Xiao Ning nearly rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
In all the scenarios he had imagined, Wu Shu's response had never been this one.
Wu Shu fleeing in panic.
Wu Shu desperately bargaining for his life.
Wu Shu snarling threats about his powerful sect and ancient bloodline…
But not this.
This explosion of ruthless decisiveness was far beyond what Xiao Ning had expected.
"So this is the real Wu Shu…" A hint of amusement flashed through his eyes.
Though Wu Shu had always been arrogant and cruel toward weaker cultivators, when faced with a foe of equal or greater cultivation, the man did not hesitate for a single breath.
The moment the golden spiritual armor had formed upon his body, Wu Shu struck.
There was no sound, no cry of invocation—only a flash of light that seemed to fracture the very fabric of space.
Frozen Time Strike.
It came without warning.
