Hearing this, Xu Yang gave a playful smile and said, "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
The middle-aged man's gaze suddenly turned vicious: "What, you think a mere Daqian man like you can cause trouble among my Barbarian Race?"
After speaking, he strode toward the alley, his face full of menace!
"Looks like you think you can afford to mess with me." Xu Yang retreated.
"Just a useless early Yin Realm nobody, hmph!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and sneered, "Hand over all the barbarian gold you've got and I'll let you suffer a little less!"
Right then, Xu Yang made his move.
He vanished from his original spot in an instant.
"So fast!"
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank. Catching a shadow from the corner of his eye, he felt danger and instinctively struck out with his palm.
But a fierce pain was already crashing over him.
"Aaaah!!!"
