Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

However, the turmoil in the known universe has never ceased, and the gears of fate continue to turn.

Almost at the same time that Lieyang Star gradually stabilized under the shackles of spacetime, on the other side of the distant starry sky, at the edge of the Styx Galaxy, an undercurrent filled with the aura of depravity, desire, and destruction was brewing and expanding wildly.

Hua Ye, the former Heavenly Palace Lord who was "resurrected" and strengthened by Death God Karl using void technology, is now sitting on his throne with great pride.

He stroked his body with satisfaction, now powered by a new, powerful void engine, reveling in the terrifying power that far surpassed his former strength and could almost arbitrarily manipulate the rules. A twisted and greedy lewd smile spread across his face, and his eyes revealed an undisguised thirst for power and desire.

Behind him was Sumari, who had been "resurrected" along with Karl, elegantly wiping the Dark Silver Dagger with a cold smile on his lips.

And countless remnants of male angels who came upon hearing the news, harboring distorted expectations and fanatical following of Hua Ye's corrupt order.

This group of scum, aboard the fleet kindly provided by Karl, is sailing majestically out of the shadowy edge of the Styx Galaxy.

Like a swarm of locusts emerging from their nest, their swords pointed menacingly at the sacred land, the symbol of justice and order, which had been ruled by female angels for tens of thousands of years—the Heavenly Court of Merlo.

"Hehehe... Keisha, Liang Bing, He Xi, and the other secretly sexy girls in short skirts!"

Hua Ye licked his thick lips, his eyes filled with nauseating lewdness and boundless ambition, letting out a chilling laugh:

"Your King has returned! Prepare to open everything and welcome the return of Heavenly Order! Hahahaha!"

His maniacal laughter, filled with primal desire and violence, seemed to pollute everything in its path through the cold vacuum of space, foreshadowing another bloody storm that would sweep across the entire known universe.

Chapter 39 Why not ask the amazing Mr. Qin Chuan?

When Hua Ye led a group of scum to the heavens and surged in, the sacred and solemn throne hall of the Merlo Heavenly Court was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

On the supreme throne that originally belonged to the Holy Queen Keisha, now sat an intelligent and elegant angel, Heavenly King He Xi.

Her posture was languid yet dignified. She rested one hand on her chin, her icy blue eyes lowered, as if she were dozing or deep in thought. She exuded an unfathomable aura that blended perfectly with the energy field of the entire Merlo Heavenly Court, as if she was meant to sit there.

On both sides of the hall stood many high-ranking angels, their expressions solemn, seemingly having no objection to He Xi sitting on the throne.

Angel Yan stared at He Xi with a cold wariness and anger.

Queen Keisha has just abdicated, and He Xi is already eager to sit on the throne? Is she trying to seize power?!

Yan spoke in a somewhat cold and hard voice: "He Xi, the Heavenly King. May I ask why you are sitting in Queen Keisha's seat?"

He Xi, seated on the throne, slowly raised her eyelids. Her icy blue eyes, seemingly capable of seeing through everything, looked at Yan. Her tone was flat and emotionless: "Oh? This seat is suitable for Keisha, but not for me?"

To Yan, these words were nothing short of a blatant provocation and a declaration of ambition!

Yan's heart sank, and her face grew even colder: "Queen Keisha has designated me as her successor! This is her final order! Heavenly King, do you intend to defy Queen Keisha's will?"

"I certainly respect Keisha's will."

He Xi chuckled softly, a laugh carrying a hint of something unfathomable:

"But the throne of the Angel King concerns the future of the entire Angel civilization. It is no child's play and cannot be handed over lightly. Yan, do you really think you are ready to sit in this position and shoulder the heavy responsibility of the entire civilization?"

Yan met her gaze without flinching:

"A king is not born, but is forged through responsibility! I trust Queen Keisha's judgment and am willing to shoulder this responsibility! But the prerequisite is that no one obstructs me by improper means!"

Their gazes clashed in mid-air, as if invisible lightning flashed between them.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense, and the high-ranking angels around them subconsciously held their breath.

