Xiao Yang slowly raised his hand and stopped them, "No need to worry about you, I will leave with you myself!"

The group of subordinates were at a loss for a moment and looked at the young man with a blank look. Seeing that the man nodded slightly, they stepped aside.

The young man then turned around and took Xiao Yang toward the courtyard in the center.

Walking into the courtyard, the young man ordered the group of men to take care of Xiao Yang, and then ran alone to report to the patriarch of the tribe.

After a long time, the old man in a white shirt walked to Xiao Yang behind his hands, and looked at Xiao Yang carefully with two eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know where this is?"

Xiao Yang replied with a laugh: "Of course I know! Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here!"

"Haha, I'm so brave! So I think you came here for the ancient Dana's tomb?"

Xiao Yang did not hide it and said bluntly: "That's natural! Otherwise, why should I go to a place where even the ghosts can't see it?"

Such an answer made the white-haired old man in front of him feel a little angry, and he couldn't help but hold his hands behind him.

"You younger generation is so angry that you dare to speak so wildly!" the old man said viciously, "But no one who has a bad intention to the ancient Dana Mausoleum has left here alive!"

When Xiao Yang heard this, he smiled disapprovingly and said, "Haha, then you might as well give it a try and see if I have this ability!"

Hearing this, the old man flashed a cold luster at the corner of his eyes and said coldly: "You really don't cry until you see the coffin, then I will fulfill your wish!"

Just as the words were finished, the old man suddenly waved his hand, aimed his palm at Xiao Yang's face, and slapped down without saying a word. The cold wind whistled, making people shudder.

Xiao Yang just stood still, and the luster in his eyes was as calm as water, without any ripples. Just as the palm was about to slap Xiao Yang in front of him, the black spirit stone on his chest suddenly flashed, and an extremely powerful wind swept out from his chest.

Such strong wind caught the old man off guard and fell down. Then he took a few steps back, his face turned pale a little, and a little blood hanged at the corner of his mouth.

After seeing the scene in front of him, the young man suddenly became tense, and then quickly walked to the patriarch's side and asked with concern: "Captain, are you... okay?"

The old man held his chest tightly with one hand and waved his head slightly.

He had never seen a young man like Xiao Yang have such a terrifying cultivation, which was really unexpected.

The young man never expected that the old man, as the leader of the tribe, naturally had a cultivation level that surpassed everyone in this tribe, but he was so easily injured by Xiao Yang, a guy of unknown origin, which was enough to imagine how terrifying Xiao Yang was!

Xiao Yang's hands were consistently put in the pocket of his trouser pocket, and then a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said quietly: "Can you tell me where the tomb is now?"

The young man's face was pale and bloodless, like a piece of white paper. His legs couldn't help but swayed slightly, but the patriarch was by his side, so he always had to show off, so he said, "Don't bully you guys too much! The patriarch saw that you were young, so he deliberately gave in to you. Don't think that our Shuai tribe just lets you bully me like this!"
Chapter completed!