In an instant, the lightning-fast attacks of the cultivator surnamed Ma and his companion fell like the crest of a towering wave, then suddenly became a stream trickling slowly through the woods.
The shift from fast to slow was so abrupt that the three members of the Frost Household found the sight eerie, even absurd.
Before their eyes, the two cultivators' movements, swift as dragons, turned strangely slow. They could even see their opponents' fingers rising bit by bit to form hand seals.
At the same time, another extreme accompanied it all: while everything had slowed, a light breeze suddenly brushed past them.
That breeze did not belong in this space where everything moved so slowly, yet it sprang up all the same and swept past, soft and smooth...
Then the cultivator surnamed Ma and the tall, thin cultivator in green robes saw, to their horror, four people suddenly appear five yards away.
They were a young man in black and the gray-robed elder's family of three, who were still in a daze.
Only then did the two cultivators realize their attacks were still descending, slowly and pointlessly, lower and lower...
He... he must be a mid- or high-level cultivator!
Understanding struck them both at once. Only a cultivator above the Golden Core Realm could do this.
But they could not tell whether he was in the Golden Core Realm or some Nascent Soul grand cultivator out wandering for pleasure.
Horror seized them. They could not spare a thought for the spiritual power still pouring from their hands or their continuing attacks. Their minds reacted several times faster than their bodies.
They had already cried out.
"Senior, spare—"
"Sen—"
The words had barely left their mouths when everything fell still.
It was far too late. They had died when that