Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"The two races agreed that every so often, the strongest member of each race would compete in a public contest. The winner would not only inherit the Dragon Clan's power lock, but would also become the patriarch of the entire Dragon Clan, leading the whole clan."

"The current clan leader is from the Azure Dragon Clan, and the strongest member of the Azure Dragon Clan in this era is your master, Jianlong."

Qin Chuan's tone was so calm, as if he were stating a predetermined ending, or telling a story that had nothing to do with him:

"The White Dragon Clan is represented by a warrior named Long Fei. Today is the day for their duel."

Long Jian's heart trembled violently.

Ten thousand years later, the dragon race no longer distinguishes between blue and white, and this history has been sealed away.

Why did the Azure Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Clan disappear?

What exactly happened behind the scenes?

Countless questions flooded his mind, almost suffocating him.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, trying to use the pain to confirm that this was not a dream.

Just as his mind was in turmoil, a bright light suddenly shone ahead, and a blinding white light tore through the darkness of the passage.

The moment the two stepped out of the passage, a refreshing mist rushed towards them, carrying the unique fragrance of mountain plants.

This is a secluded pool surrounded by mountains. The emerald green water reflects the verdant mountains, and the misty air swirls on the surface, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

In the distance, a waterfall cascades down like a silver ribbon, its gentle murmur blending with the birdsong in the forest—a scene that should have been peaceful and serene.

However, this tranquility was shattered by the sounds of fierce fighting.

On the edge of the pool, a warrior clad in blue dragon-patterned armor was seen fighting a colossal creature.

The dragon was ten zhang long, its scales shimmering with a ghostly blue poisonous light. With each swipe of its tail, it stirred up a bloody storm, and wherever the venom splashed, the vegetation withered instantly.

The warrior wielded a sharp sword, his movements as lithe as a dragon, the air itself being torn apart by the sword's flash—it was the young Sword Dragon!

His brows radiated heroic spirit, and his eyes gleamed with an indomitable fighting spirit, making him completely different from the composed master in Long Jian's memory.

"You two over there! Get away from here at once!"

As the sword dragon fought the flood dragon, it shouted loudly, its voice clear and melodious like a dragon's roar, carrying a hint of urgency:

"This beast is extremely venomous; its claws and teeth will kill instantly if they touch you! Run!"

Upon seeing the young and valiant Jianlong, Long Jian became excited and instinctively wanted to step forward to help him.

The bond between master and disciple spanning 100,000 years made him almost forget what time it was.

The moment he took a step, the strange energy within his body began to circulate.

"Remember your place: bystander."

Qin Chuan's icy voice was like a bucket of cold water being poured over him, reminding him:

"Do not speak to anyone, and even more so, do not use force to interfere with what is about to happen. Otherwise, you will lose your qualification as a strong person to enter the eternal cycle of reincarnation."

Long Jian froze, remembering the bet that concerned his fate. He could only suppress the impulse in his heart, his nails digging deeper into his palms, drawing out traces of blood.

He watched helplessly as the sword dragon found an opening and slashed its sword into the dragon's tough scales.

A spurt of dark blue venomous blood sprayed out, with a few drops landing precisely on the Stegosaurus Armguard, hissing and corroding as they rose in wisps of smoke.

The dragon cried out in pain and plunged into the deep pool, disappearing without leaving behind only a murky whirlpool.

Stegosaurus glanced at the marks on his arm armor corroded by poisonous blood, his brow furrowing slightly, but remembering the upcoming Dragon Clan Grand Tournament, he stopped pursuing.

He turned back again and shouted to Qin Chuan and Long Jian, "This place is dangerous; we cannot stay here any longer!"

After saying that, he flashed and transformed into a streak of green light, speeding towards Dragon City and quickly disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.

"If you want to go and see, then go ahead," Qin Chuan said calmly to Long Jian, his gaze still fixed on the gradually calming water. "I still have some matters to attend to here."

At this moment, Long Jian was concerned about his master and the competition. Upon hearing this, he no longer hesitated, nodded to Qin Chuan, and immediately used his movement technique to chase after him. His figure disappeared into the forest in a few leaps.

Not long after Long Jian left, light footsteps could be heard again by the pool.

A warrior dressed in pure white dragon-patterned armor, with a calm and gentle demeanor, walked slowly towards them.

He had clear features and eyes as clear as water; he was none other than Long Fei, the strongest member of the White Dragon Clan.

Long Fei's steps were steady and composed, as if each step had been carefully considered.

Unlike the sharp and fierce nature of the sword dragon, Long Fei exuded a gentle and refined aura.

He gazed at the now calm yet lurking murderous waters, and whispered like a vow, his voice soft but each word clear:

"Victory brings glory, and honor earns respect, but life is far more important than either of them! If this villain is not eliminated, he will surely cause endless trouble in the future!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already unleashed all the strange energy in his body.

A dazzling white light burst forth from his body, illuminating the entire pool as if it were daytime, and even the surrounding rocks and trees were covered in a layer of silver.

"Frosty Shadow Technique!"

A cold shout echoed through the valley, and countless icy energy crystals shot into the pool like a torrential rain.

The water in the pool began to freeze at a visible speed, and the ice layer spread rapidly, even causing frost to form in the air wherever it passed.

The entire pool seemed to transform into an icy wonderland in an instant, with a chilling atmosphere.

The pool water surged violently as the venomous dragon roared and burst out of the water in a final desperate attempt, its venom raining down on Long Fei.

But Long Fei's attacks were relentless. He pushed the power of the Cold Shadow Technique to its limit, and an ice wall condensed in front of him, blocking all the poison.

