Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

There, the sword energy was chilling, yet impure and mixed, filled with malevolence and resentment.

Several figures sat cross-legged among them, using the unique environment and the pervasive resentment to cultivate their evil sword techniques. Each of them exuded a sense of madness and greed.

They were the remnants of the Sword Tomb who were being used by Feng Xi.

Sensing Qin Chuan's arrival, they all awoke with a start, their eyes flashing with vigilance and murderous intent.

"Who dares to trespass on my sacred Sword Tomb?!"

The leader shouted sharply, a black longsword in his hand humming, exuding a menacing aura.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept over them as if they were a group of inanimate objects. He already knew their backgrounds, their collusion with Feng Xi, and the tragedies they had committed for sword practice.

"A holy land?" Qin Chuan's tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness. "A place where a bunch of parasites, who were swept out by Wang Quan Shouzhuo, harbor resentment and only know how to opportunistically eke out a living, deserve to be called a holy land?"

The leader was furious, but upon hearing Wang Quan Shouzhuo's name, a hint of fear and even deeper resentment flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"In order to practice swordsmanship, they did not hesitate to provoke conflict between humans and demons, causing countless tragedies."

Qin Chuan slowly raised his hand:

"In your eyes, the way of the sword is supreme, and everything can be sacrificed, is that right?"

"So what if it is?!"

The other person grinned maliciously:

"As long as we can master the invincible sword, all living beings under heaven will be nothing but ants! The more hatred there is, the stronger the power of this secret realm will be, and the faster our swordsmanship will improve! Their deaths and their hatred are the best nourishment for our sword practice!"

"As expected." The last trace of emotion vanished from Qin Chuan's eyes. "You are not even worthy of being called human beings."

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a vast, powerful, and sharp sword intent suddenly erupted, filling the entire secret realm space!

"Moreover, it involves using a sword."

"Royal Sword Intent?! No! Impossible! How could you..."

The remnants of the Sword Tomb felt this sword intent that they had both longed for and feared, and were immediately terrified, as if they had seen their nemesis!

"Black Killing Sword Formation!"

"Water Spirit Sword Wall!"

"Sword Qi of Annihilation!"

"Overlord Sword Opens the Heavens!"

Driven by their survival instinct, they unleashed their strongest sword techniques, creating a scene of swirling black mist, surging waters, pervasive deathly silence, and overwhelming domineering power, all in an attempt to resist the terrifying sword intent that was crushing them.

However, in the face of an absolute difference in realm, everything is in vain.

Qin Chuan tapped lightly with his fingertips.

That vast royal sword intent was like the collapse of heaven and earth, ignoring all fancy sword techniques and crushing down with the purest and most domineering attitude!

Snap! Pfft!

The black mist dissipated, the water walls evaporated, the deathly silence shattered, and the domineering aura vanished...

All the sword techniques, along with the swords in their hands, were torn apart and shattered instantly by that sword intent, like paper!

Immediately afterwards, the sword intent swept across their bodies.

The fear, resentment, and madness on the faces of those remnants of the Sword Tomb froze instantly, and then their bodies, like weathered sand sculptures, silently turned into dust and disappeared.

Even their souls were completely annihilated by that supreme sword intent, leaving them no chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Qin Chuan showed them no mercy and didn't even bother to ask them a single question.

Killing these remnants was no different to him than crushing a swarm of ants.

The sword intent of the royal power that he displayed was not something he stole from the royal family, but rather something he developed after reaching the level of "understanding all methods" and comprehending the essence of swordsmanship. This allowed him to naturally simulate and even surpass all kinds of sword intents in the world.

Not to mention the sword intent of the king, even the "Earthly Fiend Transformation Without Root or Form, Ten Thousand Seconds Return to Dust Technique" that the Third Young Master just used, he had already understood it thoroughly after the exchange and could use it at any time.

After dealing with the remnants of the Sword Tomb, Qin Chuan took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the entrance of the bizarre illusionary realm deep within the secret realm, a realm distorted and fluctuating with immense resentment and emotional power.

There, the final battle between Tu Shan Hong Hong and Feng Xi continues.

Chapter 45 Holding Hands

Within the illusion, the winds and clouds shifted, and resentment surged like a tide.

The colossal demonic shadow that Feng Xi had transformed into roared deafeningly. Its giant hand, wrapped with endless resentment and pitch-black roots, slammed down again and again with destructive power, attempting to crush Tu Shan Hong Hong along with the wisp of sword intent protecting her.

However, no matter how Feng Xi stirred up the negative emotions accumulated by the Bitter Love Tree over thousands of years, or how she changed her attack methods, she remained unmoved.

That cold, moon-like, and sharp sword intent was like the most resilient barrier, yet also like the most agile gossamer thread, always able to perfectly isolate and sever all erosion and attacks, firmly protecting Hong Hong's soul from loss.

"Why?! Why can't it be broken?!"

Feng Xi's voice was filled with exasperation and incomprehension:

"In this illusory realm of mind, I am rightfully in control of everything! What makes you think your mere wisp of rootless sword intent can stop me?!"

She truly couldn't understand it; it was beyond her common sense regarding the concept of power.

She felt as if she were fighting against the very foundation of the illusion, yet the sword intent clearly originated from only one person outside.

