Chu Xisheng examined the tiny wound on the back of his hand, a trace of lingering fear in his eyes.
The wound had been grazed open by the trailing edge of a strand of temporal power. It was less than half an inch long and only a hair deep.
Even Chu Xisheng's blood of eternal ages could not help him recover quickly.
He concentrated for a moment, then tentatively activated "an instant of time." Only then did he see the wound slowly heal.
Just as I thought, Chu Xisheng reflected. Only the same temporal power can help me erase a temporal wound.
But the temporal power he commanded was a full two levels below that of those three mysterious enemies.
At some point, Leng Chana had come to stand beside the shattered boulder.
He carefully examined its several smooth cut surfaces, his gaze exceptionally grave.
"This is a wound of time! The innate divine ability of the ancient Giant God Zhu Guangyin."
As Leng Chana spoke, he turned to look at Chu Xisheng with utter seriousness, his voice carrying a warning. "I advise you not to study that sword move any further, junior brother. Otherwise, you will certainly die!"
Chu Xisheng's expression shifted slightly. "Senior brother, did you see clearly just what attacked me? Where did they come from? Where did they go?"
His spiritual perception was already extremely strong. Otherwise, he would not have sensed the danger in advance and dodged in time.
But precisely because all his mental energy had gone into staying alive and evading, he had failed to glimpse the attackers' true forms.
Without hesitation, Leng Chana curled a finger. "One hundred thousand. No bargaining!"
Chu Xisheng's heart twitched. *A twentieth of the hard-earned money I made through all that killing is actually slipping into Leng