Aaron crushed the talisman seal. That was how it was activated.
Then he sensed a strange power.
It was entirely different from the inner force, spirituality, and Daoist arts he had seen before... carrying an eerie corrosiveness.
It made Aaron feel as though he were holding a ball of cold fire in his hand. This was no contradiction, but something real... and if he did not throw it away in time, it would burn him in turn.
So he directly controlled it with his mind, distributing the ball of fire among the Xuan Dynasty's hounds.
Then... a bizarre scene unfolded!
Those ordinary black-clad agents all wore vacant expressions, seemingly frozen in that instant for eternity, becoming one... wax statue after another?
Only a scant few, like Old Madam Sun, could still move, but their movements were extraordinarily slow, as though slowed down tenfold.
'In this state, even a child holding a knife could kill a Heavenly Pivot Grandmaster, right?'
'In this world, martial arts really have no future. You still have to cultivate strange arts!'
Aaron stepped forward a few paces and curiously touched Old Madam Sun's arm.
"Mm... even the texture of her clothes is so smooth. Have they turned into melted wax?"
He nodded, then touched Old Madam Sun's cheek. "Just as I thought—a wax statue... a living wax statue..."
As he spoke, he casually shifted aside and dodged Old Madam Sun's kick aimed at ending his bloodline.
"Are you... one of the strange ones?"
Old Madam Sun's face resembled an exquisitely crafted wax doll. Her lips slowly opened and closed as she asked her question.
"No... I've merely grasped a little of the power of strange arts."
Aaron sighed inwardly. 'And... it can only be used once. What a pity...'
He looked at Old Madam Sun, then