When Wang Xuan's mindset shifted, and he decided to fight with all his might, he felt completely different. His eyes sharpened; how could one practice the Old Techniques without a fiery spirit?!

In this era of brilliant technology, he had always kept a low profile, merely to protect himself. Yet, he had repeatedly faced assassination attempts, nearly losing his life.

Even so, he had held back, unable to deliver a fatal blow to those who came to kill him, leaving it to Qingmu to handle.

Today, he sensed a strong hostility approaching. He was about to form his spiritual domain, becoming acutely aware that someone intended to kill him!

At this moment, he no longer wanted to endure. Since Old Chen had said he would take responsibility if anything happened, Wang Xuan decided to fight with abandon!

"Friend, this is too much! Hurting someone to such an extent, kicking them six or seven meters away and leaving their chest caved in—how could you be so ruthless?" someone approached, speaking out for the injured.

And he was not alone; four or five others quickly joined, agitated, surrounding Wang Xuan and even shoving him.

Wang Xuan's expression turned icy. "Don't touch me! Keep your distance."

"Is public violence acceptable? Practicing the Old Techniques should be about righteousness, not just recklessness," a man in his thirties said, pushing forward again.

"Why should I be the one to hurt anyone? What that person did is just like what you are doing now!" Wang Xuan's gaze was piercing, like beams of solid light shooting forth. Coldly, he continued, "You practice the Concealing Palm, pretending to get close, then shoving me lightly—this is your so-called righteousness?!"

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, Wang Xuan showed no mercy, his right leg kicking out forcefully, sending the one who had pushed towards his chest—actually trying to deliver a Concealing Palm—flying through the air!

There was no doubt this time; the person was injured severely, their chest entirely caved in, the area indented in the shape of a foot, the sound of cracking bones sending chills down spines.

What was even more terrifying was that their organs had been torn apart, the injuries catastrophic, a mystical force spreading toward their innards.

Wang Xuan had still controlled his strength; otherwise, at his current power, he could have shattered a several-ton heavy rock with a single kick, let alone a person.

But he didn't want the scene to be splattered with blood and guts—he didn't even want to see such a spectacle himself.

However, this person was finished; they would no longer be able to practice the Old Techniques. Wang Xuan felt he had always obeyed the law, and what he had just done was merely self-defense.

If people knew about Little Wang's inner turmoil: holding back against assassins, worrying that Qingmu hadn't paid his taxes, thinking of self-defense when he acted, they would surely sigh, saying he was a law-abiding young man!

The others, seeing Wang Xuan's decisiveness and lack of hesitation in breaking bones, showed no reluctance; they attacked him with lethal force—this was a ruthless group.

Whoosh!

The air exploded as several practiced Concealing Palm techniques, striking towards Wang Xuan's back of the head, heart, and temples, vicious and swift.

Wang Xuan remained calm, blocking their strikes. He truly wasn't afraid of their so-called Concealing Palms. After mastering the Golden Body Technique, even bullets were difficult to pierce him, let alone these individuals, who were not top-tier fighters.

Having restrained himself for so long, Wang Xuan's blood surged, his gaze growing brighter, like a piercing sword. Without holding back, he blocked repeatedly, and their arms broke swiftly.

Then, with loud thuds, he sent four of them flying, once again six or seven meters away, their chests caved in, all coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground.

They had been sent flying at incredible speed; after a brief contact, they were airborne. Though the Concealing Palm was fearsome, it could not harm someone who had reached the sixth layer of the Golden Body Technique—Wang Xuan felt no fear.

The scene fell silent; everyone was astonished, looking at Wang Xuan's feet. No doubt he was the one who had killed a grandmaster on the Pamir Plateau.

From the past to the present, in people's impressions and understanding, this formidable one truly… was still all about his feet!

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"You…" The ones on the ground were filled with shame and anger, suffering unbearable pain, feeling as if their organs had been torn apart and were now rotting.

Wang Xuan's gaze, now more normal, fell back into place. "If you hadn't targeted Qingmu in such a despicable manner, taking advantage of his ignorance of the Concealing Palm and sneaking in to strike him several times, I wouldn't have bothered with you. We were merely retaliating."

The fallen men struggled to rise, their eyes ablaze. They realized that they might have been crippled this time, unable to use the Old Techniques again.

Wang Xuan warned, "I advise you all to stay down and not move. Your injuries are serious; do not harbor any murderous thoughts. When you look at me, it's best to remain calm. Such injuries cannot tolerate anger; you must maintain a peaceful mindset, or your organs will suffer further damage."

At the same time, he emphasized that he had shown mercy.

Some people were speechless; this person's methods were extraordinary, making those on the ground see him maintain his calm, testing their own composure.

Wang Xuan spoke truthfully; with their organs torn, they absolutely couldn't let their anger flare up, or their lives would be at risk.

