Liang Yuan heard these words and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
"If it were last time, I would indeed have to be wary of you saying that."
"But now, haha."
"A golden helmet can hinder my spiritual attack, but can it hinder your own spiritual power?"
Liang Yuan said indifferently.
Jin Shirong was slightly stunned, not understanding.
"What are you saying?"
But Liang Yuan gently flicked his finger, and in the next moment, a figure instantly emerged from the void, fiercely lunging at Jin Shirong.
Jin Shirong had no time to react, turning his head suddenly and punching the figure.
The person made no attempt to resist, and with a loud bang, was instantly smashed into a pulp.
As the body's flesh and blood splattered, a soul quickly floated out.
Jin Shirong's expression changed dramatically: "My doppelganger!"
The person he had struck into pulp with a single punch turned out to be his doppelganger!
