"Die, you bastard!"
Within the Fengdu Space, the great sun hung high in the sky. Meng Jingzhou broke through in the midst of battle, his fist technique shedding its old form and transforming completely, truly recreating the invincible might of ancient times. He swept all before him, and in a clash of fists, he shattered his own shadow with a single punch.
Many ghostly shadows huddled together and trembled when they saw this scene. Meng Jingzhou's yang energy was simply too vigorous—he was their natural enemy.
"Finally got it done."
Meng Jingzhou wiped the sweat from his brow. What a hassle without the Dao Fruit embryonic form. It had taken him so long to deal with a single opponent.
"Senior Brother Meng, are you all right?" Man Gu came over to check on Meng Jingzhou and handed him a towel.
Meng Jingzhou flashed a carefree smile. "What could possibly happen to me? I wonder how Old Lu is doing outside. Why hasn't he come back after so long? I'll go take a look."
Meng Jingzhou opened the door to the Fengdu Space and stuck half his body out. Zhongshan Commandery was a scene of utter devastation, with wreckage strewn everywhere. Wave after wave of razor-sharp killing intent swept over from all directions.
He saw two immortals fighting fiercely in the sky. One looked exactly like the qilin of legend, while the other was wrapped in black mist, his identity unknown.
Traces of their battle filled both heaven and earth: shattered space, chaotic astral winds, claw marks, and bite marks.
Meng Jingzhou: "..."
What happened here? Shouldn't Old Lu be fighting Divine Lord Siheng outside?
Just as Meng Jingzhou was about to pull back and return to the Fengdu Space to clear his head, three figures came racing from not far