1469 Interception, Ceremony!
The eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm, within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, was already home to few formidable beings.
Such cultivation could suppress a large group of hundreds of thousands of people in a region.
However, what Han Muye displayed was not as simple as the eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm. He had awakened the Golden Crow bloodline!
The Golden Crow Clan was a top race in the Great Desolate. The Great Sun Golden Crow illuminated the world.
The bloodline power of the Golden Crow Clan was powerful, far from what ordinary clans could compare to.
Han Muye had awakened the Golden Crow bloodline and was at the eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm. His combat strength was unrivaled within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles!
The expression of the Black Flood Dragon Patriarch, Feng Zhen, changed. The two experts of the Black Flood Dragon Clan behind him also turned pale.
Feng Zhen’s cultivation and combat strength had once dominated a region.
Even the Golden Crow and the Han Mountain’s forces were suppressed.
But now, the strength of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan’s young patriarch had completely surpassed Feng Zhen.
In the future, the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan might be the number one overlord within hundreds of thousands of miles.
The expert of the Flame-Eyed Snake Race, Qi Yunliang, was first stunned and then revealed a hint of joy in his eyes.
Perhaps he had made the right choice.
“He’s at the eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm!”
“The Golden Crow bloodline has awakened. His Golden Crow bloodline has completely awakened!”
The horrified roars echoed, and the two elders in black robes retreated in panic.
In front of them, seven or eight figures were already lying down.
Around them, more figures were burned to ashes by the Golden Crow’s flames.
Only the two seventh-level Essence Spirit cultivators ould barely hold their ground.
However, they knew that they could not withstand an eighth-level Essence Spirit at all.
“Buzz!”
Han Muye raised the spear in his hand, and the golden light in his eyes converged with a hint of killing intent.
With the gathering of battle intent, invincible in battle, this had always been Han Muye’s method of cultivating his murderous aura.
The aura of killing pervaded, eroding the opponent’s mind and rendering their strength useless.
The fear rising from the bottom of their hearts was impossible to resist.
“We can’t escape…” one of the black-robed elders muttered, obviously having lost the will to fight.
The other one gritted his teeth, raising his hand to summon a golden disc.
The golden disc spun, emitting strands of golden light.
“Chang Yuzi? Have you already exterminated the Golden Crow Race?”
“Is there really an awakened Golden Crow bloodline?”
A dignified voice came from the golden disc.
The Daoist who had activated the golden disc turned pale. He gritted his teeth and looked at Han Muye’s slowly raised spear.
“The Golden Crow bloodline has awakened—”
His words were interrupted by Han Muye’s spear.
The spear carried a golden stream of light. With a flash, it was already in front of the Daoist.
Astral winds howled, causing the Heaven and Earth powers to turn black and white.
“Kill.”
Han Muye’s voice was low, as if he had come from hell. It was also filled with endless dignity, like the light of the sun in the sky.
The spear turned into three golden Great Sun Golden Crows and locked the old man down.
“Three Suns Locking the Heavens!” Han Dingyi exclaimed as he stared at the Golden Crow formed by the spear.
This move was clearly a move from the battle spear cultivation technique passed down by the Han Mountain Clan.
He had also cultivated this move before and could only transform into a faint Golden Crow phantom.
It was completely incomparable to the methods used by the young patriarch.
However, he knew that his young patriarch had studied the Absolute Heaven Spear Technique a few days ago in order to kill the human hunters.
The young patriarch casually said that a battle spear was suitable for group battles.
The young patriarch’s talent was simply heaven-defying…
“Explode—” The old man enveloped by the three Golden Crows shouted in a low voice, and three golden talismans appeared in his hand.
The three talismans intertwined and turned into a pale golden shield.
The starlight on the shield intertwined and collided with the Golden Crow.
“Bang!”
The three Golden Crows collided with the starlight and stopped three feet away from the old man.
The Golden Crow collided with the starlight, bringing with it a dazzling halo.
“What’s going on? Chang Yuzi, why haven’t you exterminated this Golden Crow race?” A deep voice came from the golden plate above the Daoist’s head.
“Has the Golden Crow bloodline really awakened?”
“Where?”
There was impatience in the voice on the golden plate.
The old Daoist named Chang Yuzi opened his mouth and was about to speak when the three Golden Crow phantoms in front of him suddenly exploded.
Three Golden Crows turned into nine!
The Golden Crow phantom dissipated and condensed into nine spears. The tips of the spears carried dense killing intent.
“Differentiating into nine lights, greater mastery of the Absolute Heaven Spear Technique!” Han Chaohu, who was standing in the distance, exclaimed in surprise.
The spear technique of the Han Mountain Clan was not very profound, but there had only been two or three people in 10,000 years who could cultivate the Absolute Heaven Spear to nine.
It would take hundreds or thousands of years to reach greater mastery.
The current young patriarch could actually master this move so quickly.
It was a pity that the young patriarch was in the Han Mountain Clan.
If he went to other races, his achievements would probably be far more than this!
Han Chaohu’s heart skipped a beat as he took a light breath.
Han Yunhe should be back soon. He wondered if the Golden Crow Muyang Clan would send experts.
As long as someone from Muyang Clan came, they would definitely value the young patriarch’s aptitude.
At that time, the young patriarch would be able to soar into the sky.
“Boom—”
The nine spearheads thrust out, and the Daoist could no longer resist. The golden shield shattered with a thunderous noise.
The spearheads gathered, directly shattering his body.
“Clack.”
Without the Daoist’s guidance, the golden disc fell to the ground.
On the golden disc, the halo slowly dissipated.
“Chang Yuzi, what’s wrong?
“Chang, Yu…”
The golden disc that spoke was stepped on by Han Muye.
“He’s dead,” Han Muye shouted, raising his spear.
“Who are you? How dare you become enemies with my Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty—” A furious shout came from the golden disc.
“Bam—”
The answer was Han Muye’s long spear shattering the golden disc.
