Chapter 4230: Patriarch

Seeing this scene, Chu Yang didn't feel much in his heart. He just smiled lightly and said:

"I had no choice but to make this move. What I said before still stands. You are not my enemies yet. I just want to get some information from you."

In this mysterious and unfamiliar place, there is an atmosphere that is so tense that it is almost solidified. It seems to have become heavier, making people breathless.

Surrounded by a strange scene, there are jagged rocks with different shapes, some like ferocious monsters, and some like winding dragons, as if they are sleeping and waiting to be awakened. Some strange rocks are like sharp fangs, extending abruptly into the sky; some are like huge turtle shells, lying quietly on the ground.

Those ancient trees are tall and strong, their trunks are covered with traces of time, and their rough bark seems to tell the vicissitudes of the past. The textures on the bark are criss-crossed, like ancient maps, recording the changes over the years.

The dense branches and leaves are intertwined together, forming a green canopy that blocks out the sun. The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves with difficulty, forming golden light pillars, like mysterious holy light.

These light pillars are looming in the diffuse fog, like a dream. The ground is covered with thick fallen leaves, making a rustling sound with every step you take, as if telling the antiquity and mystery of this land. The fallen leaves are piled up in layers, and when you step on them, it's like falling into a soft trap.

Chu Yang stood among them. His figure looked a little thin in this mysterious environment, but his seemingly light smile seemed particularly abrupt in this dignified atmosphere.

He straightened his spine

Liang's body was as straight as a pine, as if no pressure could bend him. The clothes on his body fluttered in the wind. Although they were simple and plain, they had a different kind of freedom and ease. Although the texture of the clothes was ordinary, the texture and folds seemed to have a unique rhythm.

Chu Yang's eyes were firm and clear, like a bottomless clear spring without any impurities. There was determination in his eyes, as if all the difficulties and obstacles in front of him could not shake his determination.

The calm words came out of Chu Yang's mouth. The voice was not high, but it carried a power that penetrated people's hearts. Like a huge stone thrown into a deep pool, it caused ripples in the hearts of the people around him. His voice was calm and powerful, and it seemed particularly clear in this silent environment.

Chu Yang's eyes did not waver at all, and were as firm as the brightest stars in the night sky. No matter what kind of darkness he faced, he never hesitated or flinched for a moment.

At this moment, a man with a strong build and wrinkles on his face suddenly asked:

"How can we believe your words? After all, our ancestral land has not been invaded by outsiders for thousands of years. You are the first, and you are so powerful. If you want to attack my people, my ethnic group No one can stop you, so if you don’t want any misunderstanding, it’s best to leave as soon as possible.”

This man's voice exploded in the air like muffled thunder, rough and full of vigilance. His tall and muscular body stood like a majestic mountain in front of everyone, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression. The muscles on his body are tight, as if containing endless power, and the lines of each muscle are clear

It can be seen that it seems to be made of steel. The muscles have clear lines, like carefully carved works of art, demonstrating his strong strength and tenacity.

The man's broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the entire world, which was intimidating. His frown was like two deep ravines, as if carrying the vicissitudes of the years and heavy worries.

Those eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, filled with deep concern for the safety of the tribe and extreme suspicion of outsiders. Every expression and every movement of the man silently declares his firm protection of this land and his people.

The man clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from exertion, as if he was ready to fight to protect his people. His fingers are thick and strong, and the calluses on the joints bear witness to the hard work and sweat he has put in for the clan.

Chu Yang smiled and refused: "It's not that we don't want to leave, it's just that there are some things that must be clarified before we can leave. For example, why did you appear in the Dongting Abyss?"

There was a trace of imperceptible persistence in Chu Yang's smile, and his bright eyes were always firmly locked on the man, as if he wanted to see through his solid appearance to the most secret thoughts deep in his heart.

Although his voice was gentle, it contained an irresistible firmness, as if he was telling the other party that he would not give up until he achieved his goal. His eyes shone with determination, as if he had found his own direction in this vast unknown. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he would not let him change his original intention.

The corners of Chu Yang's mouth raised slightly. There was not only firmness in that smile, but also an uneasy feeling.

