"Really? I can only say you're celebrating too soon." Zhang Xiaohao scoffed.
With a flicker of his body, both fists carrying terrifying force, viciously smashed towards Zha Muzhen's head.
"Let me show you the Principle Silk of your subordinate!" Zha Muzhen said smugly.
His body flickered, ready to merge into the space between.
"Time stop!" Zhang Xiaohao growled lowly.
As his words fell, everything around stopped under Zhang Xiaohao's Power of Time, even Zha Muzhen's body, halfway into space, paused immediately.
"Time talent? Master, if your subordinate didn't condense a Space Law Silk, facing your Power of Time, your subordinate truly wouldn't be able to escape! But now, if your subordinate wants to leave, Master, you simply can't stop me." Zha Muzhen smiled smugly.
A milky white, crystalline thread spun out from his brain, the surrounding Power of Time rippled and was about to be broken.
