Chapter 841

However, at that moment, a sinister voice suddenly rang out. "Kid, who are you?"

"Who goes there?!"

Hearing that voice, Shen Xiu's body suddenly stiffened. He hurriedly turned around and looked at the old man behind him, wariness flashing between his brows.

"Hmph, this old man is called the Black-Robed Man. Calling me 'Ancestor' would not be beneath me."

The old man took a step forward and appeared before Shen Xiu. His yellowed pupils fixed tightly on Shen Xiu, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Black-Robed Man?"

Shen Xiu frowned, then looked toward the old man's chest. The mark there was a pitch-black skull.

"So, you really are the Black-Robed Man!"

Shen Xiu narrowed his eyes, and deep apprehension rose on his face. This old man was truly terrifying. A mere soul body possessed such dreadful power—if he had a physical body, how powerful would he be?

"Heh heh, kid, since you've recognized that I am the Black-Robed Man, hand over the treasures on you obediently."

The old man let out an eerie chuckle and stared greedily at Shen Xiu, looking as though he wished he could skin him alive and devour him raw.

Shen Xiu merely smiled at his words.

"Why should I hand over the treasures on me?"

"You..."

The old man's gaze instantly turned cold. His withered claws suddenly shot forth, sweeping down toward Shen Xiu.

"Paltry tricks."

Shen Xiu shouted coldly. His body suddenly trembled, and a vast sword intent surged from him. The void beneath his feet shattered inch by inch before finally turning to dust.

Splat!

The old man's body was torn apart by that sword intent, turning into countless fragments that scattered downward.

At that moment, Shen Xiu felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

This ease did not come from a surge in