The moment the black-robed elder’s eerie green eyes focused on Su Yi, a strange and sinister soul imprint slammed into Su Yi’s sea of consciousness.

“A mere Origin Palace cultivator dares use a soul art to ambush me?” Su Yi’s gaze was unfathomable.

Boom!

As the power of his divine sense circulated, the soul imprint burst like paper mache.

Splurt!

The black-robed elder coughed up blood, and his soul was in agony. He visibly lost his composure.

This is bad! He turned to flee, only for Su Yi to appear in front of him, seemingly out of nowhere. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man in black by the throat, holding him aloft as if he were a chicken.

This development left Ge Qian, Yuan Heng, and Bai Wenqing stunned.

“I don’t seem to know you,” said Su Yi. “Why did you attack me?”

The black-robed elder before him was in the mid-stage Origin Palace Realm, and the aura emanating from him was sinister and vicious. He most likely practiced a demonic legacy.

However, Su Yi didn’t recognize him at all.

The man in black struggled like mad, but it was to no avail.

However, when he heard Su Yi’s question, he seemed to calm down. “Fellow...