Big Wu nodded. "With Little Wang's skills, killing a few wouldn't be difficult, but he still held back, showing his good heart and kindness."

Old Wu felt a headache coming on. What kind of logic was this? He had nearly beaten someone to death and yet asked the others to keep calm. This troublesome kid was considered kind-hearted?

However, he didn't mind; on the contrary, he found it quite to his liking. He dealt with enemies in the same way: either they lay quietly or they died! Though Old Wu didn't strike himself, he was never soft on his foes.

"If these people truly acted so despicably, then they deserve it." A middle-aged man, around forty, stepped forward with steady footsteps, his expression calm and collected.

Wang Xuan glanced at him in surprise. "If they faced Qingmu directly, they wouldn't stand a chance. Using underhanded tactics is despicable."

The middle-aged man spoke, "That may be so, but young brother's actions were still too heavy. Even if a few don't die, they'll be severely injured, perhaps needing artificial hearts and lungs—such a dire outlook for the rest of their lives. Even if punishment is needed, this is still a bit excessive."

"Exactly," someone else echoed, nodding in agreement.

Wang Xuan shot a cold glance at them, surveying their faces. "I see that you and some nearby people look unfamiliar. Who are you? Most familiar faces practicing the Old Techniques have been to the Green Ridge, battling alongside Master Chen against the New Technique faction. During the battle on the Pamir Plateau, I didn't see you there, yet now you come here to lecture. Your people first injured Qingmu and now accuse me of being too harsh—why don't you mention the role you played? After Master Chen opened a glorious path for the Old Techniques, when he was on the brink of death, you wanted to harm his disciple. What kind of grudge could make you commit such a heinous act? How malicious your hearts must be!"

Though he had no concrete evidence, Wang Xuan noticed these individuals exchanging glances, realizing they were indeed in cahoots, so he was unreserved in placing blame on them.

The middle-aged man's expression momentarily froze; he hadn't expected this young man to be so difficult to deal with, openly accusing them of harboring ill intentions.

Many in the crowd exchanged looks, realizing they had indeed never seen this group before—they were clearly here to stir up trouble.

The middle-aged man shook his head, sighing. "There are many who practice the Old Techniques, and all sorts of people exist among us. After hearing of Master Chen's brilliant achievements in the Green Ridge, we were inspired, calling our friends to come out and contribute to the Old Techniques, so we arrived here. However, many among us do not know each other; you can't lump me in with those practicing the Concealing Palm, assuming we all come with malice."

"What do you intend to contribute?" Wang Xuan asked.

"Engaging in exchanges, making friends, gathering those who practice the Old Techniques to form a powerful force and make the Old Techniques even more resplendent!" the middle-aged man said calmly.

Wang Xuan coldly responded, "You're looking at Master Chen's precarious situation as an opportunity to dig into his backyard? Not only do you want to harm his disciple, but you also aim to integrate those practicing the Old Techniques here into your organization, aligning with the forces behind you. You think too highly of yourselves, don't you?"

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, realizing how perceptive this young man was. They indeed had some ulterior motives, but it was too soon to act, and now they had been "skinned" first.

He coldly replied, "You're overthinking it; we came for friendly exchanges!"

Wang Xuan's gaze swept over the unfamiliar faces, sharp and powerful like an unsheathed divine sword. "Then let's stop with the pleasantries. You, and you all—let's go! I'll spar with every one of you!"

He stepped forward, facing the group alone.

He knew this uproar was just beginning. Some individuals had substantial power and had incited a group of practitioners of the Old Techniques to come here and cause trouble; there was surely more to follow.

At the same time, he sighed inwardly, realizing he had fallen for Old Chen's trap. That old man was likely waiting for the storm to come, nudging him to step in early.

"Young man, you're excessively arrogant! Don't just label us!" The middle-aged man refused to admit any wrongdoing.

He coldly said, "Do you really think that just because you once killed a dying grandmaster, you've become famous and unmatched? To dare provoke us, a group of seniors who wish to come out and contribute to the Old Techniques, is going too far!"

Wang Xuan looked down on them. "At the very least, I've been to the Green Ridge and dared to engage in a fierce battle with the New Technique faction. I have blood and passion, willing to risk my life and bleed for the Old Techniques! You lot were likely hiding somewhere back then, and now you come out for your own interests, causing chaos—aren't you ashamed?"

He continued, his tone icy, "Let's cut the nonsense. You all know your worth; you're just a broken blade in someone else's hand, not even a sharp weapon! I'm standing here today; if you're one, come; if you're a group, come too! I'll take you all on!"

"You're too arrogant!" The group exploded with anger, as if they had been stabbed in the throat.

Wang Xuan ignored them, looking further ahead. "Anyone from the New Technique faction, the instigators behind the scenes, and anyone else who's not satisfied—come at me! I'll take you all on!"

Qingmu felt a chill run down his spine. Today, Little Wang was entirely different; he truly intended to unleash a bloody storm!