The corners of Chen Mu's mouth curved into a faint smile, his eyes like a cold abyss. "Looks like you're very confident."
The black-robed man, however, looked as if he had everything under control. With a soft laugh, he slowly said, "There are corpses everywhere. You weren't the ones who did this, were you?"
"You're nothing but scavengers picking up scraps. Once I drive you off, all these spoils will belong to me."
Chen Mu's expression remained calm and composed, but his gaze turned as cold as frost. "Are you sure you want to fight us?"
The black-robed man snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over Chen Mu and the others with a sneer. "This much wealth isn't something a few Soul ancestors and Soul Elders like you can handle. I'd advise you not to seek your own deaths."
Chen Mu shook his head lightly, a trace of amusement in his tone. "Oh? It seems we really have been underestimated."
The black-robed man chuckled, the sound carrying a hint of chill and strangeness.
His gaze swept over Chen Xiaojun and the others, who were absorbing soul rings, and a flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes.
"Oh, there are three more absorbing soul rings. Hm? That boy is absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. To have reached the Soul King realm at such a young age—what a genius!"
"Dragons don't dwell with snakes. This is a little more interesting than I expected. It seems your group truly shouldn't be underestimated."
At this moment, Du Gu Fu crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he replied, "What, you look down on snakes?"
The black-robed man was taken aback, then raised a finger and wagged it gently. "Not quite. But when you consciously think of yourself as a