Fengdu Space.
"Fake or not, you still think you're worthy of fighting me!" Meng Jingzhou roared, flames seemingly engulfing his entire body.
They weren't real flames. His vital energy was simply so abundant that his pure-yang aura poured out and set the surrounding spiritual energy ablaze.
Anyone who came near him would be burned by his pure-yang aura. That was why the Thief King didn't dare approach him.
This phenomenon of pure-yang aura burning had never occurred before, not in all history. If it had to be named, it could be called the Pure Yang Domain.
And the shadow Meng Jingzhou wielded was naturally the Pure Yin Domain.
Meng Jingzhou's fist techniques were unyielding and pure yang, domineering beyond measure. The shadow Meng Jingzhou's were yielding and pure yin, gentle as water. Yin and yang clashed; sun and moon vied for brilliance. It was like watching a taiji diagram come to life, leaving everyone else in awe.
The Thief King had badly wounded the six shadows, and the six former Netherworld Sect Masters soon claimed victory. Mu Baiyi wanted to control those corpses and have them help Meng Jingzhou.
But the pure-yang and pure-yin auras around Meng Jingzhou were too intense for the corpses to approach, so they could only watch from afar.
The longer Meng Jingzhou fought a version of himself who was his complete opposite, the more furious he became. Lu Yang was already fighting a demigod, while he was still being held up by some petty trick devised by Divine Lord Siheng.
Whatever move he used, his opponent answered with its exact opposite.
"I refuse to believe this!"
Meng Jingzhou flew into a rage, stripped off his shirt, and decided to go all out.
Then he saw his opponent start taking off his clothes too.
"Don't copy