"You seem... very surprised?" Yang Chen struggled to his feet. By the time he had fully risen, his injuries had vanished without a trace.
He was still completely unharmed. On the contrary, Bai Wuheng had fallen to the ground, wracked with unbearable pain and panic.
"How is this possible? How did you do it? How could my Dream Chaser Stab be broken?!" Bai Wuheng roared.
Yang Chen murmured, "Dream Chaser Stab—so that is what your move is called. Not a bad technique. But you should also know that this move specifically attacks the soul. That means this is a contest of souls between you and me. Unlike other techniques, however, Dream Chaser Stab forcibly drags the enemy into a dreamscape, an inescapable struggle of souls. It truly is extraordinarily brilliant. Unfortunately, your Soul Realm is still lacking somewhat."
"That cannot be right! I am in the Body Integration Realm, while you are only at the Golden Venerate Stage. How could your Soul Realm possibly be stronger than mine?!" Bai Wuheng was filled with unwillingness.
Yang Chen said coldly, "Your Soul Realm is indeed not weak. When I struggled, resisting it took every ounce of effort I had. But unfortunately, I am still stronger in the end. The one controlling this dreamscape is not you—it is me!"
Though Dream Chaser Stab was exceedingly domineering, the more domineering a move was, the more it possessed correspondingly domineering flaws. This applied to both his techniques and those of others. There could be no perfect technique in this world; even if one existed, it would inevitably inflict an immensely severe drain upon one's true qi and body.
Dream Chaser Stab's flaw was that once it was unleashed, it could not be abandoned halfway through. Most crucially, if the enemy's Soul Realm surpassed one's own,