Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"Brother Qin!" A clear shout broke the brief moment of warmth.

Ma Xisheng helped the old King Ma Yin of Chu walk over, but the moment he saw Qin Chuan, he let go of his father's arm and ran forward like a boy chasing the wind.

His eyes burned with fervent adoration, as if he wanted to imprint that figure into his heart.

The thought that the three legendary figures he had once admired were actually the same person filled him with overwhelming excitement: "You are truly amazing!"

The old King of Chu feigned anger, saying, "That brat! Now that he has Brother Qin, he doesn't even want his old man anymore!"

Qin Chuan leaped off the city wall, his robes billowing in the wind like eagle wings, yet he landed as lightly as a feather. He surveyed the crowd, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Gentlemen, you have come from afar; I have failed to greet you properly."

Li Xingyun and Hou Qing followed closely behind, startling several sparrows into fluttering flight into the sky, adding a touch of life to this land about to undergo dramatic changes.

Before the group could exchange a few pleasantries, another group of people arrived.

The leader was none other than the newly appointed Prince of Jin, Li Siyuan, dressed in a white Confucian robe with a sinister face. Behind him were a host of feudal lords, including the King of Wuyue, the King of Han, the King of Min, the King of Jinghai, and the King of Dingnan.

Although these feudal lords were not as powerful as the three kings of Shu, Wu, and Chu, they were still powerful figures who controlled their own territories. At this moment, they surrounded Li Siyuan, creating a scene reminiscent of a constellation surrounding the moon.

Qin Chuan watched coldly, a sneer in his heart:

"Indeed, birds of a feather flock together."

These opportunists, who may side with Li Siyuan today, may turn to others tomorrow; they are not worth worrying about.

"Your humble servant greets the Emperor!"

Before they even got close, Li Siyuan led the assembled lords in bowing deeply to Li Xingyun, their posture respectful, yet their eyes concealed a sharp edge.

"It is not too late for the Prince of Jin to express his loyalty after the emperor has officially ascended the throne."

A cold voice suddenly rang out, as chilling as ice.

Prince Qi, Li Maozhen, arrived alone, wielding his Qi sword, his steps steady and his aura imposing. Though alone, he was in no way inferior to the assembled princes and ministers behind Li Siyuan.

"Brother Zhengchen!"

Upon seeing that the visitor was actually the real Prince of Qi, and not the Empress in disguise, Li Siyuan was startled, but still managed to feign joy on his face.

"It has been more than a decade since we last met, and I have missed you dearly!"

Li Maozhen didn't even glance at him, walking straight to Qin Chuan's side and coldly saying:

Why should a dying man say more?

Li Siyuan's face instantly darkened, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

At that moment, Qin Chuan's gaze suddenly sharpened, pointing directly at Li Siyuan:

"Li Siyuan! What is your crime?"

"Young Marshal, what makes you say such a thing? What crime have I committed?"

Cold sweat beaded on Li Siyuan's forehead, but he forced himself to remain calm.

The troops he sent to stop Qin Chuan were completely wiped out. Not only did he lose his trusted confidants such as Li Cunli, Li Cunzhi, and Li Cunren, but he also left behind a handle against him. Now that Qin Chuan has launched an attack, he is in a difficult situation.

"Listen, gentlemen!"

King Yang Pu of Wu glared angrily and said sternly, "Li Siyuan kidnapped my daughter for his own selfish reasons and coerced me! If it weren't for the intervention of the Grand Preceptor, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

King Meng Zhixiang of Shu also said coldly, "Li Siyuan plotted against Shu and intended to spread leprosy. Fortunately, thanks to the young marshal's strategic planning, the people were able to stay safe!"

Ma Xisheng said angrily, "He even incited my elder brother to rebel! If it weren't for Brother Qin's efforts to turn the tide, our Chu Kingdom would have already been in internal strife!"

The kings of Wuyue, the king of Han, and other feudal lords looked at each other in dismay. Their original intention to form an alliance with Li Siyuan wavered instantly, and they all took a few steps back, distancing themselves from him.

"A bunch of scoundrels!"

Li Siyuan's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth.

He had intended to use the power of these feudal lords to protect himself, but he did not expect them to be so incompetent that they turned against him in the blink of an eye.

"If I don't leave this Xuanwu Gate today, none of you... will live!"

He grinned maliciously, suddenly pulled a flaming flare from his sleeve, and said sharply:

"What Zhu Wen failed to accomplish back then, I will complete today! The ground beneath Chang'an is already buried with sulfur and saltpeter. With just one command from me, the entire city of Chang'an... will be reduced to ashes!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

"Is this your source of confidence?"

