At that moment, when Lin Xuankong's Explosive Power surged over twentyfold, the entire world he perceived shifted into slow motion. On the platform halfway up the mountain, many Martial Cultivators were still chatting and laughing; their voices seemed to come to a halt. At one corner of the platform, the Jade Fan in Ye Kai's hand stopped mid-swing, the breeze it generated seemingly frozen. His eyes, fixed on Han Feiyan, locked into an expression of anger, frustration, and helplessness. Han Feiyan had just spat at him; a few droplets of saliva, moments from reaching Ye Kai's face, hung suspended an inch from his skin. Zhao Yufei, in the process of activating her Blood Seal Heavy Pupils, wore a look of fixed astonishment.
