Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

At this time, the leader of the Yanhui looked at Su Yuan and Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of him with a sharp look. His gaze was like a sharp blade, as if it could penetrate the hearts of the two. His aura was so powerful and majestic that people dared not look directly at him.

However, in this tense atmosphere that was almost solidified, the leader of the Yanhui suddenly smiled under his mask, as if hiding a mystery with deep meaning. This smile seemed to reveal his views on the relationship between Su Yuan and Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of him, as well as his control and confidence in the situation.

"Master Li."

The leader of the Yan Society spoke slowly, with a sharp edge in his voice that could not be ignored, as if it was a sword drawn from its sheath, ready to cut through the veil of lies and hypocrisy at any time.

"You must be aware that although your father was personally conferred the title of General of the South by the Jin Kingdom and held the title of Marquis of Pingyang by Li Zongsheng, he is still a Han Chinese after all, and is not one of our kind and should be killed together."

The voice of the chief leader of the Yanhui echoed in the quiet and tense hall. His words were like the cold wind in winter, piercing and sharp. His eyes never left Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of him. There was an unfathomable mind hidden behind those eyes.

This sentence was like a blockbuster bomb that exploded in the hall. It was not only a reminder that Li Qingmo was of Han Chinese, but also a question about his bloodline. The words of the Yanhui chief were full of rejection and distrust of foreigners.

This is a game about trust and betrayal. Every step must be taken with caution. The words of the Yanhui chief are sonorous and powerful, and every word seems to be carefully considered, aimed at testing Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo).

The atmosphere became extremely solemn at this moment. A hint of admiration flashed in the eyes of the Yanhui's chief leader. He seemed to be waiting for Li Qingmo's answer, waiting for this young man to make his own choice in the torrent of history.

"The barbarians of the Jin people will not be strong forever, and we Han people will never be oppressed by the barbarians of the Jin people."

The voice of the leader of the Yan Society revealed a firm belief, which was a kind of national self-esteem and indomitable spirit. His words seemed to ignite the fire in the hearts of everyone present, inspiring their desire for freedom and dignity.

At the same time, his words were full of challenge and resistance. His eyes were firm and deep, as indestructible as a rock. This was his dissatisfaction with the long-term brutal rule of the Jin people.

This is not just a simple statement, but also a call to fight against oppression and safeguard dignity.

"Mr. Li! I hope you can understand!"

The leader of the Yanhui looked at Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of him and said earnestly.

His eyes were sharp and deep, his gaze penetrated the air and locked directly into the eyes of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), and his words revealed an invisible pressure.

"Come on! Bring up the Han family mother and son!"

Then, the leader of Yanhui suddenly gave the order.

His voice echoed in the hall, making people's eardrums hurt. Following his order, several men in black robes moved quickly and walked towards the back hall of the hall. Their steps were steady and swift, revealing their well-trained movements and unspoken obedience.

After a while, Han Xinyu, Han Xinyan and Mrs. Han were carried out by six men in black robes. Their arrival undoubtedly added a bit of solemnity to the already tense atmosphere.

The three members of the Han family looked a little embarrassed, their clothes were messy and stained. It was obvious that they had experienced some twists and turns before being brought here. Han Xinyan and Mrs. Han, mother and son, had fainted and hung their heads weakly.

They were like puppets with their strings cut, completely lifeless. If not for the support of the man in black robe, they would have lost the ability to stand. In sharp contrast to them was Han Xinyue. Although she was also as pale as paper, she appeared unusually strong in this desperate environment.

Her lips were tightly pursed together, as if she was trying to suppress her inner panic and anxiety. Despite the difficulties, there was no trace of retreat or fear in her eyes. Instead, there was a light of unyielding spirit.

At this moment, when Han Xinyu's gaze passed through the group of black-robed men and finally settled on Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of her, her eyes, which were originally full of determination and strength, suddenly flashed with a strange light at this moment.

It was as if the fragile soul hidden under the hard shell suddenly found comfort. It was a light intertwined with complex and deep emotions, and it was the instant brightness when panic and anxiety found a glimmer of hope in despair. Han Xinyu's heart seemed to be shaken by a surge of emotions.

At this moment, Han Xinyu could hardly believe her eyes. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) actually came here to save her. This scene was completely beyond her expectations, and her heart was instantly filled with complex emotions.

"Mr. Li...Mr. Li!"

Han Xinyun's voice was trembling. Her mood was so complicated that she almost didn't know how to express her feelings at the moment. Was it surprise? Was it joy? Or some other unspeakable emotion?

Her voice was particularly abrupt in the heavy air, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and attracting the attention of people around her.

At this moment, the two men in black robes who were holding Han Xinyu's arms suddenly let go of Han Xinyu. This sudden change made Han Xinyu, who was already affected by emotional fluctuations, suddenly lose the only support on her body.

Han Xinyu's body seemed to have been drained of its last bit of strength. She instantly lost her balance, and her whole body tilted forward uncontrollably, falling down quickly.

Because at this time, Han Xinyu was already under extreme fatigue and pressure, coupled with the sudden and unexpected release, her legs and feet became weak and she was unable to stabilize her body in time.

Her body staggered and fell toward the ground in an almost free-falling posture. Seeing that the hard ground was about to collide with her, an uncontrollable panic surged in her heart.

"what!"

For a moment, Han Xinyu couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. It was an instinctive reaction to the impending collision, and also an expression of horror at the sudden loss of control.

The air around her seemed to freeze at this moment, and all sounds were drowned out by her sharp scream.

The moment Han Xinyu fell to the ground, the air seemed to freeze. Among the people in black robes around her, some showed surprised expressions on their faces, as if they had not expected that she would suddenly lose her support, while others reacted very quickly. They stretched out their arms like lightning, trying to support Han Xinyu before she fell to the ground to prevent her from getting hurt.

However, at this critical moment, a figure quickly passed by, like a strong wind across the quiet night sky, and firmly caught Han Xinyu's body which was about to touch the ground. It was Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) who stepped forward with lightning speed.

At the moment Han Xinyun fell, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s right hand was like the most solid support, firmly holding her waist, and his left hand gently and deftly grasped her right wrist. This move was both swift and full of invisible tenderness.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) moved smoothly and powerfully, perfectly preventing Han Xinyu from falling, so that her body, which was originally thought to be hit hard on the ground, was gently brought back to balance.

After experiencing the panic at that moment, Han Xinyu felt the solid support and familiar breath given by Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), and an inexplicable sense of security surged in her heart, a warm feeling rising from the depths of her heart.

It was like a gentle beam of light that illuminated the dark corners of her heart and dispelled all the haze, allowing Han Xinyu's tense nerves to relax instantly, and the strong shell she had originally put on began to disintegrate.

"Wuwu... Li... Master Li..."

Han Xinyu's voice was choked with sobs, and her tone was filled with a complex mix of emotions. Her words were intermittent, and each word seemed to be trembling as it carried the weight of her emotions at the moment.

Tears glistened in her eyes, and her gratitude for Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) timely rescue was beyond words. Her heart was filled with deep gratitude for his help in this critical moment.

There was relief in her voice, as if at that moment, all the burdens were lifted. It was a kind of spiritual ease, a kind of tranquility that came from the release of long-tense emotions.