Qin Chuan remained calm, a mocking smile even appearing on his lips.

"Do you know... who laid these sulfur saltpeter stones?"

Li Siyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

With a roar, the welding demon leaped into the distance, heading towards the place buried by sulfur and saltpeter.

"Li Siyuan, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Qin Chuan slowly raised his hand and pressed it against the Well Moon pendant at his waist.

"You...you can't kill me!"

Li Siyuan retreated frantically, fear finally appearing in his eyes.

"I am the Prince of Jin! I am..."

The sound of blades rang out, and a flash of cold light appeared!

Li Siyuan roared, unleashing his full power, and turned to flee. His speed was so fast that he was almost a blur.

A domineering blade aura struck first, like a thunderbolt!

A head flew into the air, its face still frozen in terror and resentment.

The headless corpse staggered a few steps and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Blood stained the stone steps of Xuanwu Gate, and a powerful figure perished.

The wind has stopped, and the clouds have calmed.

The audience was silent.

Qin Chuan sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping over the assembled lords, and said calmly:

"Li Siyuan, that big-eared scoundrel, has wreaked havoc on the world. Everyone has the right to kill him. What do you all think?"

The kings of Wu and Yue, the king of Han, and other feudal lords trembled all over and knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the blue stone.

"Young Marshal, please be wise! Li Siyuan deserves to die!"

"Please rise, everyone." Qin Chuan flicked his sleeve, a gentle internal force lifting the assembled lords. "I have invited you all here today for the sake of the world."

The midday sun scorched the broken walls and ruins of Chang'an, and the bloodstains in front of Xuanwu Gate gleamed a dazzling red in the sunlight.

In this somber atmosphere, Qin Chuan suddenly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the distance:

"Welcome, Commander-in-Chief."

Everyone's gaze froze.

A black robe of dark iron billowed in the heat, and a bronze mask reflected a cold light. The figure standing with his hands behind his back seemed like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

The Bad Guy Commander Yuan Tiangang has arrived!

The air seemed to freeze instantly, and even breathing became a luxury.

Li Maozhen's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably—only now did he truly understand the supreme pressure represented by the three words "Yuan Tiangang"!

Chapter 99 You should... graduate from your apprenticeship too.

Yuan Tiangang walked slowly forward, his bronze mask reflecting a cold light in the setting sun, like a thousand-year-old ice.

His steps seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of everyone, his black robe billowing like the night, and even the wind could not catch up with his figure.

The air was filled with the rusty, bloody smell—the scent of Li Siyuan's still-wet blood seeping into the cracks between the bricks.

Yuan Tiangang didn't even glance at the gradually stiffening corpse—on his long kill list, Li Siyuan was just a name that would be crossed off sooner or later.

Qin Chuan's killing of him, which intimidated all the feudal lords in the world, actually suited his wishes.

A hoarse, deep voice came from behind the mask, each word striking the hearts of the crowd like a heavy hammer, causing their blood to surge:

"This chaotic world has come to an end."

"We, your humble servants, are willing to obey the Commander-in-Chief's order and elect Li Xingyun as Emperor!"

Several feudal lords and minor kings immediately knelt down and shouted, pressing their foreheads against the cold stone bricks to show their submission.

"We are the same."

King Meng Zhixiang of Shu, King Yang Pu of Wu, and King Ma Yin of Chu all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into the eyes behind that bronze mask.

Yuan Tiangang's gaze pierced through the bronze mask and landed on Li Maozhen.

In his plan, this Prince Qi was supposed to be a dead man.

But Qin Chuan had already subdued it.

Taking his life would only chill the hearts of the people.

The afternoon wind suddenly became biting, whipping up sand that lashed against Li Maozhen's robes, making a soft, rustling sound.

Where is the Prince of Qi?

These three simple words caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, and a thin layer of frost seemed to condense on the surface of the stone slab.

"I... have always been a subject of Tang."

Li Maozhen met Yuan Tiangang's gaze with his back straight, still maintaining the last vestiges of a noble's dignity.

At this point, all the feudal lords in the world bowed their heads in submission.

As long as Li Xingyun nods, the Tang Dynasty can be brought back to life.

"The world's hearts are now with you, and all people eagerly await your return!"

Yuan Tiangang knelt on one knee, his bronze mask reflecting the sunlight, his voice like the clang of metal:

"Your Highness, please ascend the throne and revitalize the Tang Dynasty!"

"Will the hearts of the people be won over? Will the hopes of all be on their side?"