"My art of control is naturally exquisite," Big-Headed Boy replied proudly.
But the next instant, he paused slightly. "You actually found your own way... this quickly?"
Original creation had always been the hardest, while copying was the simplest. But with cognition and operations this complex, even reproducing them exactly was extremely difficult.
Yet in such a short time, the other party had actually succeeded in adapting it... Where the hell was the justice in that?
"It might not necessarily work," Qu Jianlei said with a faint smile, then his figure flashed and vanished.
The movement was extremely fast, but it could not escape the perception of anyone present!
Even Song Yue'er and Luo Fu, whose cultivation levels were the lowest, sensed it!
In the previous moment, True Venerable Qu had also existed in the form of a phantom, standing... more than thirty thousand kilometers tall!
In the next moment, that enormous phantom slammed into the even more enormous Dao Stele.
A height of a mere thirty thousand kilometers, compared with a Dao Stele over ten billion kilometers tall... really was nothing but a speck of dust.
In that instant, all the cultivators froze. "What the hell..."
This accident shocked everyone so deeply that the operation of a few formations almost suffered for it!
"He's running off like that?" True Monarch Twin-Wings was the first to voice his inability to accept it. "That posture really is bizarre... should we also?"
"You fucking... don't tell anyone you know me," White Mist actually took human form, covering his face with both hands. "That's entering the game with his own body!"
Human Head's face darkened as he looked toward Ancestor Tong and spoke in a sinister voice. "Just what did you teach him?"
"Get lost!" Big-Headed Boy snapped irritably. "Don't get in the way!"