Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

At this moment, the air around was filled with a rusty smell, which was the unique smell emitted by bright red blood. It irritated the nasal cavity and made people frown.

The smell is strong and pungent. If someone is here, they will instantly feel uncontrollable dizziness, as if it is the body's natural reaction to the breath of death.

The pool of blood on the ground slowly spread. The sticky blood flowed slowly on the soil and mixed with the dead leaves to form dark red stains. These blood stains were particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

They flicker with a strange luster in the sunlight, like scars on the earth, silently telling of the tragic battle that has just taken place. They record the cruelty of this battle and witness the passing of life. Every pool of blood marks the end of a living person.

The light reflected in the pool of blood is like the eyes of a devil, staring coldly at the world. It seems to be mocking the powerlessness and fragility of human beings, and also seems to be warning those who still have greed and desires.

Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) movements were as natural as flowing water. After dancing the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand, he finally retracted it. The sharp sword body was covered with fresh bloodstains, which slowly slid down the blade and dripped onto the already red ground, merging with other pools of blood.

There wasn't a trace of pride or excitement between his brows, only a deep calmness and composure. There was no hesitation in his eyes caused by the killing, nor any joy because of the victory, as if he was not too affected by what had just happened.

The air around them was still filled with a strong smell of blood. The lives of those killers lying on the ground had been completely extinguished. Their former greed, ambition, and fear had all turned into nothingness with their deaths.

At this time, in a dark place, a man hidden in a black robe stood quietly. His figure seemed to blend into this dark area, as if he had never existed.

The surrounding environment was dim and chaotic. The hazy sunlight barely penetrated through the densely packed roofs, casting mottled light and shadows, but it could not touch his existence. Only when his eyes occasionally flashed a cold light could people realize his real existence.

Those eyes were like the brightest stars in the night, and also like the coldest abyss in the deep sea. They revealed a transcendent and unfathomable temperament. His gaze penetrated the air and observed everything in front of him coldly.

He watched Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) like the god of death of the night, reaping the lives of those killers with unparalleled speed and killing power. Every step he moved was accompanied by the disappearance of a life, and every flash of the sword meant the end of a soul.

The man in black robe coldly watched the killers fall one by one and listened to their terrified screams and pleas for mercy, but his expression did not change at all, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

No one could tell whether he was calm inside or hiding his indifference towards the massacre. There was no wavering in his eyes, as if the disappearance of these lives was nothing more than dust in the wind and nothing surprising to him.

The black robe swayed gently in the breeze, but his whole body remained motionless, like a cold sculpture. He stood there, observing quietly, as if time had stopped flowing in front of him.

His eyes were deep and cold. No one could capture the emotions in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking. His mind was unfathomable, like a deep sea hidden in the darkness.

"interesting!"

I only heard him speak coldly.

These two short words seemed like an echo floating out from the abyss, full of unfathomable meaning. His voice was without any emotional color, calm and indifferent, as if he was commenting on a drama that had nothing to do with him.

the other side.

Jing'er, who was inside the wooden house, kept her delicate hands clasped together. For some reason, her heart still felt very panicked. She sat at a small table by the window, looking outside through the window from time to time, as if she was expecting something, or worried about something.

The light inside the house is soft, forming a sharp contrast with the golden world outside in the sun. Outside the window, the sun shines on the lush treetops, and every leaf seems to be coated with a layer of gold.

The room was filled with a cozy yellow hue. The candlelight swayed gently in the breeze, creating a tranquil and warm atmosphere. Qing'er's breathing was a little rapid, and every time she heard a sound outside, her heart would tighten.

Jing'er's gaze was sometimes focused on a certain point outside the window, and sometimes lost in the distant sky. There was a barely perceptible worry in her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be looking for something, perhaps hoping to see the figure she had been thinking about.

Just at this moment, a familiar figure slowly walked out from a corner. It was a figure that Jing'er was very familiar with, it was her own son Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo).

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) walked with firm steps, his posture remained upright, his back was still as straight as a sword, without the slightest bend. His black hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like a wisp of smoke in the night sky, revealing an elusive elegance and calmness.

His eyes were still deep and calm, like the water in a deep pool, without a ripple. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, to see through people's joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, yet they maintained a detached distance, not being affected by the disturbances of the outside world.

"Son!"

Jing'er's voice was almost trembling. It was the emotion that had been suppressed for so long that finally found an outlet at this moment. A long-lost smile bloomed on her pretty face, and her eyes flickered with a complex light of joy, relief, and deep dependence and trust.

Her figure became light at that moment, as if all the burdens had been lifted. She stood up from the chair, her skirt swaying gently, like ripples on a lake blown by the wind.

Her steps were brisk and firm as she crossed the distance in the house and headed straight for Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo).

"My Lord, you are finally back!"

Jing'er said happily, her slender hands tightly grasping Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) clothes.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) looked at the happy Qing'er in front of him, and the coldness in his eyes gradually melted, replaced by a touch of soft warmth. He reached out and gently stroked her little head.

At this moment, Han Xinyu also walked out of the wooden house with his mother, Mrs. Han.

"Mrs. Han, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) bowed to Madam Han in front of him. His voice revealed respect for his elders, but also showed that he did not want to disturb them too much.

Mrs. Han nodded slightly, gracefully signaling him not to be polite. Her gaze lingered on Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of her for a moment, revealing a hint of caution. She seemed to be using her eyes that had experienced the world to evaluate the young man in front of her.

His manners, temperament, and the self-evident tenacity and wisdom he exudes, especially Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) standing straight. Although he is young, he has a steadiness and composure that transcends his age.

After a moment, the corners of Mrs. Han's mouth rose slightly, forming a gentle smile. Her voice was soft and kind, as if a spring breeze blowing through the heart, making people feel extremely comfortable. She said softly.

"Thank you very much, sir, for saving Yan'er's life. We, the Han family, will always remember this kindness."

Her words were full of gratitude and sincerity, as if every word was loaded with her gratitude. Mrs. Han's eyes revealed her deep gratitude to the young man who saved her son. That gratitude, like the drizzle in spring, nourished Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) heart.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) smiled slightly, revealing a hint of humility in his smile. He shook his head gently and answered in a calm but firm voice.

"Mrs. Han, you are too kind. I just did what I thought I should do."

His words were simple and unpretentious, without a trace of boasting or complacency. In Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) view, rescuing the young master of the Han family was a matter of course and did not deserve too much praise or acclaim.