Separated by more than twenty meters, Liu Shuyue had already stretched out both hands toward the two men in black.
"Freeze!"
Before the two even heard this soft shout, their bodies had already lost all ability to move; they couldn't even utter a warning.
At the same time, Chen Xuan leaped from the ground at the rear, pouncing toward the oncoming carriage. He flew nearly thirty meters through the air, yet landed without a sound, his toes firmly tapping down on the driver's bench.
If, back when he was a shopkeeper, he was still human—his body strengthened by Spiritual Qi yet still within the bounds of humanity—then now he had broken free of that limitation. His body of flesh and blood could no longer be measured by the standards of a carbon-based lifeform.
Chen Xuan stretched out both hands and grabbed the arms of the two men in black on his left and right.
In an instant, the opponents' memories surged into his mind like a tidal wave.
