Chu Huai Xu died peacefully.
In this incredibly realistic dream, he was just about to pass through the fog before him, get a clear look at the woman's face, and then viciously ravage her to avenge the sword strike from earlier!
The next moment, Sword Light flashed, and he was swallowed by it again, instantly reduced to dust and chopped down to nothing but scraps.
He died in an instant.
He did not even have time to react, let alone resist.
Her sword was too fast!
It had clearly been nothing more than a casual strike, yet it possessed such power.
That suffocating sensation on the level of his soul came again, and Chu Huai Xu felt as though he had truly died.
Then he came back to life again, returning to the exact spot he had occupied before.
Chu Huai Xu kept dying and coming back to life like this. Again and again.
This was clearly his own dreamscape.
Yet he did not seem to be its master.
He was already aware that he was dreaming. By rights, he should have possessed the Supreme power of a creator!
By rights, so long as he wished it, he should have been able to do anything he wanted to this woman.
Yet in the dream, he was nothing more than a First Realm cultivator.
And what about that woman across from him?
She was terrifyingly strong, strong enough to defy the heavens!
The difference between them was like an insurmountable chasm!
Every time Chu Huai Xu swung his sword, he felt that the Sword Light could destroy heaven and earth.
As for him, he merely happened to be reduced to ashes along with everything else.
After repeating this ten times, he returned to the starting point once more, still standing in