Completing the Sword Art

Mo Daosheng's eyes flew open.

Everything in the hall was normal.

All the Monsters were present.

No outsiders had come to visit.

Mo Daosheng closed his eyes again and resumed regulating his breathing.

Suddenly.

The dream returned.

Fu Xiuyi stood on a ceiling beam and asked with an Oddity look:

"Why did you run just now?"

Mo Daosheng opened his eyes, leaped onto the beam, and looked around.

There was nothing there.

No!

If Fu Xiuyi's power could seep into his dreams, that proved one thing—

She was a master of Soul Art.

He had already fallen for her technique!

When had it happened?

...The moment she appeared and looked at him, her Soul Art had already taken effect.

Granted.

On a battlefield, he feared no one, not even an army of the Human Race.

But human Soul Art...

It was strange and impossible to predict.

As he thought this, Mo Daosheng's eyes closed, and he fell asleep again.

The dream took shape almost instantly.

Mo Daosheng ignored everything else. He sprang up and attacked in every direction.

For several hours, he kept up a continuous, indiscriminate barrage over a wide area, yet she never appeared.

Mo Daosheng hesitated, then slowly stopped.

The next instant.

Fu Xiuyi appeared again.

She sat in the hall with a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands, beckoning to him:

“Grand Elder Mo, I hear you're narrow-minded and like getting angry with children. Is that true?”

"Come, let's have a proper talk about the reasoning behind that."

Mo Daosheng attacked without hesitation.

In an instant.

The entire dream collapsed.

Mo Daosheng's eyes flew open. His face twisted, and he suddenly shouted:

"You dare provoke me? Watch me tear your Luofu apart!"

He brought out a Formation Disc and teleported away, appearing in