He Xi looked at Yan quietly for a long time, as if scrutinizing her determination, her courage, and everything about her.

Finally, He Xi slowly stood up from the throne.

She didn't walk towards Yan, but instead turned and walked towards a passageway on the side of the hall, her voice still calm:

"In that case, come with me. Let me see just how capable Keisha's chosen successor really is. If you can prove you deserve this position, it will naturally be yours."

Yan stared at He Xi's retreating figure, her heart filled with doubts, but she had no other choice.

For Queen Keisha's entrustment, and for the future of the angelic civilization, even if the path ahead is fraught with danger, she must venture forth!

She took a deep breath and strode to catch up with He Xi.

The two arrived at a quiet and vast wilderness.

As soon as Yan stopped, eight clones, identical in appearance to He Xi but with icy eyes, launched a relentless attack on her from all directions.

Sword light flashed and energy exploded. Each clone displayed terrifying combat power close to that of a king, coordinating perfectly to suppress Yan firmly.

The real He Xi sat leisurely by the lake not far away, her slender fingers stroking the clear water, looking at her reflection in the water, as if the fierce battle in the distance had nothing to do with her.

Suddenly, her fingers, which were poking at the surface of the water, paused slightly.

On the clear, mirror-like surface of the lake, besides her own reflection, another person's reflection appeared silently. That person stood behind her, with a familiar face and a faint, reassuring smile on their lips.

A look of surprise flashed in He Xi's icy blue eyes, and she turned her head sharply: "Qin Chuan?! How come you..."

Her surprise quickly turned into a hint of doubt, because she saw that Qin Chuan was alone: ​​"Where's Keisha? Didn't she come back with you?"

Qin Chuan walked to her side, sat down naturally, and explained, "Keisha is still with my original self. This is just a particle of mine."

He was about to explain further when He Xi suddenly raised her hand to stop him, her eyes gleaming with the inquisitive light characteristic of a scientific researcher: "Wait! Don't say anything yet! Let me analyze it myself!"

Qin Chuan smiled and said no more.

He knew He Xi too well; this beautiful scholar always preferred the process of exploring, reasoning, and finally realizing the answer herself to being told the answer directly.

Of course, most of the time, after racking her brains, she would turn to him for help, and he would always give her just the right hint without her even realizing it.

This tacit understanding between the two still exists even after tens of thousands of years.

This time is no exception.

He Xi stared at Qin Chuan's particle clone, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on her knees as she fell into deep thought.

A moment later, she raised her head and looked at Qin Chuan with a look of curiosity in her eyes.

Qin Chuan smiled slightly, indicating that he had drawn inspiration from Keisha's divine body, which was somewhat similar to the divine atom.

Upon receiving the hint, He Xi's eyes lit up instantly, and she roughly understood the principle behind it.

Having figured out the key point, she couldn't help but sigh, "Compared to your methods, my mere eight clones, which rely on the support of the space-based system, are really just child's play and not worth mentioning."

"You're still as overly modest as ever. With the support of the Sky-based System, each of your eight clones possesses King-level combat capabilities."

Qin Chuan shook his head and chuckled upon hearing this:

“If you hadn’t deliberately held back, one of your clones alone would have been enough to easily deal with eight third-generation peak divine bodies like Yan. If that’s considered ‘small-scale,’ then there are probably very few known instances in the universe that can be called ‘large-scale.’”

Mentioning Yan, who was currently engaged in a fierce battle, He Xi turned her gaze to the battlefield, her tone tinged with curiosity: "Speaking of which, what do you think of the successor that Keisha chose?"

Qin Chuan also looked at Yan, who was surrounded by sword light but gradually showing signs of fatigue, and commented:

"Her swordsmanship is solid, and her fighting spirit is tenacious. As a warrior, she is impeccable. But she doesn't seem to have fully adapted to what the 'King's' fighting style is."

"Oh? What is the king's battle strategy?" He Xi asked with great interest.

