Faced with a palm strike from the Fox Immortal Maiden, Zhang Chen remained unmoved, like a mountain, merely watching as the hand approached, as if it were a gentle breeze brushing against his face.
My five skills have an iron rule: as long as I capture someone's soul, they cannot harm me. If within three days I cannot deal with them, their soul will automatically return to their original body.
"Little Fox Spirit, you overestimate yourself, daring to show off before the Sect Ancestor." Zhang Chen smiled lightly, then the Fox Spirit's palm landed on his chest, but nothing happened afterward. If they were in the Material Realm, perhaps some dust would have stirred, but this place was a mysterious space.
"How is this possible!" The Fox Immortal Maiden stood dazed before Zhang Chen, her eyes fixed on him unharmed, filled with astonishment.
