A Heart Full of Hot Blood

Once his mindset shifted and he decided to unleash his full power, Wang Xuan felt completely different. His eyes sharpened; how could he not have passion when practicing Old Arts?!

In this technologically advanced era, he has always kept a low profile, simply for self-preservation. However, he has been attacked and nearly killed several times.

Even so, he restrained himself. At first, he couldn't bring himself to kill those who came to kill him, and left them to Qing Mu to deal with.

Today, he once again felt intense hostility. He was about to form a spiritual domain, with extremely keen perception, and sensed that someone wanted to kill him!

At this point, he could no longer hold back. Since Old Chen had said he would take responsibility if anything went wrong, Wang Xuan decided to fight with all his might!

"Friend, you've gone too far! You injured someone right away, kicking him six or seven meters away. His chest even caved in slightly. How could you be so cruel!" Someone came over and spoke up for the injured man.

And it wasn't just him; four or five people quickly followed, agitated, and surrounded Wang Xuan, even pushing and shoving him.

Wang Xuan's face was cold as he said, "Don't touch me, stay away from me."

"To commit violence in public and not be allowed to speak out? Practicing Old Arts requires integrity, not just a thirst for violence," said a man in his thirties, raising his hand to push him away again.

"Why did I hurt anyone? What that person did is exactly what you are doing right now." Wang Xuan's eyes were piercing, like beams of light that had materialized, and he said in a cold voice, "You've mastered the Tongyou Palm, feigned approach, pushed and shoved, and lightly clapped your hands. Is this your so-called righteousness?!"

Thump!

Almost simultaneously, Wang Xuan showed no mercy, forcefully swinging his right leg and kicking a person who was pushing towards his chest again, actually unleashing Tongyou Palm strike, flying through the air!

Without a doubt, this person was more seriously injured this time. His chest was completely sunken in, the concave area resembling the shape of a foot. The crisp sound of bones cracking sent chills down one's spine.

Most terrifyingly, his internal organs were also torn apart, his injuries were extremely severe, and a mysterious force continued to spread to his six viscera.

Wang Xuan still managed to control his strength; otherwise, with his current power, he could have kicked a solid rock weighing several tons to pieces, let alone a person.

But he didn't want to make the scene a bloody mess, with all sorts of flesh and bones everywhere; even he himself didn't want to see that sight.

But this person is now useless; he can no longer practice his Old Arts. Wang Xuan felt that he had always abided by the law, and what he did just now was merely self-defense.

If people knew Little Wang's thought process: he couldn't bear to kill the assassin, he was worried that Qing Mu hadn't paid his taxes, and he thought it was self-defense when he acted.

Everyone would probably marvel at him, thinking, "What a law-abiding young man!"

Seeing Wang Xuan's decisive action, breaking the man's sternum without hesitation, the others showed no remorse and went straight for the kill. They were a ruthless group.

Call!

The air crackled as the group, all skilled in the Tongyou Palm, unleashed vicious and swift strikes at Wang Xuan's head, heart, temples, and other vital areas from all directions.

Wang Xuan remained calm and blocked the attack. He was not afraid of the so-called Tongyou Palm. After mastering the Golden Body Art, even bullets would have difficulty penetrating him, let alone these people, who were not top figures.

Having restrained himself for a long time, Wang Xuan's passion was ignited, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, piercing like sharp swords. Without hesitation, he parried several times, and the arms of these people were quickly broken.

Then, with a series of thuds, he kicked the four men away, sending them flying six or seven meters. Their sternums collapsed, and they all coughed up blood and lay on the ground, unable to get up.

The speed was incredibly fast. After a brief contact, these people were sent flying. Although the Tongyou Palm was terrifying, it couldn't harm anyone who had mastered the sixth level of the Golden Body Art. Wang Xuan was fearless.

The scene fell silent. Everyone was astonished, looking at Wang Xuan's foot. No wonder he was the one who kicked Great Grandmaster to death on the Pamir Plateau.

From the past to the present, in people's impressions and perceptions, the most powerful thing is still... his feet!

"You..." The men lying on the ground were all filled with shame and indignation, and were in excruciating pain. They felt as if their internal organs had been torn apart and were now about to rot.

Wang Xuan's seemingly materialized gaze gradually returned to normal, and he said, "If you hadn't attacked Qing Mu in such a despicable way, taking advantage of his ignorance of the Tongyou Palm and secretly contacting him to strike him a few times, I wouldn't have bothered you. We were just passively retaliating."

The people on the ground struggled to get up, their eyes blazing with fury. They realized that they might be crippled this time and would never be able to use their Old Arts again.

Wang Xuan warned, "I advise you all to lie on the ground and not move. Your injuries are very serious. Do not have any murderous intent now. When you look at me, you should remain calm. You cannot get angry with this kind of injury. You must maintain a peaceful state of mind, otherwise your internal organs will suffer many more cracks."

At the same time, he emphasized that he had already shown leniency.

Some people were speechless. This man's methods were truly extraordinary. He managed to keep the people lying on the ground calm and composed. This was a real test of their character.

Wang Xuan wasn't lying. Their internal organs were ruptured, so they absolutely couldn't get angry, or their lives would be in danger.