“A king is not simply a powerful individual,” Qin Chuan said slowly. “Behind every king is usually a massive super system, a celestial computer with infinite computing power. This system supports the king’s perception, calculation, energy allocation, and even the application of rules. Keisha has the Skyblade System behind her, Liang Bing has Demon One, and you have the Space-Based System behind you.”

He looked at Yan and said:

"And Yan, Keisha has also prepared 'Skyblade No. 7' for her. However, she seems to still be used to being a warrior charging into battle, subconsciously ignoring this powerful support that exists only for her. The test you are giving her now is probably to help her understand and learn how to use this 'King's' power, right?"

After listening, He Xi sighed again, looking at Qin Chuan with a complicated expression: "You really can't hide anything from anyone. You're always like this, as if you can see through the truth and essence behind everything at a glance."

Their conversation wasn't deliberately kept in hushed tones; in fact, it was intentionally meant for Yan, who was engaged in fierce combat, to hear.

At the center of the battlefield, Yan, who was struggling to withstand the combined attack of eight clones, felt as if a lightning bolt had struck her heart upon hearing these words!

"Skyblade No. 7? The King's fighting style?"

She suddenly realized her long-held misconception! She was no longer a lone left-wing guard; she was the new Angel Queen! She had the entire angel civilization as her backing!

With a thought, she immediately tried to use her sacred code to connect to and call upon the Skyblade series warship that belonged to her!

[Identity Verification: Angel Yan, Permissions Confirmed...]

Skyblade No. 7, at your service, my queen.

In an instant, a powerful flow of data and energy transcended time and space, empowering Yan!

Her senses became incredibly sharp, her processing speed increased exponentially, and her control over energy reached a whole new level!

The eight clones, which were originally incredibly swift and perfectly coordinated, seemed to slow down slightly in her "eyes," revealing some flaws that could be exploited!

Yan's spirits lifted, his longsword hummed, and his swordplay suddenly changed. He was no longer passively defending, but began to consciously guide the rhythm of the battlefield, using the super computing power provided by Tianren No. 7 to predict and counterattack!

She started to turn the tide of the battle little by little!

Seeing that Yan was becoming increasingly powerful in battle, and was even about to launch a counterattack with boundless lightning power to destroy some of his clones, He Xi, who had been watching the battle, finally spoke up and called for a halt:

"Okay, you can stop now."

The eight clones instantly retreated, transforming into streams of light and returning to He Xi's original body.

He Xi stood up, patted the skirt which was completely free of dust, and said with a hint of heartache, "It wasn't easy for me to make these eight clones. The silver armor plates on them weren't cheap either. I can't let them all be ruined because of your test."

It was only then that Yan realized that all of this was just He Xi testing him, not a power struggle!

She sheathed her longsword, looked at He Xi with mixed feelings, remained silent for a moment, and then solemnly asked, "King Tianji, have I passed your test?"

He Xi smiled slightly, a smile carrying a hint of deeper meaning: "I guess you've barely passed the first one. There are still two more tests waiting for you."

Yan took a deep breath. She could sense that He Xi's tests were no joke; each one pointed directly to the core of whether she was capable of taking the throne.

She couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, what is the next test?"

He Xi didn't answer directly, but instead winked playfully and glanced at Qin Chuan beside her: "Oh? Why don't you ask the amazing Mr. Qin Chuan? He seems to know everything."

Yan was taken aback, and her gaze turned to Qin Chuan, her eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of expectation.

Qin Chuan smiled helplessly at He Xi's attempt to shift the blame, but still looked at Yan and explained gently:

"He Xi's three tests are all aimed at helping you truly understand and be competent for the position of 'King'."

"The battle just now was to give you a basic understanding of how a 'King' should use the super system to fight. This second test is to give you the 'configuration' that truly matches the identity of a 'King'."

"Configuration?" Yan was somewhat confused.

Just then, He Xi suddenly raised her hand, and a transparent energy ball shimmering with complex spatial runes appeared instantly, enveloping the unsuspecting Yan!

"King Tianji? What are you doing...?"

Yan was trapped inside the space sphere, looking at He Xi with suspicion and uncertainty. What was going on this time?