1489  Chapter1489: Golden Crow Han Muye, Patriarch of the Han Mountain Tribe

"Who is he?"

Zhuo Yu stared at Zhuo Tang.

A dazzling divine light shot out of his eyes.

'Human arrangements?'

He had to make people believe him!

"My Golden Crow race will never submit to the human race!" Zhuo Yu shouted in a low voice. His voice shook, and the golden light in his eyes pierced through the space in front of Zhuo Tang.

With this glance, Zhuo Tang's entire body trembled, and the golden spiritual light in his eyes dissipated.

"His name is Han Muye, and he's the head of the Han Shan Tribe."

"It's that person who claimed to be the first to awaken the Golden Crow bloodline in 8,000 years."

"Revered Elder Wu Chen said that his bloodline awakening might have already reached the Blazing Sun Realm."

Zhuo Tang's expression was blank as he muttered to himself and told him all the plans.

He was the one who sent someone to arrange for the young bird of the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle.

Everything else was done by Revered Elder Wu Chen.

Back then, it was also Wu Chen who said that it was very likely that the Han Shan Tribe would rise within 10,000 years.

He even said that Han Muye was most likely to become a True Spirit Golden Crow.

"Wu Chen!" Zhuo Yu shouted in a low voice, his gaze turning to the black-robed old man standing beside Zhuo Tang.

"You're the traitor." Killing intent gathered on Zhuo Yu.

The old man's expression changed. He suddenly took a step forward and reached out to grab Zhuo Tang's neck, his face cold.

"Patriarch Zhuo Yu, I'm also thinking for the heir.

"Now that I've lost, I only want to leave alive."

As Wu Chen spoke, he slowly retreated.

With his hand on Zhuo Tang's neck, the surrounding people did not dare to move at all.

No matter what, Zhuo Tang was the son of Patriarch Zhuo Yu and the heir of Zhuo Yuan Tribe.

However, after taking a few steps, his expression suddenly changed.

A faint golden Golden Crow phantom appeared behind Zhuo Yu.

Golden Crow True Spirit!

"What benefits did the humans give you?"

Zhuo Yu's words made Wu Chen's face turn pale and his body tremble.

Zhuo Yu shook her head and raised her hand.

Wu Chen raised his hand and blocked Zhuo Tang in front of him.

However, just as he attacked, his face suddenly turned red and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"They're just ants below the True Spirit Realm."

Zhuo Yu's voice came from behind him.

A blood light slashed down, and Wu Chen's body shattered.

So what if it was a nine-layered primordial spirit? In front of a true spirit, it was just an ant.

"Heir Zhuo Tang is vicious and harmed his own race. If you can return to the Zhuo Yuan Tribe alive in this battle, you will be imprisoned for 100,000 years and your position as the heir will be stripped."

Zhuo Yu's voice sounded again.

He looked at the golden eagle in front of him that was charging at Han Muye with all its might and shook its head gently. "Forget it. If this person can live, it's his good fortune."

"We have traitors here. I'm not confident of this battle either."

These words made everyone around him look solemn.

Who would have thought that when the decisive battle was about to begin, they would realize that there was a traitor in their army, and it was in this decision-making place?

Needless to say, all the arrangements of the Golden Crow race had probably been exposed.

"Alright, our Golden Crow Race is good at fighting fair and square."

"Just let them come."

The true spirit behind Zhuo Yu shone, emitting a golden light that made people unable to look at it directly.

Golden light spread in all directions, as if it had broken through clouds of smoke.

In the void, there was a cracking sound.

"Haha, Zhuo Yu finally discovered it." The golden-armored general in front laughed and waved his hand.

"Haha, Zhuo Yu finally discovered it." The golden-armored general in front laughed and waved his hand.

"Set off with all our might and fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

A loud shout sounded as primordial spirits rose.

The neat military formation advanced, rumbling.

The battle was just around the corner.

….

At this moment, Han Muye's expression was calm as he punched and fought the blue-eyed golden eagle that was charging down crazily.

The crazy golden eagle attacked without defending. Its thick power intertwined with the flames as it smashed down at Han Muye.

Speed, power.

In an extremely stable world like the Great Desolate, these two were enough.

The golden eagle brought with it endless golden phantoms in midair, and every strike seemed to tear open the world.

Below, everyone stared at the sky and the figure.

Under the endless golden phantoms, this figure stood firm.

No matter how the golden eagle pounced, Han Muye's figure remained motionless.

As long as he pounced, he would punch.

"So this is the Heaven-Breaking Fist."

Below, Han Ding looked excited.

"If you don't change, you'll have to deal with all changes. The Patriarch's fist technique has already reached this level." Han Jin clenched his fists and felt himself trembling.

It was the excitement of comprehending his own power that he could not control.

Han Muye's seemingly slow but extremely fast punch enlightened him.

Countless members of the Han Shan Tribe clenched their fists, their expressions constantly changing.

"Bang!"

Han Muye punched the golden eagle's wings, his eyes shining.

His spiritual perception was powerful, and he could feel the oppression of the surrounding world.

He had once comprehended a trace of the origin power of this world. At this moment, this power was warning him.

A powerful enemy was rushing over.

I can't wait any longer! he thought.

Raising his hand, Han Muye clenched his fists.

"Kill!"

With a low growl, he moved again for the first time in a long time.

His body turned into a Golden Crow, and his fist turned into an arc that smashed down like a meteor.

"Bang!"

The crazy golden eagle paused and was punched in the wings.

Han Muye was even faster.

With a flash, his strength and aura reached their peak.

In the sky, the Golden Crow's body that was originally fighting solidified, and golden divine flames flashed.

At this moment, the Golden Crow suppressed the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle!

In the eyes of countless people, Han Muye's aura rushed into the sky. His fist was steady and powerful as it ruthlessly smashed into the neck of the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle.