Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

With a forceful press of Chi Li's palm, You Chuan's consciousness sank into boundless darkness.

The Cave of Ten Thousand Poisons was shrouded in an eerie silence; even the chirping of insects and birds had vanished, with only the rustling of the wind through the withered branches.

Inside the large village, Chi Li sat alone on a high platform, his body beneath his black robe appearing even more hunched than seven days ago.

"Witch King! Witch King! Something terrible has happened!"

A drug dealer scrambled and stumbled as he ran toward Dazhai.

He had just pushed open the village gate when his voice abruptly stopped.

Qin Chuan calmly walked in, holding the poison master in his hand.

"So you really didn't die in the Dragon Spring Palace..." Chi Li didn't speak, but his voice came from all directions, echoing with a metallic resonance, "Truly, the younger generation is formidable!"

"Chi Li, you've gotten so old!"

A clear female voice rang out, and Xian Shen stepped out from behind Qin Chuan, curiously looking at Chi Li.

After recovering from her ordeal in Dead Creek Forest, she looked no more than twenty years old, a stark contrast to the aged Chi Li.

Immediately afterwards, Chi Li and Chi Meng also stepped into the village.

"You bastard, you're finished!"

Chi Meng gave Chi Li the middle finger, a gesture of contempt she had learned from Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept across the large stronghold, finally landing on Chi Li: "Your army of the God of War won't be coming."

As if to prove his words, a sudden burst of shouts of killing erupted outside the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave.

The voices came from all directions, from men and women, young and old:

"If we let that old bastard Chi Li keep causing trouble, we might as well give up on business!"

"The Witch King of the Ten Thousand Poison Cave has disgraced his clan and ancestral lineage! He has incurred the wrath of both gods and men! Our clan, guided by the gods, has come to his aid!"

"It was Lord Cave God who saved us! Today, it's our turn to take action!"

"The Twelve Caves themselves have spoken, the Witch King intends to ignite the war in the Central Plains and bring it to Raojiang. He has imprisoned the Gu King and is extremely arrogant, stealing people's tiles and robbing their stored grain!"

"I heard that when he gets into a good mood, he won't even let his servants eat or use the restroom!"

Guishizi, the Beizu, Luohuadong, and all the villages, caves, and tribes of Raojiang mobilized to hold off the army of soldiers summoned by Chili outside the Ten Thousand Poison Cave.

At this moment, the Witch King Chi Li was despised by the entire Rao Jiang, and seemed to have truly become a lonely figure.

He responded with a cold laugh:

"Those are nothing but strange altars crafted by ordinary people; let the true masters deal with you on my behalf!"

He suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a small, snow-white snake emerged from it, emitting a piercing hiss.

With that roar, the wooden walls surrounding the stronghold collapsed with a crash, and figures emerged from the dust and smoke—Chi Li's most elite subordinates, who had all been transformed into the God of War altar.

Leading the way was You Chuan, whose eyes were lifeless and whose skin had an unhealthy bluish-gray tint.

"Chi Li, you've gone mad!" Chi Li roared, shielding Chi Meng behind him.

"Brother You Chuan!" Chi Meng exclaimed in surprise, her eyes instantly filling with tears.

She couldn't believe that the once gentle and refined young man had turned into this.

Qin Chuan's gaze lingered for a moment on the "resurrected" Flower Bat and Ghost Head Yao, then he said softly, "Last time I was careless and left you with complete corpses, this time I'll be more careful."

The white snake in Chi Li's mouth roared again, and the strange beasts and monsters immediately pounced on the crowd like wild animals.

Their speed was astonishing, but their movements were so bizarre that they seemed inhuman. Some crawled on all fours like spiders, while others attacked at incredible angles by twisting their joints.

The higher a person's martial arts skills, the more terrifying they become after mastering the Divine Weapon Altar, with their strength increasing more than tenfold.

"Kill them!" Chi Li's voice came through the white snake, filled with manic joy. "The Junior Sacrificial Official, Flower Bat, Ghost Head Yao, and my elite poison masters—weren't they all once first-rate warriors?"

He watched as his masterpiece pounced on Qin Chuan and the others, his eyes gleaming with a crazed light:

"For the sake of these Twelve Caves' ancient methods, even the Commander of the Unruly Army had to personally come to this land! Today, none of you will leave alive!"

Facing the approaching God of War altar, Qin Chuan slowly drew the Well Moon from his waist.

The moment the sword was drawn, the temperature in the entire village seemed to drop a few degrees.

The Moon in the Well appears ordinary, yet it emits a clear, melodious sound the moment it is drawn from its sheath, like a clear spring flowing under the moon.

When the blade flashed, even the wind seemed to be cleaved in two.

Qin Chuan didn't even move his feet; he simply turned his wrist, and the blade drew a perfect arc.

The blade light wasn't dazzling, but it possessed a chilling purity, as if it could sever all worldly constraints.

The first two to pounce, Flower Bat and Ghost Head, suddenly froze in mid-air, then tore apart as if sliced ​​by an invisible blade.

