On a street in central Dajing City.
Yellow-green ghost domains collided violently in midair.
Sickly green ghost fire intertwined with pitch-black, icy dead blood water, producing a teeth-grating hiss.
The two Ye Zhens were like mirror images, swinging identical long swords with the same force and at the same angle, hacking viciously into each other.
"You impostor! You think you're worthy of using my swordsmanship? This strike of mine is called Heaven Cleaver. What could you possibly block it with?"
The Ye Zhen on the left laughed wildly. The clothing over his chest had burned through, exposing a beating heart of ghost fire, and his long sword came crashing down with a curse of certain death.
"What shameless boasting, you fraud! I reign supreme across Asia, unmatched under heaven. You aren't even worthy of carrying my shoes!"
The Ye Zhen on the right refused to give an inch. A wound had been slashed into his body deep enough to expose bone, but what flowed out was not blood-it was pitch-black dead water.
They inflicted utterly horrific injuries on each other.
But both had a substitute death ghost inside them, which absorbed those fatal wounds perfectly.
Yang Jian stood at a safe distance, the ghost eye on his forehead swiveling uneasily.
He frowned deeply as he watched the absurd scene.
I can't intervene in the fight between these two Ye Zhens at all, Yang Jian thought, rapidly weighing his options.
At the center of the clash between the two yellow-green ghost domains, he could barely deploy his five-layer ghost domain.
If he forced it open, he would not be able to settle the fight instantly. Instead, he would only accelerate his own ghost eye's awakening.
As for a six-layer ghost domain... A ruthless glint flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.
He had