What they were using now was a combined secret art of the Time Temple.
This secret art could rewind the time within a target area to its state ten breaths ago.
If used on living beings, it could return an opponent's cultivation, injuries, and even memories to the past. It would work even against Quasi-Saints.
Bizarre to the extreme.
It was precisely by relying on such a combined secret art that they were so arrogant and contemptuous.
Even if they encountered a Quasi-Saint cultivator, they could still kill them.
Yet in the face of their confidence-filled combined secret art, Ye Lin's expression remained unchanged. He thrust out another sword.
This sword was still ordinary.
It looked utterly unremarkable, as though it carried no killing power whatsoever.
Yet where the sword tip pointed, the phantom of the time hourglass abruptly froze, then began to... flow in reverse.
This was not time reversal. Rather, the flow of the laws of time themselves had been forcibly reversed by this sword.
The temporal domain formed by the three men's combined attack shattered piece by piece like a mirror. The backlash made them cough blood and fly backward at the same time.
"Pfft."
"Impossible! You clearly show no trace of cultivating the Great Dao of Time—how can you control the laws of time?"
"Putting that aside, why haven't you forcibly suppressed us yet?"
"This is impossible."
The red-haired woman pointed at Ye Lin and shouted.
Any Quasi-Saint cultivator knew something of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
But knowing a little did not mean being powerful.
They believed that Ye Lin certainly understood the laws of time, but he clearly cultivated the sword Dao. Why could his laws of time crush theirs?
They were specialists in the laws of time!
Faced with their questioning, Ye Lin