Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Tears slid down her cheeks and soon dripped onto her bruised, slender hands, which became a little cold and damp due to the tears. The tears gathered into a small puddle on her hands and then slid down from her hands onto the bed.

"trickle!"

With a sound, tears dripped onto the bed sheets, instantly wetting them. The originally dry sheets now seemed to be washed by a sudden spring rain, and a dark water stain appeared.

Ah Zi's lips were trembling slightly. Her originally rosy and soft red lips like flower petals had turned pale as paper, completely bloodless. The luster on her lips had also disappeared, leaving only a dull paleness, as if she had lost all her vitality.

A Zi's gaze fell directly on Xu Xingchen in front of her. Her eyes were filled with deep fear and despair, dim and helpless, because now in A Zi's eyes.

Xu Xingchen was like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell. His entire body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark shadow. The shadow seemed to have life, constantly spreading and expanding, dyeing the surrounding air with a terrifying color.

As the shadow loomed, Xu Xingchen continued to grow bigger in her eyes, like an ever-expanding nightmare. Every slight movement he made carried a deterrent force that almost made A Zi's heart stop beating.

That tall figure, against the backdrop of darkness, was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on Ah Zi to the point where she couldn't breathe. The fear from deep within her heart was like a tide, hitting Ah Zi's fragile mental defenses wave after wave.

Ah Zi's delicate body shrank back uncontrollably. Every time she moved back, the fear in her heart lessened a little, as if only by staying away from Xu Xingchen could she escape from this endless fear.

Her back was pressed tightly against the wall of the bed, and the cold touch was transmitted to her body through her clothes, which became her only support at this moment, as if only this could bring her a trace of pitiful sense of security.

She was like a wounded little animal, trapped in a corner, looking helplessly and desperately at the devil-like Xu Xingchen in front of her, not knowing what fate would be waiting for her.

Ah Zi's delicate body seemed a little thin and helpless. She was trembling slightly. Her hands, which were originally as soft and delicate as mutton-fat jade, were full of scratches. Blood was faintly seeping out, staining her fair skin with mottled colors.

Every tiny wound seemed to be telling of the hardships and pains she had experienced before. Her hands could not stop shaking slightly, as if she would lose strength at any moment due to excessive tension and fear.

Ah Zi slowly stretched out a scratched and trembling jade hand. Her movements were extremely slow and cautious. The hand swayed slightly in the air, as if carrying an endless weight.

Then she slowly put her hand into the other sleeve, which was also scratched and trembling. The sleeve fluttered gently with her movements, as if it was also uneasy about what was about to happen.

She was preparing to take out the poisonous hidden weapons inside to deal with the terrifying Xu Xingchen who was gradually approaching her. Every step she took seemed to carry an invisible sense of oppression, making A Zi's breathing more and more rapid.

"Don't...don't come over..."

Ah Zi's voice was noticeably trembling, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of her throat, weak but full of fear. She issued this trembling warning again, her eyes full of pleading and despair.

How she wished Xu Xingchen could stop those terrible steps. Her lips trembled slightly and her teeth chattered unconsciously. She felt as if she was in an ice cellar, shrouded in endless fear.

Seeing Ah Zi's scratched and trembling hand, like a wounded butterfly, carefully reaching into the loose sleeve of the other hand, the folds of the sleeve seemed to hide countless unknown secrets.

Ah Zi's actions were filled with a determination to face death, mixed with a hint of fear that was difficult to conceal.

Xu Xingchen slowly stood beside the bed. His tall body was like a towering mountain, exuding a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe. The corners of his mouth inadvertently drew a shallow arc.

That arc seemed like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, carrying a ruthless mockery of A Zi's desperate struggle. That smile seemed to be telling A Zi that her struggle was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

There was a cold and sharp light in his eyes, like an ice knife in the cold night, staring straight and closely at every slight movement of A Zi. That gaze seemed to see through A Zi's soul.

Not missing any expression or trembling, under his gaze, Ah Zi was like a prey targeted by a wild beast, with nowhere to escape and could only let the fear spread in her heart.

Suddenly, Xu Xingchen slowly stretched out a large and slender palm. That palm was like a deadly fan, which could stir up a storm with a slight movement. The fingers were slender and powerful, and each one was like a sword made of fine steel, with distinct joints.

The lines on the palm are intricate, deep and shallow, as if they are the trajectory of fate. Those lines seem to hide the joys and sorrows, life and death of countless people. At this moment, they are controlling A Zi's fate.

"Crackling..."

A series of clear and chilling sounds suddenly rang out in the silent room. The sound was like a death knell held tightly in the hands of the god of death, ringing heavily again and again in this dead silent atmosphere.

Every sound was like a ruthless judgment of fate, which hurt people's eardrums and made A Zi's heart feel like it was sinking into an ice cellar. A large number of poisonous hidden weapons that were originally hidden in A Zi's sleeves fell from Xu Xingchen's broad and slender palm.

Some of those hidden weapons were like the tongues of poisonous snakes, slender and deadly, flashing with dark green poisonous light; some were like the fangs of demons, sharp and cold, as if they could easily penetrate all defenses.

Others are like ghosts in the dark, emitting a strange aura that makes people shudder.

They were scattered on the ground beside the bed, reflecting the cold light, just like Ah Zi's broken hopes. Those were once the desire to survive, but now they were scattered like the hidden weapons on the ground.

Every flicker of light was a cruel pain to her soul. They could never be pieced together again, leaving only endless darkness and despair spreading in her heart, drowning her like a tidal wave.

Originally, in that breathtaking moment, when Xu Xingchen put his arm around A Zi's slender waist, that arm was like an extremely hard iron chain, lying across A Zi's waist.

Every inch of his skin could feel the iron-like strength that tightly held A Zi, preventing her from breaking free even a little bit. Under that rough appearance was a delicate control, as if he could break A Zi's waist with just a little force.

And Xu Xingchen's other hand pulled A Zi into the house as accurately as an eagle's claw. His palm was so broad that it seemed to cover half of A Zi's shoulder. His fingers were long and powerful, like sharp daggers.

It was deeply embedded in A Zi's flesh, leaving shallow marks. With every step, A Zi could feel herself being dragged forward, with her feet almost off the ground. She was like a puppet in Xu Xingchen's hands, at his mercy.

Earlier in the process, Xu Xingchen, relying on his extraordinary keen sense of touch and superb skills, had already quietly taken out the poisonous hidden weapons in her sleeves one by one.

Seeing this, Ah Zi seemed to have all her strength drained away, as if the strength disappeared from her body in an instant, and her pair of slender legs were like a puppet that had lost its support.

She suddenly became limp, unable to bear the weight of her body any longer. Her knees bent involuntarily and she fell onto the bed. The bed trembled slightly under her weight, as if it was also startled by the sudden heaviness.

Originally, those hidden weapons filled with poison were her only hope to escape from here, and the last straw she grasped in this desperate situation. However, now, this hope was shattered like a bubble.

It disappeared in the crisp "crackling" sound. Every sound of it falling was like a sharp knife cutting into her heart, making her feel a pain deep in her bones.