Against the backdrop of that somewhat eerie ancient battlefield ruin, Chuxuan stood upright, his black robe fluttering in the wind. His deep eyes stared intently at the arrogant and smug Black Fox. The Black Fox's deep green eyes flashed with cunning and malice; believing its conspiracy was flawless, it was currently immersed in the joy of impending success.
Chuxuan's lips curved slightly into a faint smile, and his voice was steady and confident: "Who says I have no way to catch you? To deal with you, I have a thousand ways." His tone was unhurried, yet it seemed to carry an intangible oppressive force, slowly echoing in the air.
"Hmph, you're just spouting alarmist nonsense." The Black Fox flicked its tail dismissively; it simply didn't believe Chuxuan had this ability. In its view, the Nine-Nether Soul-Departing Great Array it had meticulously arranged had long since trapped Chuxuan within it, and he was merely putting on a calm front.
Chapter 331