章 1595: Sun Moon Holy Palm

Outside the Dream Realm, Leng Xie stood as still as a statue in the destroyed sky.

Not far away, Su Mo had also revealed himself.

The two stood about 100 meters away from each other and both seemed to have turned into stones as a purple colored haze shrouded their bodies.

"What is going on?"

"Strength of a soul? This purple haze seems to be a Fighting Soul!"

"What Fighting Soul is that? Why have they become like that?"

One by one, the onlookers started to discuss among themselves, causing the scene to turn chaotic.

Everyone appeared confused and shocked. The purple haze was obviously a Fighting Soul, but no one knew what Fighting Soul it was.

Such strange Fighting Souls typically would not increase a martial artist's strength, but they had special abilities that left opponents defenseless.

Most people sighed. Although Su Mo and Leng Xie had only exchanged a few blows, it was hard to tell whose side victory belongs to.