Just as Feng Xi was becoming increasingly impatient due to his inability to break through the defenses, and his offensive faltered slightly,

A figure in a green robe appeared silently beside Tu Shan Honghong, as if he was meant to be there.

Honghong sensed that extremely familiar aura immediately, turned her head sharply, and her bright eyes burst with unbelievable joy. Her tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and her voice even carried a slight, imperceptible sob.

He's here! He's really here!

"You?! How is this possible?!"

In stark contrast to Honghong's delight, the demonic shadow that Fengxi had transformed into trembled violently as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, emitting a shrill, distorted scream of terror:

"How could you be here?! Where is that Third Young Master?! Why did he let you come here?!"

She couldn't believe her eyes!

The Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom, what kind of existence is he?

He personally intervened; who in the world could overcome that? How could Qin Chuan possibly appear here unscathed?!

Qin Chuan first nodded slightly to Hong Hong, giving her a reassuring look, before raising his eyes to look at the enormous demonic shadow, his tone calm and even:

"You mean that Third Young Master? I just dealt with his clone using Hong Hong's power."

"Red's power?!"

Feng Xi seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world; the demonic shadow twisted, and the voice was filled with sneer and doubt:

"What a joke! I watched her grow up and taught her cultivation. How could I not know how powerful her Insulating Claws are? How could she possibly be a match for the Third Young Master's supernatural abilities?! Qin Chuan, don't spout nonsense!"

Qin Chuan shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes:

“Honghong says you don’t understand love, but in fact, you understand even less what true power is. What you pursue is nothing but violence in form; what you rely on is nothing but stolen power.”

His gaze was piercing, as if it could penetrate the demonic shadows and look directly at the core of Feng Xi:

"For example, the reason you are able to temporarily suppress Honghong and seize partial control of the Bitter Love Tree is not because of your own strength, but because of a hair that the Third Young Master's elder brother left in the Bitter Love Tree, which you secretly obtained, right?"

Upon hearing this, the demonic shadow that Feng Xi had transformed into froze abruptly, as if its throat had been instantly gripped, all sound stuck in its throat, leaving only unbelievable fear.

How does he even know that?!

"Did I hit the nail on the head?"

Qin Chuan's tone remained calm:

"Stolen power is never truly yours. You are nothing but a pathetic thief."

"Shut up! Go to hell!"

With his biggest secret exposed to her face, Feng Xi was driven to a frenzy of rage and shame.

She frantically extracted all the negative emotions in the illusion, transforming them into a jet-black torrent, condensing the world's extreme malice and resentment, rushing towards Qin Chuan like a roaring evil dragon!

This attack far surpassed any of the previous attacks against Honghong!

Faced with this terrifying blow that could annihilate even the Demon Emperor's soul, Qin Chuan merely raised his hand slightly and pointed his fingers like knives.

A trace of sword intent reappeared, but it was more refined and more dazzling than the one when he protected Honghong, carrying an absolute will to sever cause and effect and destroy illusion!

The devastating torrent of resentment, upon touching this blade of intent, was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, silently splitting in two, then rapidly melting and evaporating, without even lifting the hem of Qin Chuan's clothes.

"This...this is impossible!"

Feng Xi was completely stunned; everything that was happening before her eyes completely overturned her understanding.

"It seems you haven't realized a certain reality yet."

Qin Chuan withdrew his finger, his tone indifferent:

"My sword is cultivated from the heart. My sword intent is a natural nemesis to those beings outside the circle who rely on mental power for existence. Any opponent who cannot surpass me at the mental level, the more their power leans towards the mental and spiritual level, the more they will be restrained by me."

His gaze swept over the trembling demonic figure:

"Not only will it not harm me in the slightest, but it will also become a whetstone for me to hone my sword intent. That is why your attack, which you launched with the resentment of the Bitter Love Tree, was ineffective against Hong Hong for so long. That wisp of sword intent originated from me and naturally carried some of my characteristics."

Feng Xi was stunned.

How old is Qin Chuan?

Even if he started cultivating his mind from the womb, how could he possibly surpass her, the former ruler of Tushan who had experienced the vicissitudes of life and ruled for many years?!

She could not understand that Qin Chuan had already tempered his mind in two completely different worlds before coming to this world. His willpower, purity of thought, and understanding of the "Way of the Heart" far exceeded the imagination of anyone in this world.

In addition, after nearly twenty years of spreading his teachings throughout the world, gathering the lights of countless homes, and listening to the thoughts of all beings, his spiritual realm has long since reached a peak that no one in this world can reach.

Unable to defeat them in a fight, and with his greatest trump card and secret seen through at a glance, Feng Xi's heart was finally filled with endless fear.

She screamed, and the demonic shadow instantly dissipated, transforming into a wisp of extremely subtle, pitch-black resentment, attempting to escape!

"Want to leave now? Too late."

Qin Chuan's eyes turned cold. He did not use his sword intent, but slowly raised his other hand. A faint light appeared at his fingertips, as if it contained the ultimate meaning of the universe returning to nothingness.

"The earthly evils take form, without origin or appearance, all wonders return to dust."

With a flick of his finger, the trajectory was exactly the same as that used by the Third Young Master's clone before, but its charm seemed even more profound and unpredictable!