Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

A majestic and aloof voice, carrying an unquestionable tone, reverberated like rolling thunder through a powerful energy amplification device, brutally proclaiming the so-called "Heavenly Way" and attempting to enslave the people of China.

“The Blazing Sun Civilization… Pan Zhen… The Heavenly Court of the Clouds.”

Qin Chuan's eyes instantly turned cold, like ice in the dead of winter.

The leap in time and space brought him to this specific point in time, about 1,400 years ago, which is one of the important preludes to the opening of the Super God Universe storyline.

He witnessed an alien civilization so arrogantly and conceitedly invading his homeland with its absolute technological advantage. Even though he knew that this Earth was not the same as that Earth, the common anger that came from the depths of his blood and belonged to all Earthlings still rose up uncontrollably.

A long-lost, chilling killing intent, enough to freeze the stars, slowly gathered deep within his seemingly calm eyes.

At the same time, another unruly and soaring anger suddenly erupted from the land of China!

"Hey! Where did this horned and furry creature come from? How dare you presume that there are no heroes in our land!"

A golden figure, imbued with overwhelming fighting spirit and indomitable wildness, charged alone towards the vast, mountain-like Heavenly Court, like a raging meteor defying the heavens.

Sun Wukong, the Victorious Fighting Buddha, is the guardian deity of Earth, born from the wisdom of the ancient divine river infused with the beliefs of Eastern mythology!

The golden staff in his hand transformed into countless staff shadows that tore through the heavens and earth, surging with divine power, each strike containing the terrifying power to shatter mountains and break peaks.

The meticulously crafted battle formations of the warriors that the Lieyang civilization was so proud of collapsed and fell in large numbers like rotten wood and scraps of paper before his chaotic yet incredibly powerful and wild offensive. The shrill screams even briefly drowned out the roar of the war.

In a short time, tens of thousands of well-equipped Lieyang soldiers were reduced to charred remains, dying under his whimsical iron rod!

Pan Zhen stood in the main control room of the Cloud Heavenly Court, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He never expected that this planet, which had been marked as primitive, would hide such illogical super soldiers whose fighting style was wild and brutal, completely contrary to the tactical logic of any known civilization.

Seeing Sun Wukong growing stronger with each battle, almost single-handedly tearing apart his outer defenses, a cold, ruthless glint flashed in Pan Zhen's eyes, the kind of politician and commander he possessed.

Pan Zhen's voice blared through a powerful amplifier, attempting to maintain his superior demeanor with absolute force, his tone carrying an undisguised, icy threat:

"Put down your weapons immediately! Otherwise, I will let you witness firsthand how those mortal cities you've tried so hard to protect are reduced to ashes in despair! Listen to their wails, isn't that beautiful!"

Sun Wukong's ferocious offensive faltered for a moment, and the rage burning in his fiery eyes was about to burst forth. However, looking at the tiny yet vibrant cities below, he hesitated to act rashly, his steel teeth almost grinding to powder.

"Hmph! You filthy scum! You only know how to use despicable tricks!"

Sun Wukong bared his teeth and roared angrily, his attitude extremely firm:

"You destroyed one of my cities, so I, Old Sun, will slay a thousand of your generals and annihilate ten thousand of your soldiers! Let's see if you can blow up the city faster, or if I, Old Sun, can kill faster and more ruthlessly!"

He knew that he could not bend his spine at this moment. If he compromised, the land beneath his feet and the civilization on it would be plunged into darkness forever and become slaves to aliens.

"Stubborn to the end! You're courting your own destruction!"

Pan Zhen completely lost patience and interest in recruiting. He suddenly waved his hand, his killing intent palpable:

"Target locked! Those seven cities! Bomb them! Let them hear the sound!"

The numerous cannons at the bottom and sides of the Cloud Heavenly Court instantly lit up with an extremely dangerous, eerie blue light. Powerful energy rapidly converged, simultaneously locking onto the seven unsuspecting, prosperous cities on the land below!

A destructive beam of energy tore through the air, shooting out suddenly like the spear of death's judgment!

Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot and his golden pupils were spitting fire, but he was unable to spare any attention. A huge sense of grief and powerlessness welled up in his heart. He could only remember this hatred and vow to avenge it a thousand times over!

Pan Zhen even sneered at Sun Wukong with a hint of cruel and morbid expectation:

“Listen carefully, this is the consequence of your foolish insistence. The cries of these ants will be your eternal nightmare… Hmm?!”

