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Thrice Reckless Mad Saber took a deep breath and glanced at little friend Song Shuhang. Should he wake up little friend Shuhang and tell him to cremate him for real?

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The dead drunk Song Shuhang quickly sank into a dreamland.

Afterward, he had a frightening dream.

He was standing on the surface of a big lake in the dream.

Song Shuhang blinked his eyes in confusion. Since he was drunk, his reaction time was slower than usual.

But a huge vortex suddenly appeared beneath his feet in the next moment.

At the same time, a burst of strange laughter echoed in Song Shuhang’s ears.

It felt as though countless voices belonging to men, women, children, older people, as well as some undefined ones, had fused together.

Ahahaha! You are mine! You belong to me!

Your blood, your flesh, your bones, your hair, everything you have… is mine!

As the voice echoed, the vortex took the shape of a big puppet hand that headed toward Song Shuhang.

In a distant place, vortexes appeared on the surface of the lake one after another, and puppets made of water emerged from each vortex.

It was that cursed nightmare of the ancient Jet-Black Sect.

Song Shuhang clenched his teeth, and shouted, “It’s happening again?!” At the same time, he felt as though someone was pounding his head with a small hammer. The cause of this piercing pain he was feeling at this moment was his excessive mental energy.

Under normal circumstances, the piercing pain would forcefully wake Song Shuhang up from the dreamland.

But this strange dreamland was different, and Song Shuhang didn’t wake up.

“Senior White!” Song Shuhang called out. He wanted to see if he could get Venerable White’s help once again.

Unfortunately, Venerable White didn’t appear this time.

Song Shuhang rubbed his temples to alleviate the pain.

Then, he jumped upward and displayed the ❮Celestial Sprint❯ footwork.

Celestial bodies moved in a circle day and night without rest, over and over again. A virtuous man should follow suit, energetically and incessantly striving for self-improvement!

The strength of Song Shuhang’s body exploded. He stepped on the large hand beneath his feet before the latter could catch him, and used it as a springboard to quickly get away with the ❮Celestial Sprint❯ footwork.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a cultivator of the Fourth Stage Realm yet. Otherwise, he could have simply ridden his flying sword or flying saber, easily dodging the attacks of these puppet hands trying to catch him.

But right at this time, the whole surface of the lake surged, and myriad hands of various sizes belonging to those puppets of water rushed toward Song Shuhang.

There were hands as far as the eye could see; the scene was enough to make one’s scalp tingle with numbness.

How could one hide under these circumstances?

There wasn’t a single place left for him to land. Unless he could fly, there was no way he could escape from the hands of these puppets.

Song Shuhang subconsciously stretched out his hand and tried to grab his treasured saber Broken Tyrant. But unfortunately for him, he didn’t have the size-reducing purse on his body in the dreamland.

Song Shuhang shouted, “F*ck. Isn’t this the same as fighting against the Game Master? Both the setting and the equipment at my disposal are chosen by the opposite party! How can I even fight back under these conditions?”

Just as Song Shuhang was in deep thoughts, his body started to fall downward.

Below, the hands of the myriad puppets happily stretched upward, ready to grab Song Shuhang as he was crashing.

Fall down, fall down!

Merge with us and become one with us!

Everything you have… is ours!

That weird voice with countless other voices mixed within echoed again.

“Tsk!” Song Shuhang adjusted the angle of his body, and slightly raised his hand.

The innate liquid true qi of the ❮Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique❯ quickly revolved. The cry of a whale, which also resembled the cry of a dragon, was issued from his body.

Then, just as he was about to land on the surface of the lake, he punched.

❮Demon Subduing Buddhist Fist Technique One❯—Jingang Fall!

‘Jingang Fall’ was the name of some cool stance that Song Shuhang was visualizing in his mind.

All the light of virtue covering his body automatically mobilized along with his fist, forming the projection of a buddhist warrior around his body. The projection of the buddhist warrior wrapped Song Shuhang’s body, with the light of virtue being as dazzling as a small sun.