The dimension of this power lay entirely beyond anything in Wei Zhao's understanding.

A sudden flash of insight struck Wei Zhao's mind.

"Quantum entanglement?"

He knew little about quantum mechanics—at most, he had heard of a few basic concepts.

Taking in the headless Xing Jun's entire performance, in a certain sense, it really did bear a considerable resemblance to this very thing.

Wei Zhao said with a meaningful air, "So it seems that by cutting off your head, I actually helped you?..."

Streaks of light whistled across the sky like bolts of lightning. Down in the valley below, amid the churning black qi, Gu Yinuo drifted out and gazed up at the heavens, murmuring to himself, "The time is not yet right—wait a little longer, wait a little longer!" His form plunged downward and vanished into the black qi.

And while Liyang and the others waited, people kept arriving, masked, each finding a seat and sitting down, most of them silent, with only a small portion conversing in low voices.

Dragon and his Revolutionary Army had indeed stirred up an enormous commotion, great enough to make people grind their teeth in astonishment; even Vlad, when he first received the news, had been utterly shocked—this was truly no news to be taken lightly.

As he pondered, Liyang suddenly raised his head to look at the distant, seemingly empty sea surface, his brows knitting—but when his gaze swept over the water where faint traces of sword qi still lingered, they smoothed out again.

Two identical Lian Haipings sat facing each other cross-legged; the original slowly opened his eyes and looked at the identical body before him, whose eyes were dull and in which no spirit had yet been born. Only by completing the second step of soul-splitting could the clone develop a mind of its own, separate entirely from the original, and become an independent existence.

With a sweep of Shu Cang's hand, the space within the tower suddenly darkened, and a giant skull formed of black qi, emitting a shrill and mournful screech, lunged to devour Mu Yuan.

All of this made the people of the Great Ming feel that machines were sometimes better than slaves—for slaves needed rest, while machines often needed none.

"I don't want you following me—don't you still have a lot of work to finish? Go busy yourself with your work!" She planted her hands on her hips and shot him a fierce glare, then flung her hands out and went into the bedroom.

A cultivator who had just returned to Mount Wanlin, seeing his companion's emotions become so agitated at the mention of the Blood Essence Pill, could not help asking in puzzlement.

This diagram was the match schedule for the finals, marked with the pairings of numbers against numbers.

"May I?" Tianlai Ya had no idea that her Heavenly Voice was utterly ineffective against Shen Feng, and she kept trying her utmost, even putting on a pitiful, pleading look on her face meant to inspire sympathy—which made the boys present, while envying Shen Feng, also feel indignant at his indifference.

Within the crescent moon, the divine-sense imprint left by Shen Feng transmitted a faint fluctuation, though it flickered away in an instant; to Shen Feng it felt as if it had just poked its head out only to be suppressed by some force. But that was already enough for Shen Feng's divine sense to lock onto the crescent moon's location.

By speaking in such a manner, the old shopkeeper was undoubtedly trying to sound out Bai Jifeng—to see how much stock he had on hand, and how much of it he himself might hope to get a share of.

"Really? That's how I am in Xi'er's eyes? Wonderful!" I could hardly suppress the joy in my heart; seeing me like this, Jiang Hui and Jiang Jing both let out a long breath of relief, for Jiang Hui's words had carried a deeper meaning—they were a test.

Having lost its lock on the target, the two-headed serpent emperor was like a boxer who had thrown a full-power punch only to hit empty air; its face immediately turned a purplish black, and though it barely managed to retract its inner core, both of its heads spat out a mouthful of vital blood at the same time.

At Melo's roar, the three water dragons too began to flaunt their might, swirling fiercely behind Melo, leaning their bodies forward and glaring at Zhao Yan with predatory eyes.