Wu Mo stood up, his voice indifferent as he said: "Don’t rush to answer. I’ll give you time to consider because those who dare fight me in the same realm have never lived!"

Wu Mo’s voice wasn’t loud, but the confidence within was higher than mountains, deeper than oceans. It was the iron-blooded confidence forged by being invincible in the same realm.

The entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent, as all eyes turned towards Lin Feng, wanting to see whether he dared to contest.

If Lin Feng agreed to fight, he was almost certainly dead!

Wu Mo’s strength wasn’t actually powerful, but it was bizarrely unparalleled. Even those far stronger than Wu Mo have met regret at his hands.

Lin Feng remained expressionless. In Wu Chen’s memory, Wu Mo’s name was also echoed like thunder.

"Dream Demon Battle Soul?" Lin Feng’s curiosity sparked. What kind of Battle Soul was this? What abilities did it have?

On the stands, Wu Yuan noticed Lin Feng didn’t immediately agree, so he sneered and said: "Wu Chen, so what if your combat power defies the heavens? You still dare not fight Wu Mo!"

He worried Lin Feng wouldn’t dare to accept the challenge, thus began provoking Lin Feng to ignite his competitiveness.

Lin Feng ignored Wu Yuan, his gaze fixed on Wu Mo clad in black robes. He hesitated slightly before heavily nodding.

"Get on the Battle Platform!" Lin Feng said indifferently. No matter what mystery the opponent held, he felt no fear.

"Very well!" Wu Mo responded with a grin, revealing a set of snow-white teeth, astonishingly eerie.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, a shadow flickered, and Wu Mo’s form appeared on the Battle Platform, standing opposite Lin Feng.

"Since you’ve chosen death, I’ll fulfill it!" Wu Mo said calmly.

"Don’t be too sure of yourself!" A flash of killing intent appeared in Lin Feng’s eyes.

"Taste the nightmare!" Wu Mo laughed coldly, as a phantom rose behind him, turning into a hazy mist.

This mist was grey-white in color and expanded swiftly upon appearance, instantly filling the entire Battle Platform.

Without surprise, Lin Feng’s form was also instantly engulfed in the hazy mist.

The next moment, his vision shifted, placing him in a dimly lit room.

The room was like a cage. Lin Feng noticed both his hands and feet were bound by extremely thick chains to a huge cruciform structure.

He felt powerless, unbelievably weak, as if his entire cultivation had vanished.

"What’s happening?" Lin Feng was shocked internally, utterly puzzled by the situation. How could he be captured?

Was it an illusion technique? Or a dreamscape?

"Hehe! Wu Chen, how do you wish to die?" Wu Mo appeared before Lin Feng, holding a short knife thin as a cicada’s wing.

"Wu Mo, what is this place?" Lin Feng asked in a deep voice.

"This is a dream, crafted within my created dreamscape!" Wu Mo grinned, showing his ghastly white teeth, not concealing anything, for few in the same realm could escape his dreamscape.

"A dreamscape!" Lin Feng’s heart sank, but he wasn’t overly surprised. With the opponent’s Battle Soul being the Dream Demon Battle Soul, creating dreamscapes was expected.

However, he hadn’t anticipated the dreamscape to be so eerie and terrifying!

Sizzle!

At that moment, Wu Mo reached out, directly plunging the short knife into Lin Feng’s chest.

Uh~~

Lin Feng let out a muffled grunt, as intense pain surged from his body, blood continuously flowed down his chest.

"My favorite thing is torturing and killing geniuses, especially strong ones!" As Wu Mo spoke, he withdrew the knife and stabbed Lin Feng again.

Wounded twice, Lin Feng’s blood gushed forth like a spring, miserably so, with the fierce pain assaulting his spirit.

Yet, Lin Feng forced himself to calm, immediately connecting with his Devouring Battle Soul.

This place was a dreamscape, cultivation was useless; only the power of Battle Soul could break through!

Fortunately, even within a dreamscape, Lin Feng could still connect with the Battle Soul inside him.

He was about to activate the Devouring Battle Soul but quickly suppressed the thought. The Dream Demon Battle Soul was extraordinary, he wanted to see just how powerful it was.

Subsequently, Lin Feng connected with the white Longsword Battle Soul, immediately channeling the power of the Battle Soul.

Buzz buzz buzz~~

A surge of Sword Power erupted from his body, carrying awe-inspiring sharpness, causing the dreamscape cage to tremble slightly.

However, though the cage trembled, it showed no signs of breaking.

"It’s useless. My Dream Demon Battle Soul is a perfect soul among thousands; it cannot be broken!" Wu Mo sneered coldly, starting to slash Lin Feng’s body with the short knife.

Slash slash slash!!

The sound of blades cutting flesh echoed, teeth-gritting, and soon Lin Feng’s body bore over ten deep visible-bone wounds.

This caused Lin Feng’s blood to nearly drain completely, leaving him weak and exhausted, almost without the strength to move a finger.

Still, Lin Feng wasn’t overly concerned. It was a dreamscape; as long as he held firm to his consciousness, he wouldn’t die.

He also guessed the opponent aimed to break his will and crush his convictions before killing him entirely.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng once again connected with the twelve Sword Stars, coupling them with the white Longsword Battle Soul, the Sword Power on his body reached its peak.

Rumble!

As Lin Feng employed a vast amount of stars and Battle Soul, this cage shook violently, seeming almost ready to collapse under pressure.

"How is this possible? Your Battle Soul is actually this strong?" Wu Mo’s face turned anxious upon witnessing this.

To bring his crafted dreamscape near collapse, this Wu Chen’s Battle Soul, could it also be a perfect soul!

"Hmph! No matter how strong you are! You won’t break my dreamscape!" Wu Mo snorted coldly, desperately stabilizing the cage while raising the short knife to strike Lin Feng’s head.

"I’m taking your Battle Soul!" A weak voice escaped Lin Feng’s mouth, yet he immediately activated his Devouring Battle Soul.

He had already grasped where the opponent’s dreamscape faltered, easy to break open.

Boom!

With the activation of the Devouring Battle Soul, the cage space immediately collapsed, vanishing into the air.

"This can’t be!"

Wu Mo’s terrified voice echoed, then abruptly ceased.

...

Outside.

Everyone in the Martial Arts Arena widened their eyes, tightly fixed on Wu Chen and Wu Mo on the platform.

Their forms were stationary, as if two stone statues, completely petrified.

All knew the battle between them had begun.

This was an invisible clash, strange and terrifying!

Wu Mo killed without shedding a drop of blood, yet able to take lives.

"How long do you think Wu Chen can last?"

"Wu Chen is very strong, he should endure over ten breaths, right!"

"That’s impossible. In the same realm, no one survives more than ten breaths against Wu Mo!"

"I guess he could last seven or eight breaths!"

Many whispered, speculating on how long Lin Feng could withstand Wu Mo.

No one thought Lin Feng could exceed ten breaths, because Wu Mo killed those in the same realm without needing ten, regardless of the opponent’s strength.

Wu Yuan’s face showed a faint smile. Wu Chen was finally going to die, and Wu Lie’s revenge would be served.

Just then, everyone noticed Wu Chen’s face on the platform suddenly turned pale.

"Haha! Only four breaths have passed! Wu Chen can’t hold on?"

"Six breaths are his limit!"

"Indeed, Wu Mo is terrifying!"

"Even Wu Chen, so strong, can’t withstand Wu Mo for ten breaths. Wu Mo is truly invincible in the same realm!"

Seeing this, the crowd burst into commotion, chatter arose, for Wu Chen seemed defeated!