Da Wu nodded and said, "With Little Wang's skills, it wouldn't be difficult for him to kill a few people, but he still restrained himself, which shows that he is kind-hearted and very generous."

Old Wu's head was throbbing. What kind of logic was this? They almost beat someone to death, and yet they still managed to get their enemies to remain calm and collected. Such a troublesome kid was actually quite kind.

However, he didn't dislike it; on the contrary, he found it to his liking. He always dealt with enemies this way: either they obediently lay down or they died! Although Old Wu didn't take action himself, he never showed mercy to his enemies.

"If these people are really that despicable, then they deserve it." Someone stepped forward. He was a middle-aged man around forty years old. He walked steadily, his face calm and composed.

Wang Xuan looked at him with surprise and said, "If these people were to fight each other head-on, none of them would be a match for Qing Mu. Using underhanded methods is despicable."

The middle-aged man spoke up, "That's true, young man, you still went too far. Several people were either killed or crippled, and some even need artificial heart and lungs. Their future is uncertain. Even if they should be punished, it was still a bit excessive."

"Yes," someone agreed and nodded.

Wang Xuan glanced at them coldly, saying, "I see you and some other people around here are unfamiliar faces. Who are you? Most of the familiar faces practicing the Old Arts here have been to the Congling Mountains, fought alongside Great Grandmaster, and clashed with the New Arts faction. I didn't see you during the Pamir Plateau battle, but now you're here pontificating. Your people first injured Qing Mu, and now you say I went too far. Why don't you mention that the cause was you? After Great Grandmaster paved a bright future for the Old Arts, when his own life was hanging by a thread, you tried to kill his disciple. What kind of deep hatred could lead you to do such a heinous thing? How vicious your intentions are!"

Although there was no evidence, Wang Xuan noticed that these people were exchanging glances and knew that they were indeed in cahoots, so he didn't hold back and labeled them as such.

The middle-aged man paused slightly. He hadn't expected this young man to be so difficult to deal with. Without saying a word, he hung them up first, making it clear that they were up to no good.

Many people present changed their expressions. They had never seen this group before, yet they had come to the Old Arts camp. This was clearly an attempt to cause trouble.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "There are quite a few people who practice the Old Arts, and all kinds of people. After hearing about Great Grandmaster's glorious achievements in the Congling Mountains, we were greatly encouraged and called on our friends to come out of the mountains to do our part for the Old Arts, so we came here. However, many of us do not know each other. You cannot associate us with those who practice the Tongyou Palm and think that we all came with malicious intent."

"How will you do your best?" Wang Xuan asked.

"By exchanging skills and making friends, we can bring together practitioners of Old Arts to form a powerful force and make these Old Arts shine even brighter!" the middle-aged man said calmly.

Wang Xuan said coldly, "Are you trying to undermine Great Grandmaster because his life is hanging by a thread? Not only do you want to kill his disciples, but you also want to bring all the people practicing Old Arts here into your organization and into the power behind you. You're thinking quite far ahead, but isn't that a bit too wishful thinking?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. He felt that this young man was too perceptive. They did have some ideas, but they couldn't possibly put them into action immediately. As a result, they were the first to be exposed.

He said coldly, "You're overthinking it. We're here to exchange skills and make friends!"

Wang Xuan scanned the unfamiliar faces, his sharpness as clear as a drawn sword, exuding unparalleled power. He said, "Then stop talking nonsense. You, and all of you, come at me together! I will spar with all of you!"

He walked forward, facing the group of people alone.

He knew very well that this turmoil had only just begun. Some people had a lot of power and had actually instigated a group of people who practiced Old Arts to come here and do dirty work. The methods that followed would definitely be much more than this.

At the same time, he sighed inwardly, realizing he had been tricked by Old Chen again. The old guy was probably waiting for a big storm to come, and this was a way to get him out of the game early.

"Young man, you are incredibly arrogant. Don't label us like that." The middle-aged man would never admit to such things.

He said coldly, "Do you really think that just because you killed a dying Great Grandmaster, you're famous throughout the world and invincible? How dare you challenge us seniors who are willing to come out of seclusion and contribute to the preservation of the Old Arts? You've gone too far!"

Wang Xuan looked down at them and said, "At the very least, I've been to the Congling Mountains and dared to fight a decisive battle against the New Arts. I have a burning passion in my heart and dare to risk my life and shed blood to fight for the Old Arts! You lot were probably hiding somewhere back then, but now you're stirring up trouble for your own gain. Aren't you ashamed and disgraceful?!"

Then, he said coldly, "Enough with the nonsense. You all know what you are. You're nothing but a broken knife in someone else's hand, not even a sharp blade! I'm standing right here today. One by one, or a whole bunch of you, come at me. I'll take you all on by myself!"

"You've gone too far with your arrogance!" the men roared, as if their lungs had been pierced.

Wang Xuan ignored them, looked further into the distance, and said, "Those who practice the New Arts, the troublemakers behind it, and everyone else, if you're not satisfied, come and get me! I'll take you all on!"

The bark of the Qing Mu was flaring up; Little Wang was completely different today, he was really going to go on a killing spree!

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