Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Yuan Tiangang then turned to Li Xingyun: "Does Your Highness truly not wish to become emperor?"

"I'd rather die than do it!" Li Xingyun said resolutely.

"What a fine vow to never claim the throne! Li Xingyun, you win..."

Yuan Tiangang drank alone, downing a large mouthful of wine, then stood up, his voice growing colder:

"I did everything in my power to help you inherit the throne, but now it seems that all plans have failed."

The bronze mask was put back on his face, concealing all his emotions.

"Since your Li family is unwilling, why don't I take out the entire Longquan Treasure, and then—"

He slowly closed his five fingers, as if grasping the entire world:

"I will personally declare myself emperor! And sweep away all threats and obstacles!"

"You—" Li Xingyun was furious.

Qin Chuan just said that Yuan Tiangang was a figure similar to Zhuge Liang.

At this moment, he actually turned into the old scoundrel Sima!

"General, you're just trying to force Li Xingyun into this scheme by threatening his own death," Qin Chuan suddenly spoke, his gaze sharp as a sword. "Why utter such insincere words?"

"What, you..."

Li Xingyun's expression was even more shocked than before.

He never imagined that Yuan Tiangang would risk his life to help him ascend the throne.

It's even more unimaginable how chaotic the world would become without Yuan Tiangang's oppressive presence.

That was true chaos throughout the world!

The world is never short of people with wolfish ambitions.

Before, there was the usurpation of power by Zhu Wen and his son; in the middle, there were princes and nobles such as Li Keyong and Li Maozhen who wanted to use the emperor to command the other princes; now, there are powerful princes and nobles outside the gates, and undercurrents are surging.

The fear of Yuan Tiangang was the final shackle for these treacherous and ambitious people.

With Yuan Tiangang dead, the shackles were broken, and they had no more scruples.

The world is truly a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

No, Yuan Tiangang's death alone is not enough! There is another person who is equally powerful and influential!

Li Xingyun suddenly realized something and abruptly turned to look at Qin Chuan.

"You can't hide my thoughts from you after all."

Yuan Tiangang was also looking at Qin Chuan, his expression a mixture of relief and murderous intent:

"Do you remember what I asked you?"

"If the commander-in-chief wishes to kill me, I will grant him three moves to repay my master's kindness. After that, I will fight to the death."

Qin Chuan met his gaze without flinching.

"Very well, today let this Longquan Underground Palace become the tomb of my master and me."

Before the words were even finished, the underground palace suddenly trembled!

The first explosion came from deep underground, shaking the ground violently.

Before the princes' personal guards could react, the ground beneath their feet suddenly collapsed, and scorching flames erupted from the cracks, instantly engulfing dozens of soldiers.

Immediately following, a second wave of explosions followed.

Gunpowder buried throughout the salt marsh was detonated simultaneously, and towering flames illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

The warhorses neighed in fright, the armor twisted and deformed in the high temperature, and the soldiers were blown away by the violent air waves before they even had time to scream, their limbs and broken arms scattered all over the ground.

The explosion's aftershocks whipped up huge waves on the surface of Salt Lake, and the lake water, mixed with blood and mud, poured down as a crimson downpour.

The Witch King Chi Li stood on a high slope in the distance, coldly watching all of this.

"With such a terrifying thing present, everything is over!"

He waved his hand coldly:

"Go back to Raojiang!"

The group from the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave quickly departed.

Inside the Longquan underground palace, Yuan Tiangang seemed unsurprised by the sudden explosion.

He slowly raised his hand and slapped the mechanism with his palm.

A stone platform suddenly rose from the ground, upon which rested a flawless white jade seal, with only one corner inlaid with gold.

The Imperial Seal of the State, the He Shi Bi Jade!

With the discovery of the He Shi Bi jade, the Longquan treasure, which had been sealed away for decades, was brought back to light.

The He Shi Bi jade disc shone with dazzling brilliance in the darkness, while the golden light of the Longquan treasure soared into the sky, illuminating the entire underground palace.

But the feudal lords outside the gate had no time to spare for the treasure and were all fleeing in disarray.

No matter how great the treasure is, it's not as important as their lives!

"You'd better get out of here!"

Li Xingyun disregarded the Imperial Seal of the State and roared at Qin Chuan.

"He won't let me leave; you can't stop him."

Qin Chuan shook his head and said:

"Please tell Lin Xuan and the others that I'll be back later."

"You must come back alive! Not just your junior sister, the entire world is counting on you!"

