Snowflakes filled the air, but Ji Xiu controlled their flurry with his hands and feet, shaping them into a Dragon Head with his movements.
ROAR!
Abruptly, a faint, illusory roar echoed, seeming to rise from the young man's very spine.
The stance was unleashed in a flash.
Duan Chenzhou, hands clasped behind his back, emerged slowly with Qin Zhuo at his side, just in time to witness this exact scene.
"Martial Uncle, since when were our School's fist and foot techniques so miraculous?"
"When did the Ancestral Master ever leave behind such a 'Secret Boxing and Kicking' technique before he passed on!"
Qin Zhuo, who had just been reeling from the shock of Ji Xiu breaking his Body's Great Limit, came out to see Ji Xiu treading upon the accumulated snow. Against the twilight, he was spontaneously performing a set of what was, at a single glance, an initiated 'Secret Martial Dao'.