When the last ripple of water froze, the enormous venomous dragon was completely encased in ice. It then shattered under the extreme low temperature, turning into countless ice crystals that dissipated into the air, leaving only a ground covered in frost.

Qin Chuan, who had been quietly observing, clapped softly, his eyes revealing undisguised admiration:

"Excellent. Your strength is unparalleled in my experience, making you the strongest person below the Nebula Body. You are only one step away from the realm where you are independent of external objects and can unleash super beast-like power with a mere thought."

Long Fei turned his head upon hearing the sound and saw Qin Chuan, who possessed an extraordinary demeanor. Although he did not recognize the other party, he could sense his unfathomable depth.

He abandoned his fighting stance and spoke in a polite and calm tone:

"You flatter me. Judging from your appearance, you are not a member of the Dragon Clan. You must be a guest who has come to observe our clan's grand competition. If you do not mind, you may accompany me to Dragon City."

"Right on my mind."

Qin Chuan smiled slightly and accepted the offer.

"Please wait a moment," Long Fei said apologetically, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the distant woods. "My daughter is waiting for me in the nearby woods; I need to pick her up first."

When he spoke of his daughter, a tenderness unique to fathers flashed in his eyes.

"It's alright, the guest can do as the host pleases."

Qin Chuan's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of trees, revealing the small figure hidden in the shadows.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his dark cloak swaying gently in the breeze, as if he had become one with the world around him.

The bet with Long Jian was just something he did on a whim.

His real purpose in coming to this second parallel universe was to pick up the little girl Long Fei was about to meet, Long Ying, the last protector he had already chosen.

This girl, who will one day bear the burden of a blood feud and become a vengeful grim reaper, is still just an innocent and carefree child at this moment.

A profound light flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes.

Long Ying's fate is about to take a subtle turn because of his arrival.

He was eagerly anticipating witnessing this historic moment.

Chapter 33 will be there.

Qin Chuan followed Long Fei into the depths of the lush forest. Sunlight was filtered through layers of dragon locust leaves, turning into scattered gold that fell on the soft, humus-covered ground.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, and the occasional chirping of birds made the forest seem even more tranquil. Soon, he saw the small figure squatting on the ground.

She was about five or six years old, wearing a pure white dress, the hem of which spread out like flower petals on the green grass.

On her exquisitely beautiful face, with long eyelashes drooping and a pure, focused smile, she was carefully teasing a small, shiny black scorpion with a slender blade of grass.

The scorpion, with its stinger raised, seemed to be playing with the blades of grass, showing no sign of ferocity whatsoever.

The girl's soft giggles were like a clear spring splashing against pebbles in the forest, crisp and melodious, as if all the world's strife had nothing to do with her. This was the young Long Ying.

Seeing his daughter playing with scorpions again, Long Fei's face showed a helpless yet bitter smile filled with deep reminiscence. The smile was a mixture of longing for his deceased wife and pity for his daughter's bloodline and nature.

He turned to Qin Chuan, his voice low and gentle:

"Please excuse my poor daughter. My daughter's mother was a member of the Scorpion Clan. She passed away from illness shortly after giving birth to Yingying. Perhaps it is due to her bloodline, but Yingying has always been particularly close to these little creatures since she was a child, and they have never harmed her."

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes.

So that's how it is. No wonder Long Ying's super beast weapon in the future will be the awe-inspiring Scorpion King form. This is not just a coincidence of fate, but also a legacy and calling deeply rooted in her bloodline.

Looking at the little girl living in harmony with the poisonous insects, he felt a renewed sense of unease about his predetermined fate.

"Yingying, we should go to Longcheng."

Long Fei called out softly, his tone carrying a barely perceptible urging.

Xiao Longying looked up and saw her father. The joy in her bright eyes instantly dimmed, her little mouth immediately pouted, and her face was filled with undisguised reluctance.

"Father, let's not go, okay? Yingying doesn't like watching you fight with others! Last time you fought with the uncle from the Azure Dragon Clan, your hand was injured, and Yingying was so scared! Yingying just wants Father to stay with me and be safe and sound."

She tossed aside the blade of grass, and the little scorpion quickly disappeared into the bushes.

Long Fei walked to his daughter's side, squatted down to be at eye level with her, and gently stroked her head with his rough, broad hands, his eyes filled with love and an inescapable helplessness:

"Father knows that Yingying feels sorry for Father. Actually, Father has little interest in that power lock or the position of clan leader. Being able to watch Yingying grow up safely and happily is Father's greatest wish in this life."

He sighed, a sigh so heavy it seemed to carry the weight of the entire clan, and his tone became solemn, "But on my shoulders lies the honor and expectations of the White Dragon Clan, and countless clansmen are watching me. This battle concerns the future of both clans, and I have no choice but to go."

Xiao Longying's big eyes were filled with confusion; the child's mind was not yet able to comprehend those complex responsibilities and struggles.

"But Father, isn't it good that we, the White Dragon Clan, are all together and good friends with the Azure Dragon Clan? Why do we have to fight with others? Fighting always results in someone getting hurt, and Yingying doesn't like it, not at all."

Children's words are innocent and unpolished, yet they often get straight to the heart of the matter.

Long Fei was speechless for a moment, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts, but he could not explain to a five-year-old child the long-standing grudges between the tribes, the struggle for resources, and that heavy sense of responsibility.

He could only repeat his pale and powerless words: "Yingying is still young. You will understand some things when you grow up."

Listening to the simple yet profound conversation between the father and daughter, Qin Chuan was filled with emotion.

Long Fei valued life and family ties far more than fame and honor. He was kind-hearted by nature, but was ultimately bound by the responsibilities and expectations of his clan, and thus perished.