Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

This person's code name is Mr. Sword.

"Master Qin of Qingyun, please wait. We are ten people who call ourselves 'Masks'. We have long admired Master Qin's name and his amazing swordsmanship."

The leader, Mr. Jian, clasped his hands in greeting and spoke. His voice, muffled by the mask, sounded somewhat deep, but the youthful vigor and confidence emanating from it was unmistakable:

"I have come here today not to seek instruction in martial arts techniques, but because I have a question in my mind. The world is vast and shrouded in mystery. We wish to unveil the mask of this 'world' and glimpse the truth behind it. We hope that Master Qin will not hesitate to guide us through this confusion."

Qin Chuan's gaze calmly swept over the ten masks representing the Dao Alliance's most elite new generation of power:

Sword Master Wang Quanbaye, Three-Senses Divine Lord Yang Yitan, Unfixed Blade Lord Li Zizai, Thousand Machine Child Li Quzhuo, Wind and Thunder Wings Ji Wuji, Wonderful Jade Fairy Qingmu Yuan, Heavenly Roar Star Shepherd Shenqi, Black Sword Zhang Zheng, Immovable Earthly Treasury Deng Qiyue, Illusionary Dream Swordsman Wang Quanzui.

He understood that the "truth" they sought pointed directly to the massive wall that stretched across heaven and earth, separating the inside from the outside.

"Things outside the circle?" Qin Chuan's voice was calm and even, yet carried an extraordinary air of authority. "With your current level, you are not qualified to even consider such matters."

Upon hearing this, the auras of all ten members of the Masked Organization froze.

Even through their masks, you could feel their resentment and pride at being looked down upon.

"Master Qin is mistaken!"

Wang Quanba stepped forward, his voice filled with suppressed excitement:

"The ten of us have all surpassed our respective clan elders. Although I am not talented enough to have lost to Master Qin's disciple, I believe that with my full strength, I could have reached the realm of the Demon Emperor. Looking around the circle, if we are not qualified, who else is qualified to seek the truth?"

The other masked members remained silent, but their aura was palpable.

The piercing light of Yang Yitan's Heavenly Eye, the unpredictable sword intent flowing from Li Zizai's fingertips, the strange magical light emanating from Li Quzhuo's body...

The faint aura of wind and thunder beneath Ji Wuji's feet, the tranquil yet all-encompassing domain of Qingmu Yuan, the majestic and mountain-like physical power of Mu Shenqi...

Zhang Zhenggang's unparalleled sword intent, Deng Qiyue's earth-like composure, Wang Quanzui's enigmatic aura that seemed neither drunk nor sober...

All of this demonstrates their pride and confidence as the most brilliant stars of this era.

The combined strength of ten people is enough to shake mountains and rivers.

Qin Chuan looked at this group of spirited young people who seemed ready to pierce the sky, his eyes still deep and unwavering.

He shook his head slightly, his tone still indifferent:

"Take this blow. Only those who can face this blade without falling are qualified to talk about the word 'outside the circle'."

He glanced at the ten people and added:

"You are all permitted to join forces to resist."

Join forces to resist?!

The masked men were shaken, and then an even stronger sense of defiance and competitiveness surged up!

They knew Qin Chuan was very strong and unfathomable.

But even with the combined strength of the ten of them, all of whom were top geniuses of their time, each with their own strengths and working together seamlessly, they couldn't even withstand a single blow from him.

This is simply a fantasy!

Even the legendary Demon Emperor would never dare to be so arrogant in the face of being surrounded by ten of them!

"Please enlighten me, Master Qin!"

Mr. Jian's voice was resolute and decisive, and his hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

The remaining nine people instantly dispersed, each occupying a position, their auras connected, and their magical treasures, supernatural powers, and magical strength instantly reached their peak.

The ten powerful forces resonated with each other, subtly forming a mysterious array that firmly locked the space where Qin Chuan was located, making the air thick and heavy.

Qin Chuan remained silent.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers together, in a casual gesture as if brushing dust off his sleeve.

There was no earth-shattering burst of power, no extraordinary phenomenon of surging spiritual energy, and not even the slightest hint of killing intent.

He simply raised his palm towards the ten people in front of him and casually slashed through the air.

A strange buzzing sound did not resonate in their ears, but rather shook directly into the depths of everyone's soul!

Qin Li, Mu Mie, and even the cultivators who had not yet completely dispersed felt as if their souls had been plunged into the deep sea, instantly suffocating and their thoughts stagnating.

The ten masked men who faced this knife head-on experienced an even more drastic change in their feelings!

Ten years ago, at the Blue Sky Conference, Qin Chuan's "Inner Universe, Supreme Ruler" strike was etched into their young minds like a brand, bringing a pure and incomprehensible shock.

Ten years later, they had reached the pinnacle of their respective fields, believing that their vision, strength, and understanding of the Dao were now vastly different from what they had been before.

However, when Qin Chuan's seemingly casual slash landed, the shock from ten years ago not only did not diminish, but was magnified a hundredfold or a thousandfold!

This cannot be described as "strong" at all!

There was no earth-shattering blade energy, no sharpness that could tear through space.

What they "saw," or rather "perceived," was the arrival of an "existence" that transcended their cognitive dimensions.

It was as if the entire "rule" itself had transformed into an invisible blade, ignoring distance, defense, and all the supernatural powers and magical treasures they were so proud of, directly slashing into their consciousness, their Dao heart, and the very foundation of their existence!

