She suddenly realized that bringing Chen Yan into the group might have been the best decision she had made on this trip to the Secret Realm.
Chen Yan's steps paused briefly, and his gaze settled on Master Wuxiang.
He didn't believe his senses could be wrong.
It wasn't arrogance. It was the intuition and confidence he had forged by repeatedly walking the line between life and death.
Just now, for an instant, Master Wuxiang had been consumed by the burden of his past killings. His strength had surged several times beyond normal, and he had forcibly taken Chen Yan's palm strike head-on.
Although Chen Yan hadn't used much strength or taken the attack seriously, the strangeness and power of that state were enough to make him wary.
A thought stirred in his mind.
Time Stroll—activated.
In an instant, everything within several hundred meters was dragged into another flow of time. Dust motes hung motionless in the air. The startled look Meng Ran hadn't yet managed to conceal froze on her face. Master Wuxiang's fingers stopped as they rolled his prayer beads, and even the movement of light seemed to slow a hundredfold.
Ever since he had broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, Time Stroll had undergone a qualitative leap in power.
In the past, to use it to its full effect, he had to envelop himself and, at most, Bai Lingshuang and a few members of the Broken Eagle Squad. Now, it could cover several hundred meters, forming a domain of its own.
Though it seemed only a single breath had passed, that frozen moment gave Chen Yan ample time to examine every detail around Master Wuxiang.
Yet there was nothing unusual.
All traces of the burden of past killings had vanished completely, as if the outburst moments earlier had