cleave seas!

Domineering, unrestrained, and filled with the will to destroy everything!

Wherever the sword energy passed, deep furrows were plowed into the ground, and the rubble was crushed into dust as if by an invisible force!

This is an extremely domineering sword strike, designed to completely shatter all obstacles in its path!

Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Gai Nie remained calm. His Yuanhong Sword let out a clear and melodious cry, and the sword light instantly condensed to its extreme, making man and sword one!

"Hundred-Step Flying Sword!"

A dazzling blue sword light, like a shooting star piercing through the ancient night, carrying an indomitable and all-seeing resolute will, shot out towards the destructive dark gold tide!

Guiguzi's strategy is to use the sword to attack with momentum in order to achieve substance, and to use the sword to attack with strategy in order to achieve benefit!

Forming alliances and maneuvering, navigating the world with skill and strategy!

At this moment, in this last stronghold of the Mohist school, the ultimate secret of the vertical sword technique, "Hundred Steps Flying Sword," and the pinnacle killing move of the horizontal sword technique, "Sweeping Across the Eight Directions," finally collided with each other without reservation!

Boom! ...

A deafening roar, accompanied by a blinding flash of light, exploded in the center of the sealed room!

A terrifying shockwave surged outwards like a tsunami, causing the steel walls to groan under the strain, and spiderweb-like cracks spread instantly!

Those with weaker cultivation were directly thrown away, and even Master Ban, Xiang Liang, and others had to exert all their strength to resist in order to stand firm.

Smoke, dust, gravel, and violently dissipating sword energy filled the entire space!

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes fixed on the center of the burst of light.

In this battle of wits, who is stronger and who is weaker?

Whose hands hold the fate of the Mohists?

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, two figures gradually became clearer...

Chapter 72 The Cruel Truth: The Darkest Day for the Mo Family!

The deafening roar and blinding light finally dissipated slowly.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, two figures gradually came into focus.

Gai Nie stood tall like a pine tree, the azure tip of the Yuanhong Sword piercing precisely and steadily below Wei Zhuang's left shoulder blade, blood instantly staining his black robes crimson.

However, what is truly terrifying is that the Yuanhong Sword, which was famous throughout the world, in Gai Nie's hands was now only half a piece!

The Shark Tooth Sword's unique, beast-like fangs bit down hard on Yuan Hong's blade, and in the final, violent collision, it snapped in two!

But the outcome is already decided.

Gai Nie's gaze did not waver in the slightest. He held the broken half of the sword, the tip of which was steadily positioned at Wei Zhuang's vital point.

Although the weapon was broken, the sword intent and energy condensed on the broken sword were more dangerous and deadly than the complete Yuanhong, firmly locking onto Wei Zhuang's life.

A flicker of disbelief flashed in Wei Zhuang's golden vertical pupils, which quickly turned into deep frustration and resentment.

He clutched the wound on his left shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers, yet a cold and complex smile tugged at his face:

"Heh...hehe...Senior brother...you always...win by half a move..."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, but he still managed to stay upright. However, the fighting spirit in his eyes receded like the tide, leaving only cold embers.

This unexpected yet reasonable result almost made the Mo family members cheer!

Although Yuanhong was broken, Gai Nie's swordsmanship was undoubtedly superior to Wei Zhuang's!

In the midst of despair, it was as if a crack of hope had been torn open!

Master Ban, Xiang Liang, and the others breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves easing slightly.

Despite his severe injuries, a faint light still shone in Gao Jianli's eyes.

Just then, hurried footsteps and the sound of wind breaking came from the entrance of the secret room!

"The Grandmaster! The Grandmaster is here!"

A disciple of the Mohist school exclaimed in delight.

Dao Zhi rushed in, panting heavily, followed closely by Xiaoyaozi, the leader of the Mohist school and the head of the Taoist sect, and Zhang Liang, the third leader of the Confucian school!

The Mo family members felt as if they had found their pillar of support, and they all bowed in respect, instantly dispelling most of the atmosphere of despair.