The concepts of time and space become blurred and distorted at this moment.

It wasn't the roar of sound, but the collapse of consciousness.

The ultimate skill performed by ten people with all their might—

The invincible Heaven and Earth Sword of Wang Quanbaye, Yang Yitan's Heavenly Eye that pierces through illusions, Li Zizai's unpredictable Flying Knife...

Li Quzhuo's overwhelming torrent of magical treasures, Ji Wuji's lightning speed that tore through the air, Qingmu Yuan's spiritual domain that imprisoned all laws, Mu Shenqi's violent divine power that split mountains and shattered rocks...

Zhang Zheng's fierce sword energy that shatters the vacuum, Deng Qiyue's indestructible petrified body, Wang Quan's intoxicating dream-inducing mental technique...

The moment it came into contact with that invisible blade, it vanished and dissipated silently, like a bubble in the sunlight, without causing even the slightest ripple.

Their so-called peak combined strength was incredibly fragile in the face of that dimensional power.

However, what truly terrified them was not the overwhelming power.

In the instant that invisible blade struck, countless shattered, distorted images, filled with despair and the aura of death, flooded into their minds like a burst dam!

They saw themselves, the ten of them, wearing identical masks, striding confidently across the massive circular wall into an unknown land filled with eerie mist and distorted light and shadow.

Before the excitement and curiosity had subsided, terror suddenly descended!

Unseen whispers seeped into my mind, frantically gnawing at my reason! Twisted shadows seeped from the earth, wrapping around and tearing at my body!

Beneath his companion's mask, a sinister and eerie smile suddenly appeared that didn't belong to him!

The magical treasures and supernatural powers that we are so proud of are like mud oxen sinking into the sea when they hit those indescribable creatures; they are even corrupted and manipulated by them!

Deng Qiyue saw his supposedly immovable, petrified body cracking inch by inch, with thick, black blood gushing out from the cracks!

Zhang Zheng saw his invincible black sword break, and his arm twisted strangely in the opposite direction!

Aoki Hime's forbidden magic domain was easily torn apart, and she herself was suspended by countless transparent threads, like a marionette!

The immense divine power of the Shepherd God was instantly drained, leaving him as a withered skeleton!

Ji Wuji's pride and joy, his speed, was reduced to a snail's pace in the omnipresent viscous force field, swallowed by the shadows!

Li Zizai's unpredictable flying daggers went out of control, bounced back, and pierced through his own chest!

Li Quzhuo's sophisticated magic weapon twisted and deformed, backfiring on him and blasting him into a bloody mess!

Yang Yitan's Heavenly Eye witnessed too much incomprehensible horror, and instantly shed tears of blood, suffering a mental breakdown!

Wang Quanzui's Drunken Dream Technique was reverse-invaded, plunging him into an eternal nightmare more terrifying than death!

In the end, only Wang Quanba and Li Quzhuo remained of the ten masked men!

The white, comical mask of Wang Quanbaye was mostly shattered, revealing a pale, desperate face beneath.

He carried Li Quzhuo as they desperately fled across the vast, eerie wasteland, with countless twisted and writhing shadows behind them.

Li Quzhuo was crippled from the waist down, and the light in his eyes was fading.

The power and ambition of the king, the sword intent of the king, had long since faded and its sword heart was shattered.

A silent scream resounded deep within the souls of the ten people.

That was not an illusion; it was an incredibly real "future" permeated with despair and the aura of death!

Every detail, every pain, every loss of a companion felt like a personal experience.

Overwhelmed by immense fear, boundless regret, and heart-wrenching grief, they were instantly engulfed.

The ten members of the Masked Organization looked as if all their bones had been removed; their faces were ashen, their clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and their bodies slumped uncontrollably to the ground, trembling violently.

They were panting heavily, their eyes vacant, filled with the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe and a deep-seated fear.

That terrifying vision of the "future" was like the deepest nightmare, firmly imprinted on their souls.

The most despicable thing is the pursuit of imperial power and hegemony.

He gripped the edge of the comical white mask on his face with both hands, his knuckles turning white, his body curled up.

In that illusion, he not only lost almost all of his brothers and sisters, but also his sword heart!

That was the foundation of his royal power and the source of his pride!

At this moment, the once solid sword heart was now covered with cracks and on the verge of complete shattering.

The former brilliance in his eyes had completely vanished, leaving only endless pain and self-doubt.

The entire space was deathly silent.

Qin Li and Mu Mie stared in shock at the ten prodigies who had just shone brightly in the rookie competition, now looking as if they had crawled back from hell, utterly dejected.

They couldn't imagine the terrifying power contained in their master's strike, enough to cause ten top experts to collapse instantly.

Qin Chuan looked at the ten people who were collapsed on the ground, suffering from a huge mental shock, especially Wang Quanbaye, whose Dao foundation had been almost destroyed. His eyes remained calm, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet like a resounding bell, carrying a strange penetrating power that shook the chaotic minds of the ten people:

"Destruction precedes construction."

These four words are like a faint yet steadfast light in the darkness.

After saying that, Qin Chuan didn't linger.

With a single step, his figure soared upwards like a gentle breeze, instantly transforming into a barely perceptible streak of light in the sky, hurtling towards the south, towards the southern borderland teeming with poisonous miasma and teeming with Gu worms.

Only the ten 'masked' figures remained, limp and exhausted, breathing heavily, and in a deathly silence.