Li Xingyun gritted his teeth and flew away.

He knew his skills were too weak and that staying behind would be of no use.

It would be better to go out and inform them, so that even if Qin Chuan is trapped in the Longquan Underground Palace, he can find someone to rescue him.

Deep within the underground palace, the chime bells rang out on their own, playing the variant melody of "The Qin King's Battle Song".

Master and disciple stood facing each other; the three-hundred-year-old game of chess had come to an end!

Chapter 104 Master-Disciple Showdown: We Will Both Die!

The underground palace trembled violently from the explosion, and rubble from the dome fell like rain.

Qin Chuan and Yuan Tiangang stood facing each other, the white marble floor tiles beneath their feet covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the two men's robes fluttered without wind, and their inner energy circulated, forming an invisible barrier. Falling pebbles turned to dust the moment they touched the barrier.

"When did the commander-in-chief finally decide to kill me?"

Qin Chuan's voice was soft, yet it could be clearly heard amidst the rumbling of the underground palace.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the Well Moon sword at his waist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Judging from Chi Li's act of blowing up the Longquan Underground Palace, it must have happened around the time of the agreement at Xuanwu Gate in Chang'an."

He knew that the Witch King Chi Li was merely a pawn in Yuan Tiangang's hands, and that this collapse was a deadly trap prepared for him.

Yuan Tiangang's gaze beneath the bronze mask was as deep as an abyss, and his black iron armor gleamed coldly in the firelight.

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if the earth-shattering scene before him had nothing to do with him.

"You're still as clever as ever." Yuan Tiangang sighed softly, "This general truly doesn't want to kill you..."

"But I must die." Qin Chuan finished his sentence for him, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes. "If I don't die, the Commander-in-Chief won't be able to start things up for Li Xingyun, and the Commander-in-Chief is also worried that Li Xingyun won't be able to control me."

As he spoke, Qin Chuan paused slightly, then looked up at Yuan Tiangang, his gaze sharp as a knife: "But Commander... are you really confident you can kill me?"

The underground palace shook violently again, and a stone pillar as thick as three people could hug collapsed with a crash, smashing into the open space between the two people and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Amidst the dust, Yuan Tiangang's voice drifted faintly:

"If we were at Xuanwu Gate, I would have been absolutely certain of victory."

He shook his head, his voice low, "Now, we'll only know after we've fought it."

Qin Chuan took a deep breath, circulating the true energy of the Nine Heavens Longevity Technique throughout his body, with nine streams of mysterious light surging like dragons in his meridians.

He slowly clasped his hands and bowed, performing a standard disciple's salute.

"Then, please enlighten me, teacher."

After three moves, he and Yuan Tiangang were no longer master and disciple, but mortal enemies.

The moment Qin Chuan bowed, dozens of Huayang needles shot out from Yuan Tiangang's sleeves like a torrential downpour, each one aimed directly at a major acupoint on Qin Chuan's body.

These fine silver needles are specifically designed to break through internal energy, and countless masters have met their demise here over the past three hundred years.

Nine beams of mysterious light flowed around him, like dragons coiling around his body, blooming with a glass-like halo amidst the smoke, dust, and rubble.

The Huayang Needle, which is specifically designed to break through internal energy, froze the moment it touched the Xuan Guang, and then fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

"This technique combines the variations of the Longevity Mantra with the domineering power of the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art..." Yuan Tiangang's voice rarely revealed a hint of surprise.

"I created it myself." Qin Chuan remained bowed, a hint of wistfulness flashing in his eyes. "Its name is—Nine Heavens Longevity Technique. Please enlighten me, teacher."

He had foreseen this day long when he created this technique.

"I see. No wonder you only took ten years to close the three-hundred-year gap in skill between yourself and me," Yuan Tiangang sighed with some regret. "Give you more time, and you will surely surpass me."

After a sigh, he made his move again.

Yuan Tiangang's figure suddenly disappeared.

His three hundred years of cultivation made him so fast that he was almost beyond the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

In the next instant, he was in front of Qin Chuan, his right index and middle fingers joined together, aiming straight for the center of Qin Chuan's brow.

This finger strike was as swift as thunder and as powerful as the collapse of the heavens. Wherever the finger passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek.

The internal energy of the Heavenly Gang Technique, accumulated over three hundred years, can be condensed at a single fingertip, capable of piercing even the most impenetrable walls.

However, Qin Chuan swayed slightly, his feet moved silently, and he retreated three inches like a phantom.