The anticipated earth-shattering explosion and the desperate cries of millions of people did not come.

He, Sun Wukong, and all the Blazing Sun Warriors present heard a calm voice, colder than ten-thousand-year-old ice, seemingly originating from the depths of the cosmic vacuum, yet resounding clearly and directly into the soul of every living being:

"You've invaded my Earth, and now you don't even want the remaining half of your planet, Lieyang?"

The moment the words fell, the seven beams of destructive energy, capable of instantly vaporizing cities and burning mountains and boiling seas, seemed to collide with an invisible, absolutely smooth mirror that distorted the laws of space just before they were about to touch the earth.

It abruptly reversed direction, defying all the laws of physics, and reflected back along the original path at a faster speed and with a more violent and concentrated energy form, even at a more tricky and precise angle!

Boom! Rumble—!

Terrifying explosions resounded one after another on the deck, side armor, and even the internal compartments and gun emplacements of the Cloud Sky Palace!

The Sun Warriors had no time to react, and before their sinister smiles could even fade, they were decimated by the ultimate attack launched by their own fleet!

In an instant, flames soared into the heavens, thick smoke billowed, expensive armor plates were torn and twisted, exquisite carvings turned to dust, and fragments of limbs and weapons flew everywhere. Painful screams and explosions intertwined to create a symphony of hell!

"What?! Impossible!!"

Pan Zhen's face changed drastically, he was horrified and stood up abruptly from the command seat. The scene in front of him almost overturned his understanding!

This sudden and unbelievable reversal shocked him to the point of speechlessness, but what chilled him to the bone and made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave was the other party's words!

"The remaining half of Lieyang Star"—these seven words represent the Lieyang civilization's greatest scar, its deepest pain, and its top-secret, strictly sealed away!

Back then, when the civil war in the Deno star system spiraled out of control, the Sun God Emperor Hongkun had no choice but to detonate the Deno Sun. Then, the War God of the Deno star threw a giant axe that cleaved the Lieyang Star across the galaxy, a tragedy that was barely covered up and stabilized by the Lieyang Star at an unimaginable cost and with the sacrifice of countless ancestors.

How could anyone on this backward Earth, which isn't even a planetary civilization, know so much about it?! And how could they so accurately identify it as a devastating threat?!

Amid Pan's shocked and bewildered gaze, and under Sun Wukong's surprised and delighted, scratching his head in disbelief, a figure walked calmly from the void as if strolling in his own courtyard.

He had black hair and black eyes, a calm face, and wore a simple blue robe. No dark energy or super gene-driving fluctuations could be sensed around him, yet he seemed to contain the depth and majesty of the entire starry sky.

Wherever he passed, space naturally distorted and folded. Those Sun Warriors who were not yet dead, groaning in pain or struggling to crawl, were trampled over by him seemingly casually, as if stepping on fallen leaves. All their life force was instantly wiped out and returned to nothingness.

Pan Zhen's eyes twitched violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and his heart was bleeding!

These are all his loyal subordinates, whom he carefully trained and who followed him on his expeditions! They are the Heavenly Warriors of the Blazing Sun!

Qin Chuan, however, acted as if he had merely done a trivial task of clearing roadblocks. He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of decks, precisely landing on Pan Zhen, whose face was ashen in the control room. His tone was so calm it sent chills down one's spine:

"No need to thank me for sparing them some minor suffering. Otherwise, given their crippled state, you, as their commander, would have had to patiently listen to their wails for a very long time."

Pan Zhen was so angry that his energy surged violently, and his powerful aura burst out uncontrollably, almost tearing his armor apart.

This extreme humiliation and indifference enraged him more than if he had directly killed someone.

Sun Wukong, standing to the side, was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but lean on his staff and burst into hearty laughter, feeling incredibly relieved and exhilarated. His gaze toward Qin Chuan was filled with undisguised admiration and approval.

"Hehehe! Well said! Well said! These blind extraterrestrial invaders deserve to die! My friend, what skill! What good temper! Just my taste! I like it!"

His laughter, like thunder, rolled across the ravaged battlefield, a stark contrast to the deathly silence of the blazing sun.

Chapter 9 Even a stray dog ​​dares to bark.

