Usually gentle and refined, Zhou Xuan now looked like a desperado, tightly restraining the Banana Taoist with both hands.

Neither could escape; Zhou Xuan faced the wind blades while the Banana Taoist was repeatedly pierced by the Bone Teeth.

However, Zhou Xuan still possessed the exceptionally strong "Star Body."

The Star Law could not only make Zhou Xuan’s body intangible but also enhance the hardness of his physique.

Yet, as strong as the Star Body was, the wind blades of the Gang Feng were powerful enough, striking Zhou Xuan’s body with clinking sounds, creating some cracks on his body, and blood seeped out tragically.

As for the Banana Taoist, his situation was even more miserable. He neither had a Golden Body nor was his body strength notable among the experts of Jing Country. He was pierced into a bloody gourd by the sharp Bone Teeth.

It was then that the Hulu Taoist realized—they had entered a dream.

When Zhou Xuan broke through and emerged, there was a "thump" of the gavel in the theater.

The gavel struck very discreetly, and at that moment, everyone’s attention was focused on Zhou Xuan, completely ignoring that terrifying sound.

"We’ve entered a dream. Zhou Xuan can come and go freely in this dream. It’s the storyteller’s method, ’Strolling Leisurely.’"

"We’ve all entered a dream. Break the dream, break the dream!"

The Hulu Taoist immediately roared, but if it were that easy to break the storyteller’s dream, this Tangkou wouldn’t be one of the three strongest in Jing Country.

Among the Tun Jia Taishang, there wasn’t a single person with sufficient means to counter the dream.

The Hulu Taoist hurriedly activated his yellow paper shoes, trying to chase after Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan and the Banana Taoist were fighting for their lives; he had no hands free to deal with the Hulu Taoist, but he didn’t need to free his hands.

He merely turned his head to gaze at the Hulu Taoist, coldly saying, "Hulu Taoist, I know your yellow paper shoes possess some wonders, allowing you to tread as if on flat ground within Lao Yun’s mountain terrain, but here... is not a mountain terrain. It’s my dream, and you will find it hard to move an inch."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stage lights transformed the ground into a vast sea of sand.

Underneath seemed to be an infinitely deep pit, and the yellow sand all around turned into flowing sand like waves, continuously pouring into the pit, creating a massive pulling force, dragging the Hulu Taoist underground.

"Zhou Xuan, your dream really has some tricks."

The Hulu Taoist’s body kept sinking. He used all his strength, but could barely maintain himself from being swallowed by the quicksand, dreaming of pulling himself out to save the Banana Taoist was utter folly.

And Zi Niu and Red Pill Supreme, like the Hulu Taoist, could neither advance nor retreat.

In front of these three Supremes, Zhou Xuan relentlessly wielded the Bone Teeth, slicing the flesh of the Banana Taoist bit by bit; in mere moments, countless pieces of flesh bounced at the Taoist’s feet.

His chest and abdomen were already showing the gray-white ribs clearly. With labored breath, he cried weakly, "Senior brothers, save me... save me... Zhou Xuan is a madman... save me."

"Old Taoist, stop yelling. No one can save you."

Zhou Xuan beckoned the flying Bone Teeth into his hand and then, with two cuts, severed the Banana Taoist’s left and right scapula, then stabbed them into the Taoist’s eye socket, viciously hooking them and dragging them an inch towards himself like pulling a dog.

He stepped on the Taoist’s head, glaring at Hulu, Red Pill, Zi Niu, and said, "I’ll first slay this old dog, then cut you three from the dream one by one to honor the spirits of Lao Yun and Mountain Ancestor in heaven."

As he said this, one hand grabbed the Taoist’s topknot, while the other gripped the Bone Teeth tighter,

"Old dog, I’ll send you on your way."

Just as his Bone Teeth was about to stab into the back of the Banana Taoist’s head, suddenly a sound of pounding medicine echoed.

"Clang! Clang!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The pounding of medicine was like golden stones, and with each sound, the dream Zhou Xuan had constructed showed more signs of decay.

"Using sound to conquer the dream?"

Zhou Xuan discerned the Medicine Buddha’s technique.

"Zhou Xuan, Jing Country has few means to counter the storyteller, but our Buddha Country has plenty of ways to break storyteller dreams... How dare you be unruly."

Having seen the effect of the medicine-pounding technique, the Medicine Buddha grew audacious in her speech.

The eternal nemesis of dreams was the Divine Skills based on "Sound."

For instance, the Music Master’s "Law of Music" was one of the nemeses of the storyteller’s dream.

"With my pounding and White Hairs, Zhou Xuan, if I catch you, I’ll certainly ’take good care’ of you..."

The Medicine Buddha’s Golden Body was pounding medicine against the Golden Alms Bowl, while her White Hairs floated delicately towards Zhou Xuan like fine silk threads.

Zhou Xuan dared not delay; his Bone Teeth shifted from stabbing to slicing, forcefully cutting at the back of the Banana Taoist’s neck, and instantly, the Taoist’s severed head hung in Zhou Xuan’s hand.

"Go!"

He spun a kick, sending the head flying towards the Hulu Taoist, then he withdrew into the space crevices with Turtle Breath, to avoid the pursuit of those White Hairs.

"Junior brother, oh junior brother."

The Hulu Taoist, holding the Banana Taoist’s severed head, wailed in pain.

This wailing, half depressive, for although it was his junior brother—his disciple—who died by his own hands, it was not sorrowful but dying by an outsider’s hands made him feel like "when one hare dies, the fox grieves."