Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
1443 Great Desolate, Golden Crow! (3)
His words made those of the Golden Crow tribe beneath the mountain gnash their teeth and stare in anger.
Han Chaohu roared, his boxing gradually losing its form.
Han Muye shook his head.
The Golden Crow tribe in the Han Mountain was not a direct line within the Golden Crow tribe, and its heritage was extremely thin.
Whether in terms of bloodline or various cultivation techniques, they had no advantage.
If Han Chaohu awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, he wouldn’t need boxing; a single punch could directly kill the opponent.
“Our Han Mountain’s medicinal field will not yield a single bit!”
Han Chaohu threw a punch, shouting loudly.
Behind him, the green Golden Crow phantom merged with the fist shadow, stirring the surrounding 30 feet of heaven and earth’s power.
This punch, if in another world, could shatter mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, but in the Great Desolate, it could only mobilize the power within 30 feet.
This was the weight and power of the Great Desolate World.
“Not yielding?” The old man opposite him laughed contemptuously, raising a green wooden staff.
There were flashes of green light on the staff, and iron hoops made of golden iron were on the staff. In front of the foot-long wooden staff was a black and green half-foot spearhead.
This wooden staff and spear were clearly extraordinary items. In the old man’s hands, a faint green elemental shadow appeared, turning into a black light, crashing heavily into Han Chaohu’s fist shadow.
“Bang!”
Han Chaohu was forced back 50 feet. The limestone under his feet shattered. His face changed rapidly between red and white, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, tightly biting down.
The green Golden Crow phantom behind him flickered, seemingly depleted.
“Han Chaohu, wasn’t the medicinal field of Dayan Mountain given to the Green Sheep Tribe by your Golden Crow Han Mountain Tribe?
“Didn’t you give the water in Fengze Lake to the Yunze Black Flood Dragon Race?
“Wasn’t the Three Essence Mountain Hunting Ground of my Lu Tang Black Panther tribe handed over 60 years ago?”
The old man’s face showed disdain, raising the green wooden staff and pointing it at Han Chaohu. “Hand it over, and your Han Mountain tribe can survive a few more days.”
“Otherwise, today—”
“Otherwise, what?” A voice sounded in the void.
The voice was indifferent and majestic.
This sound made all the Golden Crow tribe members tremble, turning around.
“Young, Young Patriarch!” Han Jin, who was holding a grayish-black wooden staff, exclaimed.
Han Yunhe, supported by his tribesmen, raised his head and saw the golden light flashing in Han Muye’s eyes, revealing joy on his face. “Awakening, awakening—”
He didn’t finish the rest of the sentence.
The Black Panther tribe old man standing in front of Han Chaohu laughed loudly. He pointed the wooden staff at Han Muye on the mountaintop. “You are the young chief of the Han Mountain tribe who closed himself off for a hundred years?
“Today you came just in time. Hand over the hunting grounds and medicinal fields of Han Mountain to my Lu Tang Black Panther tribe. The old man guarantees that your Golden Crow tribe will not perish for a hundred years. How about it?”
How about it?
The Golden Crows clenched their fists.
This was the foundation, how could they possibly give it up?
But now the other side was powerful, what could they do if they didn’t agree?
“Han Jin, you and the young chief leave together.” Stepping aside from his tribesmen, straightening his clothes, Han Yunhe said in a low voice, “The rest of you follow me to block the enemy. We will fight with these Black Panther tribes.”
Those by his side nodded, and on their bodies, golden crow phantoms in various shades of blue-gray or light red appeared.
These Golden Crow members’ essence spirits were dim, clearly either not awakened bloodline power or the awakened bloodline power was too weak.
Han Chaohu, who was standing in front, nodded.
He saw the golden light in the young patriarch’s eyes.
This was a sign of his bloodline awakening.
The young patriarch awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, and as long as he was given time, the Han Mountain tribe had a chance to rise again.
Just as Han Jin was about to refuse, Han Yunhe pressed his shoulder and whispered a few words.
“Awaken—” Han Jin’s expression changed, gritting his teeth and nodding.
He turned and ran towards the mountain.
But as he took a few steps, Han Muye, standing on the mountain, had already moved, like a giant bird, spreading its wings and descending.
Han Muye’s speed was so fast that he reached Han Chaohu’s side with a blink.
Golden light flashed in his eyes as he raised his hand and clenched his fists.
“Bang!”
His fist landed with a flash of wind and lightning.
Within a 100-foot radius, the Heaven and Earth powers surged.
Without activating his essence spirit, could one activate the surrounding 100-foot Heaven and Earth powers?
The old Black Panther tribesman on the opposite side showed horror on his face. Seeing the golden light in Han Muye’s eyes, he exclaimed, “You, you have awakened the Golden Crow bloodline—”
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Muye’s fist hit his chest.
He only had time to block his chest with the wooden staff and spear in his hand.
Then, with a “crack” sound, the wooden staff and spear were broken, the black and green spearhead burst, and his body suddenly retreated several yards, falling to the ground.
With a punch, the sixth-level Essence Spirit was sent flying!
Below the mountain ridge, there was a stunned silence.
This young patriarch of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Tribe was actually so powerful!
“You dare to come to my Han Mountain Tribe with this little ability?” Han Muye put his hands behind his back and snorted.