Pan Zhenqiang suppressed the turmoil in his heart and secretly connected to the Heavenly Dao Tower, attempting to use the highest-level computing cloud of the Lieyang Civilization to analyze the information of the mysterious man in front of him.

However, the feedback only made him feel worse. A large amount of undecipherable gibberish and huge unknown symbols made it seem as if the other party did not exist within the data framework of the known universe.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity:

"Who exactly are you? Which civilization do you come from? And why are you interfering in the affairs of the Sun and Earth?"

Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes swaying gently in the breeze created by the aftershocks of energy, his tone calm and indifferent: "Me? Just an Earthling."

"Earthlings? A planet that hasn't even reached pre-nuclear civilizations, how could it give birth to an existence like you?"

Pan Zhen almost laughed in anger; his voice suddenly rose, filled with absurdity and fury:

"Your Excellency, do not try to deceive me! The Heavenly Dao of the Blazing Sun has taken over Earth in accordance with the laws of cosmic evolution, guiding them toward a higher form of civilization and making this world a better place! This is the grace of the Heavenly Dao!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong, standing to the side, bared his teeth in anger, his golden cudgel humming as if he wanted to smash the Heavenly Court to pieces.

"Bullshit! If you're going to steal territory, just say so. You talk a good game! Take this from me!"

Qin Chuan raised his hand and gently stopped the restless monkey, a half-smile appearing on his face.

He looked at Pan Zhen, his tone still calm, yet carrying a chilling indifference that sent a shiver down Pan Zhen's spine:

"Making the world a better place? That sounds good. In that case, why don't we switch places?"

Pan Zhen frowned: "Exchange what?"

"The Earth will take over your Sun Civilization."

Qin Chuan spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if stating an established fact:

"Perhaps, out of consideration for your past hardships, I will take pity on you and grant you, the Lieyang people, a reserved land on some continent on Earth so that you may continue to eke out a living."

"you--!"

Pan Zhen instantly flew into a rage, and the fiery energy around him burst into uncontrollable flames, scorching and distorting the surrounding air:

"You are insulting the Heavenly Dao of the Blazing Sun! You are challenging the dignity of a god-creating civilization!"

Qin Chuan tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with a pure look of confusion, as if he truly didn't understand:

"Insult? Provocation? I'm simply returning your attitude, your logic, and your 'favor' to you exactly as it was. How is using the same method on you an insult?"

"Pfft-"

Sun Wukong was overjoyed, scratching his ears and cheeks:

"Hahaha! Well said! Brilliant! That's exactly right! Your Lieyang Heavenly Dao is the Heavenly Dao, but our Earthly Dao isn't? You hypocritical scoundrels!"

Pan Zhen was so enraged by the two of them singing in unison that he lost all reason and his rationality finally snapped.

He pointed sharply at the sun in the sky, his voice hoarse and distorted with extreme anger:

"Arrogant fool! You really think I, Lieyang, can't do anything to you?! Believe me or not, I'll immediately activate the sun, amplify its energy, and turn the entire Chiwu star system, along with this planet you cherish, into cosmic dust!"

Faced with this world-destroying threat, Qin Chuan's reaction was suffocatingly indifferent.

He didn't even glance up at the star hanging in the sky, but simply responded:

"It's definitely worth a try."

Four words, light and airy, yet like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguished most of Pan Zhen's rage, jolting him back to his senses and leaving him in an awkward predicament.

He does indeed have this ability; the core of Lieyang's technology is stellar energy.

The most powerful known angelic civilization in the universe, its "just order" is now like an invisible net covering many galaxies.

The angels have explicitly forbidden the use of devastating solar flares or higher-level attacks against civilizations.

If he were to actually drive the sun to destroy the Chiwu star system today in order to vent his anger, I'm afraid that in the next second, Keisha's divine wings would descend upon Lieyang Star with the flaming sword of judgment!

The consequences would be far beyond what the blazing sun, having lost half of the planet's foundation, could bear.

But the harsh words had already been spoken, and his soldiers were watching helplessly. If he were to back down and retreat now, what would become of the reputation of the Lieyang Civilization? What would become of Pan Zhen's authority? And how could he face the spirits of the fallen soldiers?

Just as Pan Zhen's face turned ashen, caught in a dilemma, a series of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from the horizon.

Suddenly, a magnificent steed came galloping through the air, and on its back sat an old man dressed in Tang Dynasty official robes, with a resolute face and deep eyes.