Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"Li Mochou, give me your life!!"

Yuan Chengzhi's roar echoed in the inn, with unquestionable determination and anger. His clothes were slightly messy due to the fierce battle, but the fire burning in his eyes had never diminished.

At this critical moment, the injured Yuan Chengzhi ignored his own pain and once again activated the "Hunyuan Dong" in his body with all his strength, as if he wanted to squeeze out every bit of strength in his body.

As his internal force surged, a strong and pure Hunyuan Qi began to slowly condense in his palm, gradually forming a dazzling ball of light. That was the unique skill he was about to use - [Hunyuan Palm] to strike Li Mochou.

"Let... let go..."

But at this critical moment, Jiao Wan'er's weak and abnormally trembling voice, like a candle about to go out in the night sky, swayed in the cold wind, and finally floated tenaciously into Yuan Chengzhi's ears.

Although the sound was as thin as a gossamer, it was like a sharp blade that instantly cut through the solidified air around it. It also deeply touched Yuan Chengzhi's heart, which originally wanted to kill Li Mochou, and made his heart skip a beat.

For a moment, Yuan Chengzhi reacted almost instinctively and immediately turned around to look. The scene before him shocked him. A completely unexpected scene suddenly came into his eyes, impacting his vision and mind.

Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan) had a fierce look in his eyes. One of his hands was tightly grasping Jiao Wan'er's delicate neck. His finger joints turned white due to the force, like a pair of cold iron pliers in winter, ruthlessly and coldly gripping her slender and fragile throat.

The fingers seemed to be tightening little by little, trying to completely cut off the source of her life, making her breathing increasingly difficult. Every breath she took seemed like a gift snatched from the hands of death.

At this moment, Jiao Wan'er's delicate body seemed so small and helpless under the powerful grasp of Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan), like a fallen leaf blown up by a strong wind, being lifted in the air without any resistance.

Jiao Wan'er's face, which was once exquisite as a painting, overflowing with infinite youthful vitality and charm, now seemed to have been drained of all vitality and color, and had lost all its blood color.

It turned alarmingly pale, just like those lonely and miserable snowflakes drifting in the cold wind at the coldest moment of winter, without any life or warmth, just a dead paleness.

Jiao Wan'er's beautiful eyes were half open and half closed, her eyelids trembling slightly, revealing her endless inner struggle and torment. Her eyes were intertwined with an immense desire for life and a deep fear of death.

Two completely different emotions collided violently in Jiao Wan'er's eyes, forming a complex and indescribable picture. At just a glance, people couldn't help but feel pity and empathize with the pain she suffered.

The scene happening before him at this moment struck Yuan Chengzhi's heart like a bolt from the blue, making his heart feel as if it was being repeatedly twisted by an invisible and sharp blade. The indescribable pain almost suffocated him.

At the same time, Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan) acted quickly and decisively. He had accurately pressed the [Immobilization Point] on Jiao Wan'er's body, rendering her unable to move and allowing her to be manipulated by him.

He ruthlessly grabbed Jiao Wan'er's neck, which was so soft and boneless that it seemed like it would break with a slight squeeze. The force was so great that anyone who saw it would be terrified.

Afterwards, Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan) stepped firmly on a pillar in the inn, and with the help of this force, he performed the [Divine Movement] light skill. His figure was like a black lightning, and he instantly rushed out of the inn at an astonishing speed.

“Yuan…Brother Yuan! Help…help me!”

Jiao Wan'er's voice was as thin as a gossamer, but it was full of endless despair and deep pleading. The originally gentle and soft voice echoed helplessly in the empty and silent air, and every word hit Yuan Chengzhi's heart like a heavy hammer.

As Jiao Wan'er's anxious and urgent cries seemed to contain some incredible power, it penetrated the shackles of time and space and the invisible barriers, and was clearly transmitted to Yuan Chengzhi's ears.

At this moment, everything around seemed to be still, leaving only this call full of affection and crisis echoing in the air. Then, another cold and ruthless voice, as cold as ice, sounded inappropriately at the moment when the silence was broken, with a majesty and cruelty that could not be ignored.

"Yuan Chengzhi! If you want to save your woman, just catch up with her!!"

These cold words came from the mouth of Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan). Every word was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and striking people's hearts. His voice contained not only an unquestionable provocation, but also a contempt that penetrated deep into his bones.

While saying this, Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan) inadvertently raised a cruel and complacent smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a cunning light like a cat playing with a mouse.

He was obviously enjoying the subtle pleasure brought by this psychological warfare. Watching the prey fall step by step into the trap he set, the satisfaction of being in control of the overall situation made him more and more excited.

"Yan has no sympathy for women!"

These words, with unquestionable determination and coldness, slowly came out from Xu Xingchen's (Yan Shisan) thin lips, like the coldest wind in winter, freezing the surrounding air.

It turned into an invisible blade, cold and sharp, piercing straight into Yuan Chengzhi's heart, making him shiver involuntarily, and an indescribable pain and despair spread in his chest.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension. Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan)'s fingers, slender and powerful, tightly clasped Jiao Wan'er's slender and fragile neck.

The vitality surging under every inch of her skin trembled and struggled under this ruthless finger force. His movements seemed careless, but in fact they contained the precision and power to control life and death, making every breath of Jiao Wan'er extremely difficult.

It seemed as if every breath was a silent battle with death. Jiao Wan'er's face quickly turned pale as paper due to lack of oxygen. Fear and helplessness flashed in her eyes, but she still stubbornly refused to give up the will to survive.

Then, Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan) shook his whole body suddenly and performed the [God-like Movement] light skill.

His figure left a trail of afterimages on the spot, and every movement was full of agility and rhythm, like a meteor across the night sky, with a beauty that transcends the world.

The whole person turned into a residual shadow, carrying Jiao Wan'er and rushing towards one direction, cutting through the sky, quickly shrinking until it became a vague dot on the distant horizon, gradually moving farther and farther, and finally disappearing into the sky.

Only a string of cold laughter echoed in the air for a long time. There was a bit of disdain and provocation in the laughter, as if it was a silent mockery of Yuan Chengzhi, which made everyone who heard it feel cold.

"Wan'er!"

At this time, Yuan Chengzhi was so eager to save people that he completely ignored his own injuries. All the pain seemed to be forgotten. His eyes were fixed on the receding figure. He had only one thought in his mind: to rescue Jiao Wan'er from danger no matter what.

His figure was like a gust of wind, rushing towards the table in the room quickly. Then, Yuan Chengzhi tapped the table lightly with his feet, and took off like a dragonfly touching the water. At the same time, he displayed the unique lightness skill [Godly Movement] without hesitation.

His figure flashed, and the whole person rushed towards the direction where Xu Xingchen (Yan Shisan) was going at an astonishing speed, like an arrow shot from a bow, determined to catch up with him and rescue Jiao Wan'er.

Li Mochou took a deep breath and calmed her internal breath which was slightly disordered due to the fierce battle. The turbulent energy and blood in her body gradually calmed down. Her eyes, which were as cold as frost but breathtakingly beautiful, were now mercilessly locked on a person not far away.

Xia Qingqing, who was hit by his own unique skill [Five Poison Palm] and was struggling on the brink of life and death.

"Hahaha……"

A series of crisp laughter with endless ridicule and contempt escaped from Li Mochou's delicate and beautiful lips without any disguise, echoing in this empty and lonely space, and seemed particularly harsh. In this mocking laughter.