Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Just as Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan were chattering away at insignificant words, a subtle sense of tension filled the air. Amidst this chaos, Yun Zhonghe's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's.

His eyes were fixed firmly on the two beauties below, Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling. There was an indescribable greed and desire in his eyes, as if he had foreseen the scene that was about to happen.

Yun Zhonghe licked his dry lips, which was an instinctive reaction of anticipation for the upcoming prey. Then, his body trembled slightly, and the roof under his feet seemed to feel the power that was about to explode.

Yun Zhonghe took a deep breath, pushed the ground hard with his feet, and shot out like an arrow, turning into a blurry shadow in an instant.

What Yun Zhonghe displayed was his unique light skill [Shadowless and Ethereal] which made him famous. This light skill was extremely mysterious and his body was so fast that it was like a ghost possessed, making it difficult to track his whereabouts.

At this moment, with Yun Zhonghe's full strength, [Shadowless and Ethereal] was brought to its extreme. His figure drew arcs in the air, and every turn was perfectly avoided to avoid the surrounding obstacles. The speed was so fast that it was simply jaw-dropping.

Yun Zhonghe's target was Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling below. As he got closer, the invisible sense of oppression was like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky, making the originally quiet atmosphere instantly become tense and depressing.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling, two usually smart and brave women, couldn't help but feel an unprecedented crisis at this moment, and expressions of fear involuntarily appeared on their pretty faces.

Faced with this sudden threat, Mu Wanqing reacted quickly. She knew very well that she could not just sit there and wait for death. She turned her wrist slightly and a cold light flashed from her sleeve. It was the sleeve arrow she carried with her, which was short and powerful.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

With a crisp sound, several sleeve arrows shot out like arrows from a bow, cutting through the air and heading straight for Yun Zhonghe. Each sleeve arrow contained Mu Wanqing's full-strength attack, attempting to turn the situation around at the critical moment.

However, Yun Zhonghe was obviously prepared for Mu Wanqing's method. He was seen using the [Shadowless and Ethereal] light skill in the air, and the whole person seemed to turn into an illusory shadow.

He twisted his body flexibly in the air and avoided all the hidden arrows at an incredible angle.

Mu Wanqing could only watch the sharp sleeve arrows she shot out as he disappeared from her attack range, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly, making a few dull sounds.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, an invisible crack seemed to be torn in the air, accompanied by a sharp and rapid sound of breaking through the air, which was as shocking as thunder.

It was like a sign before a sudden storm, making people's hearts tighten involuntarily. Yun Zhonghe was startled by the sudden sound and his pupils shrank slightly, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

He knew very well that such speed was not something that an ordinary person could possess. Even compared with Li Mu Wanqing's precise and ruthless [Sleeve Arrow Technique], it was far inferior.

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, a cold light cut through the sky like lightning and headed straight for Yun Zhonghe. The speed was so fast that it was beyond imagination, making it almost impossible to capture its trajectory.

Yun Zhonghe was horrified and his body reacted instinctively. He suddenly turned sideways in an attempt to avoid the fatal blow. However, even with such a quick reaction, he was powerless in the face of such terrifying speed.

"Pfft-!"

There was only a dull sound of clothes being torn and flesh being injured, followed by a muffled groan from Yun Zhonghe. His chest had been scratched by an extremely sharp sword, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

"Buzz!"

With a slight sound, a long sword covered with bright red blood, with an irresistible force, fiercely pierced into a thick tree beside him. The long sword sank into the tree trunk, leaving only a part of the hilt outside, trembling slightly, telling of the thrilling blow just now.

The air around seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only Yun Zhonghe's heavy breathing and the faint exclamations in the distance, intertwined together, breaking all the tranquility around.

It was originally Xu Xingchen. Seeing Yun Zhonghe skillfully avoid Mu Wanqing's extremely sharp sleeve arrow with his extraordinary lightness skills, Xu Xingchen immediately activated the internal force of "Bao Yuan Jin" in his body.

For a moment, Baoyuan's internal force surged like a rushing river and gathered in the palm of his hand. Xu Xingchen waved his hand suddenly, and the Hanming Sword in his hand seemed to be given life at that moment, turning into a cold sword light, cutting through the night sky and shooting straight to where Yun Zhonghe was.

"Who on earth is it? How dare you be so bold!"

Yun Zhonghe fell to the ground in a mess, one hand tightly covering the wound on his chest that was bleeding. His face was as pale as paper, but there was a light of disbelief in his eyes, and he roared.

There was a hint of reluctance and anger in his voice, trying to get a glimpse of the true identity of the sudden attacker.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps broke the silence around, and Xu Xingchen walked leisurely in front of Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling. His steps were steady and calm, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Xu Xingchen's gaze fell on Yun Zhonghe's face which was twisted with pain. The corners of his mouth unconsciously drew a slight arc, hiding some unspeakable meaning, and he answered slowly.

"Yun Zhonghe, do you still remember me?"

As soon as these words came out, an invisible pressure suddenly filled the air, as chilling as ice. Yun Zhonghe's body trembled involuntarily and his eyes widened suddenly.

He looked at the seemingly gentle and elegant young man in front of him with a sharp gaze, trying to find a trace of familiarity in the other's eyes. In Yun Zhonghe's mind, countless names and faces flashed quickly like a kaleidoscope.

Each of them is inextricably linked to the young man in front of him. However, at this moment, a clear and profound memory suddenly emerged, which was from the previous night.

When he was about to enjoy the tenderness of the beauty from the Emei Sect, his good fortune was ruined by the sudden appearance of a young man from the Huashan Sect. The figure of the young man gradually overlapped with Xu Xingchen in front of him, making Yun Zhonghe gasp.

"It's actually you!!"

Yun Zhonghe's voice was like cloth being suddenly torn, sharp and full of disbelief. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were flashing with complex emotions, astonishment, anger.

This sudden encounter seemed to bring him back to the past that he could not bear to recall. Yun Zhonghe never expected that after such a long time, he would meet this enemy whom he hated so much here again.

The air around them seemed to freeze, even the wind stopped blowing, leaving only an extremely tense confrontation between the two. Yun Zhonghe clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his body trembled slightly. It was a fierce collision of anger and hatred in his body.

Seeing Yun Zhonghe in front of him recognized him, Xu Xingchen also smiled faintly, a faint yet meaningful smile, especially that smile concealed a bit of teasing and calmness, and he joked calmly and unhurriedly.

"It's easier now that you remember it."

His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter, but every word was like a carefully selected sword, accurately piercing through the defenses in Yun Zhonghe's heart and hitting the corners of his memory that he didn't want to be touched.

This sentence is not just a simple reference to the past grievances and entanglements. It is more like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and making the past reappear before the eyes of the two people.

It contains an indescribable profound meaning. It is both a play on the past and a silent provocation to Yun Zhonghe in front of him.

"Boy! I, Yun Zhonghe, swear to take your life today to avenge the hatred in my heart!!"

As he spoke, Yun Zhonghe's eyes opened wide, as if they could spit out raging fire. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer hitting the air, causing the temperature around them to drop sharply and become extremely cold.

His chest rose and fell violently, which was the proof that the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for a long time had completely erupted at this moment.