There was no blood splattering; the fragments turned to dust before they hit the ground and were scattered by the wind.

The flashing blades continued, and they advanced further.

Those magical altars and weapons that Chi Li regarded as invincible weapons were as fragile as paper in the face of this blade of light.

One after another, the strange altars of the gods of war were cleaved in two, some even turning into blood mist before they could get close.

Throughout the entire process, Qin Chuan's expression remained calm and composed, with only his eyes sparkling with a star-like light.

When the last glint of light faded, only You Chuan remained standing in the stronghold—his acupoints had been immobilized by Qin Chuan's Huayang Needles, leaving him frozen in place, unable to move.

For the first time, Chi Li on the high platform showed a look of horror. His painstakingly crafted army of war gods had been completely annihilated with a single strike!

"You…" Chi Li's voice began to tremble, "What kind of knife is this?"

Qin Chuan sheathed his sword, looked up at Chi Li, his gaze as calm as still water: "The sword that will send you on your way."

Chi Li's black robe fluttered without wind, and his aged face appeared particularly ferocious in the firelight.

He knew that his decades-long plan was likely to fail at the last minute.

Chapter 114 Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine.

"Is there another plan?"

Qin Chuan's gaze was like a blade tempered with ice, scraping inch by inch across the face of the Witch King Chi Li. His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable chilling authority:

"If not, it's time to hit the road."

Chi Li suddenly sneered, a deep snort rolling from his throat: "In every aspect you are comparable to the Great Marshal, but there is one thing you can't even reach the hem of his clothes—"

"You mean," Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow, a faint smile curving his lips, "that I'm not ruthless enough?"

Chi Li suddenly raised his palm, and the blue lines on his palm moved as if they were alive. In an instant, the same mark appeared on You Chuan's brow.

“Twin Poison!” Chi Li cried out in a low voice, recognizing it as Rao Jiang’s most insidious symbiotic witchcraft.

"You bastard! You Chuan is your adopted son!" Chi Meng's fingertips trembled with anger, and her face turned bright red.

She already thought of Chi Li as the worst person, but she never imagined that he could be so insane as to gouge out his own heart to feed a Gu poison.

"He should have lived and died with me!"

A chuckle escaped Chi Li's throat, and a sinister smugness crept into the wrinkles around his eyes.

“I have already sacrificed my five senses to the strange insect. When the insect dies, I will lose all my senses and die. But this twin miasma is planted in You Chuan’s body. After I die, he will follow in my footsteps within an incense stick’s time.”

"You're trying to blackmail me with your adopted son?"

Qin Chuan looked at him as if he were looking at a grasshopper that had hopped to the very end.

"If you could really just watch You Chuan die, why did you hold back just now?"

Chi Li laughed even more maniacally; the seemingly insignificant pieces he had placed on You Chuan had become his last lifeline.

The blade flashed and tore through the air, its silver arc like moonlight splitting the sky.

The small white snake with its tongue flicking out in Chi Li's mouth snapped in two, and his laughter abruptly stopped like a broken string.

His pupils suddenly contracted, leaving only a dense mass of disbelief.

"Surprised?"

Qin Chuan lightly stroked the moon reflected in the well with his fingertips, and the blade trembled, emitting a clear sound like a dragon's roar:

"If I'd known you only had this much left, you probably just wanted to see..."

He paused, then used the tip of his knife to lift Chi Li's chin:

"How despicable can you be?"

Back in the Twelve Caves, he had asked Li Kan for a spirit insect to cure the Twin Miasma.

Chi Li's title of Witch King is nothing but a clown compared to the true masters of witchcraft in the Twelve Caves.

“Mobei…” Chi Li suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the witch's mark on his chest red. With his last bit of strength, he dug his nails into the soil. “You call Yelü Abaoji your brother. If something happens to him, can you remain indifferent?”

The former royal court in the northern desert has now been replaced by the Liao Dynasty's imperial palace.

The founding emperor, Yelü Abaoji, lay on his dragon bed, his face ashen and his breathing as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

All political and military affairs fell into the hands of Queen Shuliduo, the wife of King Yingtian.

As soon as the morning court bells and drums faded, Shuliduo, carrying a celadon medicine bowl, slowly walked into the imperial bedchamber.

The scent of medicine wafted over the gilded threshold. She gazed at the person on the bed, her voice as soft as honey-soaked cotton, yet a barely perceptible chill lurked in the corner of her eyes:

"Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."

Raojiang, the Great Stronghold of Ten Thousand Poisons.

"Are you saying that Shuliduo obtained a deadly poison from you and is slowly killing Yelü Abaoji?"

After hearing Chi Li's words, Qin Chuan suddenly laughed, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes:

"Do you think you can hide your petty scheming from anyone?"

Chi Li made a gurgling sound in his throat, his wide eyes filled with resentment.

Even as he breathed his last, he couldn't understand why every move he made was within his opponent's calculations.

As he breathed his last, all the surrounding altars of gods and monsters collapsed with a crash, and the worms at his joints all died.

"Senior Gu King, you are to handle the rest of Rao Jiang's affairs yourselves."