Elusive confidence, as if he had foreseen that things would develop in the direction he expected. His hair fluttered gently in the breeze, looking particularly free and unruly. Each strand shone with light, as if it contained mysterious power. .

The man frowned in confusion. "What is the Dongting Garden you are talking about? I have never heard of it. If you two still try to break in, then we will make you pay with your life even if we pay some price."

The man's brows frowned even more tightly, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be scars carved by the years, telling his inner anxiety and uneasiness. His words were firm and full of threats, as if he were defending the last dignity of the ethnic group. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, with endless anger and determination.

His eyes were full of vigilance and hostility, as if the Chu Yang in front of him and the Dongting Yuan he mentioned were the biggest threats to their clan.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and his nose was twitching slightly, showing the extreme tension in his heart. His chest rose and fell violently, as if the waves in his heart were intuitively reflected in his body.

Chu Yang's voice suddenly turned cold, and he looked directly at the man with sharp eyes and asked:

"Isn't the price you mentioned just to use the lives of your people in exchange for the weird thunder from the outside world to attack the two of us? But it's a pity that your methods seem to have no effect on us now. You have also seen the situation. So what else do you have to say, if you don’t cooperate anymore, then we will be rude.”

Chu Yang's tone instantly became tougher, and his sharp gaze was like a sharp sword, pointing straight at

Stab the man. His voice echoed in the silent air, carrying a majesty that could not be ignored, as if it was a judgment from God, which made people feel awe.

The middle-aged man had a look of resentment on his face, and his face turned red quickly. His chest heaved violently, his hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on his arms popped out. It was an expression of extreme anger, as if a volcano was about to erupt at any time. May erupt with devastating force.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded not far from the two of them.

"That's enough, Your Excellency, what information do you want to know? Whatever I know, I will not hide it from Your Excellency."

Although this voice is slightly old, it carries an irresistible power, as if it has traveled through thousands of years, and has accumulated endless wisdom and majesty. Although the sound was not loud, it had a magical power that made people instantly quiet. It was like a bell from ancient times, echoing in everyone's heart.

A man with a stooped figure and white beard and hair all over his face slowly walked out from a short distance away. Every step he took seemed so difficult, and his body was trembling, as if a breeze could blow him down. But his steps were so firm, every step seemed to be stepping on a node of destiny.

Although the clothes on the white-bearded man are shabby, they are neat and clean, showing his strict requirements for himself. The patches on the clothes were patchwork, and it was obvious that they had been mended with care. Although the color and material of the patch are different from the original clothing, they are extremely finely sewn, showing a different kind of beauty.

His eyes were still firm, revealing a kind of calmness and wisdom that had gone through vicissitudes of life, as if he was a man in the world.

All changes were within his expectations.

"Clan leader, why are you here?"

The sturdy man from before shouted in surprise, his voice full of surprise and awe at the appearance of the patriarch.

The widened eyes and slightly trembling lips all showed the shock and tension in his heart. There was a tremor in his voice, as if he couldn't believe that the patriarch would appear at this critical moment. His body straightened unconsciously, as if he wanted to show his most respectful side in front of the clan leader.

"If I hadn't come, I'm afraid that our whole family would have lost their lives at the hands of these two Excellencies because of your recklessness. Since these two are here to inquire about something, let's just say it straight. Why bother to make a fuss?" So embarrassed?"

Although the patriarch's voice was weak, it was full of reproach and authority. His eyes slowly swept over everyone present, and there seemed to be endless depth in his eyes, which made people feel a chill rising up their spines. Although his voice was not loud, it had an irresistible power, as if every word carried great weight. His crutch tapped lightly, making a dull sound. The top of the crutch was inlaid with a gemstone, which shone mysteriously in the sunlight.

The man's face turned red after being told by the patriarch. He lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, silently accepting the patriarch's criticism. His lips were pursed tightly, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, showing his inner shame and remorse. His hands hung down at his sides, hanging weakly, as if all his strength had been drained away at this moment. Sweat beads slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, melting instantly

Into the moist soil.