Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

With a deep, thoughtful look in her eyes, she explained the details of the plan to her younger brother, Haruno, and Yoshisato Kika.

"Your Majesty's insight is brilliant!"

The two men's eyes lit up, and they immediately went to make the arrangements as she instructed.

In a valley fifteen miles outside the capital, a procession moved slowly forward.

They came from the Yaolian tribe, and there were about three hundred of them.

At the end of the valley, suddenly there was another person.

He wore an extremely terrifying ghost mask, carried a heavy sword, and looked on with murderous intent.

At the very front of the procession, the younger brother in the palanquin raised one arm, stopped moving forward, and shouted:

"Who is ahead?"

"Bad guys!"

When the masked man spoke for the first time, his voice was neither cold nor piercing, but clear and bright.

"What a scoundrel!"

Yao Nian's younger brother's expression changed slightly, then he revealed a cold smile and shouted:

"By order of the Queen, this year's April will begin at this time. Whoever captures and kills the Bad People will be the number one warrior of the Northern Desert!"

"he's mine!"

"I am the number one warrior in the Northern Desert!"

"What kind of bastards are they! I'll skin him alive!"

A commotion suddenly arose within the group.

It turns out that Shuliduo's plan was to gather all the experts from the other tribes together and have them disguise themselves as members of the Yaolian tribe.

They were just waiting for the masked man to appear before surrounding and killing him.

"You scoundrels! Kneel down and die now, or I might grant you a quick death!"

Yao Nian's younger brother laughed menacingly.

He lost an arm to Qin Chuan, and his fighting strength was greatly reduced. Shuliduo no longer paid attention to him.

But if he can capture and kill this scoundrel and become the number one warrior in the northern desert, he will surely regain the queen's favor.

"Having a broken arm not taught you a lesson?"

The masked man shook his head, seemingly with some regret.

"What...you are..."

Upon hearing this, Yao Nian's younger brother suddenly realized something, and his face turned deathly pale.

He turned and ran without any hesitation.

"Go back to nursing your child!"

"His bones are softer than those of people from the Central Plains!"

The experts from the other tribes all spoke up to mock them.

Like a pack of hungry wolves, they charged fiercely at the masked man, fearing that if they were even a little slow, they would miss the chance to become the number one warrior in the northern desert.

"That saves me some effort."

The masked man was none other than Qin Chuan. Holding the Longquan sword, he remained unmoved in the face of the charge of hundreds of experts from the northern desert.

Shurido gathered the experts from various tribes together, serving no purpose other than to facilitate his slaughter.

With a few casual gestures, Qin Chuan killed hundreds of experts from the northern desert one by one, taking more than a dozen lives with a single sword strike.

The entire valley became his slaughterhouse.

When he reached the other side of the valley, there was no sign of life left in the entire valley; corpses broken in two were scattered everywhere.

As before, Qin Chuan left the mark of the Bad People and then chased after Yao Nian's younger brother, who was fleeing for his life.

"I can't die! I can't die!"

The younger brother, Yao Nian, muttered to himself as he fled like lightning.

He had to rush back to the capital and reveal the man's identity to the queen.

He absolutely cannot die before that!

Suddenly, a clear and gentle voice rang out, but to Yao Nian's younger brother, it was like a bolt from the blue:

"You're all alone now, where do you think you can run to?"

Chapter 29 Don't Say You Weren't Foreseen

Yao Nian's younger brother looked up and saw Qin Chuan covered in blood, with blood constantly flowing from the Longquan sword in his hand.

His towering body trembled with fear.

This person is terrifying!

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, more than 300 skilled fighters were slaughtered!

In the entire northern desert, perhaps only the legendary Yinshan Saint, Duokoho, could rival this person!

"I...I want to ask a question."

Yao Nian's younger brother gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the fear in his heart.

He knew he was doomed to die, but he didn't want to die in such an unclear way.

He wants to die knowing why!

Qin Chuan, carrying the Longquan sword, spoke succinctly.

He felt a slight sense of admiration for this barbarian.

Those so-called warriors from the northern desert were all terrified under his sword, and some even kowtowed and begged for mercy.

People with such backbone as Yao Nian are truly rare.

"What exactly is your purpose in coming to the northern desert?"

Yao Nian's younger brother asked through gritted teeth.

He simply couldn't understand what was so special about the northern desert that warranted the attention of such a terrifyingly powerful expert.

"It's very simple. I will kill you until you are terrified, until you never dare to set foot in the Central Plains again!"

Qin Chuan replied coldly.

Having spent a long time in the northern desert, he gained a deeper understanding of these foreign tribes.

Apart from Yelü Abaoji, from Zishuliduo downwards, every member of the upper class in the northern deserts coveted the Central Plains.

In particular, the Central Plains were in the midst of internal strife at this time.

With the various feudal lords ruling their own territories, none of them took any precautions against the foreign tribes of the northern deserts.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, after this April meeting, Shuliduo will unite with the leaders of various tribes to pressure Yelü Abaoji, forcing him to agree to send troops to attack the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.

In the original course of events, it was naturally Yuan Tiangang who took action to intimidate the northern barbarian tribes.

It wasn't until Yuan Tiangang died in the Longquan Treasure that the northern barbarian tribes, led by Shuliduo, dared to show their faces.

But now, it's his turn!

"Kill them until they tremble with fear..."

Upon hearing these words, Yao Nian's younger brother felt a renewed surge of fear.

This person has clearly achieved his goal!

"No, I am the number one warrior of the Yaolian clan, I am not afraid of you!"

Yao Nian's younger brother let out a wild cry, raised his one arm, and delivered the last blow of his life towards Qin Chuan.

"You do have guts, but unfortunately, you're from the northern desert..."

Qin Chuan's figure flickered, appearing behind Yao Nian's younger brother, and then he lightly leaped away, disappearing into the valley.

After he left, Yao Nian's younger brother's towering body crashed to the ground, his throat slit by Qin Chuan's sword.

Soon after, Shiri Kika came to check on the situation on the orders of Rido.

She looked at the valley littered with corpses, and saw her younger brother Yao Nian lying dead in a pool of blood. She was so frightened that she dropped her twin swords.

"The Bad Guys, the Bad Guys..."

Shiri Kika's face turned deathly pale. The three words "Bad People" were deeply imprinted in her heart, unforgettable for eternity.

Inside the royal palace, Shuliduo was meeting with the leaders of various tribes.

They originally planned to appoint the winner of this April meeting as commander-in-chief, leading the Northern Desert cavalry to conquer the Central Plains.

Shuliduo asked Qin Chuan to represent the Diela tribe in the war because she wanted to seize military power for herself.

But plans can't keep up with changes.

The sudden appearance of the Bad People has made the leaders of various tribes extremely nervous.

"Rest assured, leaders, the villains will soon be beheaded and executed."

Shuliduo spoke solemnly, trying to reassure the leaders of the various tribes.

But as soon as she finished speaking, a series of whooshing sounds rang out, and several silver needles pierced through the air, stabbing fiercely into the foreheads of the various tribal leaders.

In an instant, the corpses collapsed on the ground.

Blood mixed with brain matter was splattered all over the ground, a horrifying sight.

In the entire hall, only Shuliduo remained alive.

"If even a single soldier from the northern desert dares to set foot in the Central Plains, this is their fate!"

A cold, indifferent voice boomed in Shuliduo's ear:

"The Bad Guys keep their word, Your Majesty. Don't say you weren't warned!"