Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"I beg..., poof!"

The last killer's voice came from the depths of his throat, low and choked with despair, his eyes were full of fear, his pupils contracted in the dim light, trying to beg for forgiveness from the existence that was like the god of death of the night.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he wanted to reach out and grasp that glimmer of hope for survival. However, before he could finish his words, his fate was ruthlessly sealed.

A short and sharp "puff" sound broke the silent air, as if it was a declaration of death. Bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, warm and bright red, splashing on the cold ground, making a dull dripping sound.

His entire body suddenly lost all strength, as if the last bit of support had been taken away, and he fell down stiffly. His eyes quickly dimmed, and the spark of life was extinguished in an instant.

The world around him has become distant and silent to him. He can no longer hear the calls of his companions, nor feel the cold night wind. There is only dead silence and eternal darkness. He has become another lifeless body, lying on the ground, waiting to be forgotten along with those companions who once suffered the same ill-fated fate.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s figure is looming in the sunlight, shuttling between the shadows. Every step he takes is silent, but always triggers the deepest panic in the hearts of the killers. Their screams of fear come one after another, accompanied by the rapid disappearance of life, like a fugue of death.

He is not a devil. He does not have the legendary horns and tail, nor does he have a terrifying appearance.

However, Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) methods made all the enemies feel a deep fear, as if they were facing a messenger from hell. There was not a single emotion in his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, yet so deep that people dared not look directly at it.

The bright red blood flowed on the ground like water, slowly spreading out and gathering into small streams. They looked particularly bright under the sunlight, as if they were blooming flowers of the other shore.

Beautiful and deadly, this stream of blood, winding and twisting, outlines a picture of the end of living lives, and every trace is the most profound annotation of life and death.

The blood in the sunlight flickered with eerie light. It spread on the ground, forming mirror-like pools of blood. These pools of blood reflected the color of the sky and the surrounding scenery, with a hint of weird beauty, which made people feel unspeakable shock and sadness.

The sturdy man with a ferocious face had muscles as solid as iron. His appearance gave people a deterrent power that should not be underestimated. He originally thought that he had the numerical advantage of his many killers.

This was enough to give them the upper hand in this battle. How come so many of them surrounded Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) alone? The sturdy man with a ferocious face had a gleam of victory in his eyes and a contemptuous smile on his lips, as if he had already seen the end of the other person.

However, when Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) began to demonstrate his extraordinary light Kung Fu [Godlike Movement] and his extremely sharp swordsmanship, all the confidence and contempt of the sturdy man with a ferocious face began to collapse.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s figure shuttled through their siege like a ghost. Every time he appeared, a killer fell. The blood dripping from the tip of the bloody sword in his hand became the most true portrayal of this battle.

The eyes of the sturdy man with a ferocious face no longer contained the previous contempt and confidence, but were replaced by an emotion called fear. He watched his men fall one by one, and watched the existence like the god of death of the night wantonly reaping lives in their camp.

An unprecedented panic surged in his heart. His throat was dry and his palms were sweaty. He even began to doubt whether there was anyone in this world who could stop the young swordsman in front of him.

The burly man with a ferocious face tried to muster up his courage and regroup, but every time he saw Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) cold eyes and the dancing blood-red sword, his courage seemed to be drained away and disappeared without a trace.

There was no hesitation or pause in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) eyes. His gaze was firm and calm. Every move he made was extremely precise, and every sword was aimed directly at the enemy's vital points.

The Blood Shadow Sword drew perfect arcs in his hand, and each arc seemed to foreshadow the end of a life. The killers before him waved their swords to try to resist, but their attacks seemed so clumsy and slow in front of Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) lightness skills.

Time and again, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) cut into the enemy camp from incredible angles. His figure almost blended into the night, making it elusive. The killers' formation began to become chaotic and their attacks became disorganized.

He could only run for his life under the sword of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo). Every time the Blood Shadow Sword flashed, a killer would fall down. No one could stop his attack. All the subordinates of the sturdy man with a ferocious face, without exception, became the dead souls under his sword.

Their fear eventually turned into silent cries, which were forever silenced as their lives faded away.

“Devil…devil…this…this is the devil!!”

At this moment, the burly man who had originally looked fierce and ferocious, his voice trembled, his eyes were filled with extreme fear, he watched his killers fall one after another.

Their once fierce attacks were like child's play in front of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) and were easily resolved.

The sturdy man with a ferocious face, his once confident face now only had endless fear and despair. The fear spread rapidly like a plague, invading his entire body, and every cell seemed to be screaming and warning him.

He was facing an invincible force. His heart was beating like a drum, and every beat reminded him that death was so close to him. His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, eventually crushing all his fighting spirit.

The sturdy man with a ferocious face finally realized at this moment that what they were facing was not just a person, but an extremely sharp scythe of the god of death, which was ruthlessly cutting off their lives.

There was no longer any desire to kill or money in his heart. The motivations that once drove him down this path seemed so insignificant in the face of death.

Now, all that was left was the obsession with his own life and the urge to escape. He wanted to run away, to stay away from this horrible place. His instinct told him that only by escaping could he have a chance of survival.

He turned around and pushed the ground hard with his legs, trying to escape from this place that made him feel desperate and terrified. His figure looked extremely embarrassed, like a wild beast that was hunted to a desperate situation by a hunter, desperately looking for a way to escape.

However, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) did not give him any chance. The moment the burly man with a ferocious face turned around, his movements did not stop at all.

"Zheng——"

Only a sword sound was heard, that was the whistling of the Blood Shadow Sword cutting through the air. Its sound was full of the foreshadowing of death. A cold blood-red sword light was like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly cutting off the hope of the sturdy man with a hideous face.

The sword flashed, and the sturdy man's body seemed to be frozen in place. His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe it was real. The sword light drew a perfect arc in the air, and then mercilessly cut into the sturdy man's back, leaving a deep wound from his left shoulder to his right waist.

"Pfft-"

The sturdy man with a ferocious face felt a sharp pain in his back, and then the whole world began to spin, his vision became blurred, and his hearing, touch and smell quickly disappeared. The last bit of consciousness told him that his life had come to an end.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground and merging with the blood of the killers who had fallen before, forming a pool of blood. The body of the sturdy man with a ferocious face trembled.

His vitality quickly faded away with the loss of blood. His steps staggered and he finally fell to his knees weakly, supporting himself with his hands, trying to support his entire body.

But the sturdy man with the ferocious face had exhausted his strength. His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness. The corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but could only utter vague murmurs.