A Technique for Splitting into Three

The Jade Cutting Saber drifted gently downward, seemingly devoid of power and slow in speed. Yet it was like the gloom within one's heart. Unless one recognized it and walked out of it by oneself, it would follow one forever, impossible to escape or resist. One might think one had already forgotten it, but at a particular time and in a particular place, the sight of something would stir old feelings, returning one to the past.

The assassin raised his head coldly and looked upward in confusion. Meng Qi's body loomed like a hill, blocking the sunlight shining down. His face was sunk in shadow, leaving only a pair of eyes blazing brightly, flickering with lightning, concealing chaos, carrying a hint of pity, a hint of compassion, and a hint of a thunderous admonition. He looked like an immortal or deity.

Using the saber to carry the palm, Only I Am Supreme, interrogating the heart!

At that instant, Meng Qi sensed the assassin's momentary hesitation. He then roared, his voice a clear-sky thunderbolt:

"Got you!"

The moment his voice, which shook Shi Xiaoxiu and the others' thoughts into stillness, fell, Meng Qi suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Through the subtle heart-to-heart connection, the assassin's mind was utterly without ripples, like an icy lake. He did not seem like a living person, but more like the dead. That momentary hesitation had come from somewhere utterly inexplicable!

In the blink of an eye, Meng Qi had no time to ponder this strangeness. Since the assassin had hesitated and was temporarily unable to turn incorporeal and switch places, that was his chance!

Enduring the pain of one head being destroyed, as well as the weakening caused by no longer being able to split his mind four ways and launch a combined assault