The vast grassy expanse stretched out beside the reed pond, now teeming with spectators. Several of the injured had been whisked away for medical treatment, their blood stains still fresh on the ground. The atmosphere was teeming with the intention to kill.0

Wang Xuan confidently moved forward, standing alone against a throng of people. His gaze was so piercing it felt like it could kill. Those who caught it found themselves feeling a strong sense of discomfort and even pain. This was a testament of his immense spiritual prowess. Many were reluctant to meet his eyes directly, feeling utterly dwarfed by his formidable presence.0

A tense silence filled the area, with no one daring to break it. Wang Xuan's footsteps resonated with a unique rhythm, initially subtle but growing louder and more pronounced, as if the earth itself trembled with each step.0

"The Dance of Dragons and Snakes," murmured the elderly man next to Zhong Qing. He recognized Wang Xuan's buildup of energy. When it was released, the destruction would be unparalleled.0

Zhong Qing, poised and graceful, voiced her curiosity softly, "How did he master two martial arts techniques in such a short time?"0

"In ancient times, there were such talents. But in recent years, they're a rare find. Even the revered Old Chen might not have accomplished this," the elder whispered back.0

Having practiced the Serpent-Crane Eight Style Technique himself, he was well aware of the intricacies involved. Legends said that at the peak of their skills, practitioners like the disciples of Zhang Daoling could shatter mountains with their kicks.0

"A prodigy indeed. We should recruit him....0