Suppression

Pu Jue had gray hair and violet eyes, a lean figure, and wore a bright yellow robe. The moment he spoke, he exuded an overwhelmingly domineering air, looking down upon all beneath him.

Unlike ordinary Spirit Wheel Realm experts, his vital blood was condensed like iron and as vast as a mountain. Every movement he made carried an intimidating might.

The five Spirit Wheel Realm experts like Huan Tianxu, who had died at Su Yi's hands, were simply incomparable to Pu Jue.

Even Ye Changchun of the Kunwu Ye Clan was somewhat inferior by comparison.

Su Yi saw at a glance that although this man came from the Purple Moon Fox Clan, he was not a soul cultivator, but a body cultivator who had proven his Dao through his fleshly body!

This was rather unusual. After all, the Purple Moon Fox Clan's supreme inheritance, the Moon Calling Treasure Tome, was a bona fide soul cultivator scripture.

But Su Yi quickly understood.

Undoubtedly, the Purple Moon Fox Clan had already realized that soul cultivation methods were utterly useless against him, which was why they had sent Pu Jue, a body cultivator, here.

"Young Master Su, this time is different from before. If possible, please return the Golden Evil Gourd and cease involving yourself in this matter."

Pu Surong's expression was earnest.

Su Yi smiled. "What I have said will never change."

Pu Surong fell silent.

Su Yi rose to his full height from the rattan chair. "Your Purple Moon Fox Clan conducts itself openly and aboveboard. You have not resorted to any insidious, despicable tricks. For that alone, even if you lose to me this time, I will not make things difficult for you."

Pu Surong could not help but sigh softly, shaking her head again and again.

She did not