He looked at the frightened old man and shouted in a deep voice, “Go back and tell your tribe leader, let him come to our Han Mountain tribe in person, and return all the industries that the Han Mountain tribe has taken.
Han Muye’s eyes flashed with golden light, carrying an oppressive pressure. “Otherwise, I’ll go straight to your Lu Tang and get them back.”
With that, he waved his hand. “Get lost!”
A vigorous wind crossed more than 30 feet, knocking the old man who was just about to stand up back to the ground. The people behind him, the Black Panther tribe members, were also struck as if hit by a fierce beast, their breaths shaking, blood churning.
Chapter 1444: 1443 Great Desolate, Golden Crow! (3)
His words made those of the Golden Crow tribe beneath the mountain gnash their teeth and stare in anger.
Han Chaohu roared, his boxing gradually losing its form.
Han Muye shook his head.
The Golden Crow tribe in the Han Mountain was not a direct line within the Golden Crow tribe, and its heritage was extremely thin.
Whether in terms of bloodline or various cultivation techniques, they had no advantage.
If Han Chaohu awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, he wouldn’t need boxing; a single punch could directly kill the opponent.
“Our Han Mountain’s medicinal field will not yield a single bit!”
Han Chaohu threw a punch, shouting loudly.
Behind him, the green Golden Crow phantom merged with the fist shadow, stirring the surrounding 30 feet of heaven and earth’s power.
This punch, if in another world, could shatter mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, but in the Great Desolate, it could only mobilize the power within 30 feet.
This was the weight and power of the Great Desolate World.
“Not yielding?” The old man opposite him laughed contemptuously, raising a green wooden staff.
There were flashes of green light on the staff, and iron hoops made of golden iron were on the staff. In front of the foot-long wooden staff was a black and green half-foot spearhead.
This wooden staff and spear were clearly extraordinary items. In the old man’s hands, a faint green elemental shadow appeared, turning into a black light, crashing heavily into Han Chaohu’s fist shadow.
“Bang!”
Han Chaohu was forced back 50 feet. The limestone under his feet shattered. His face changed rapidly between red and white, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, tightly biting down.
The green Golden Crow phantom behind him flickered, seemingly depleted.
“Han Chaohu, wasn’t the medicinal field of Dayan Mountain given to the Green Sheep Tribe by your Golden Crow Han Mountain Tribe?
“Didn’t you give the water in Fengze Lake to the Yunze Black Flood Dragon Race?
The old man’s face showed disdain, raising the green wooden staff and pointing it at Han Chaohu. “Hand it over, and your Han Mountain tribe can survive a few more days.”
“Otherwise, today—”
“Otherwise, what?” A voice sounded in the void.
The voice was indifferent and majestic.
This sound made all the Golden Crow tribe members tremble, turning around.
“Young, Young Patriarch!” Han Jin, who was holding a grayish-black wooden staff, exclaimed.
Han Yunhe, supported by his tribesmen, raised his head and saw the golden light flashing in Han Muye’s eyes, revealing joy on his face. “Awakening, awakening—”
He didn’t finish the rest of the sentence.
The Black Panther tribe old man standing in front of Han Chaohu laughed loudly. He pointed the wooden staff at Han Muye on the mountaintop. “You are the young chief of the Han Mountain tribe who closed himself off for a hundred years?
“Today you came just in time. Hand over the hunting grounds and medicinal fields of Han Mountain to my Lu Tang Black Panther tribe. The old man guarantees that your Golden Crow tribe will not perish for a hundred years. How about it?”
How about it?
The Golden Crows clenched their fists.
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The medicinal fields and hunting grounds of Han Mountain were their last industries.This was the foundation, how could they possibly give it up?
But now the other side was powerful, what could they do if they didn’t agree?
“Han Jin, you and the young chief leave together.” Stepping aside from his tribesmen, straightening his clothes, Han Yunhe said in a low voice, “The rest of you follow me to block the enemy. We will fight with these Black Panther tribes.”
Those by his side nodded, and on their bodies, golden crow phantoms in various shades of blue-gray or light red appeared.
These Golden Crow members’ essence spirits were dim, clearly either not awakened bloodline power or the awakened bloodline power was too weak.
Han Chaohu, who was standing in front, nodded.
This was a sign of his bloodline awakening.
The young patriarch awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, and as long as he was given time, the Han Mountain tribe had a chance to rise again.
Just as Han Jin was about to refuse, Han Yunhe pressed his shoulder and whispered a few words.
“Awaken—” Han Jin’s expression changed, gritting his teeth and nodding.
He turned and ran towards the mountain.
But as he took a few steps, Han Muye, standing on the mountain, had already moved, like a giant bird, spreading its wings and descending.
Han Muye’s speed was so fast that he reached Han Chaohu’s side with a blink.
Golden light flashed in his eyes as he raised his hand and clenched his fists.
“Bang!”
His fist landed with a flash of wind and lightning.
Within a 100-foot radius, the Heaven and Earth powers surged.
Without activating his essence spirit, could one activate the surrounding 100-foot Heaven and Earth powers?
The old Black Panther tribesman on the opposite side showed horror on his face. Seeing the golden light in Han Muye’s eyes, he exclaimed, “You, you have awakened the Golden Crow bloodline—”
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Muye’s fist hit his chest.
He only had time to block his chest with the wooden staff and spear in his hand.
Then, with a “crack” sound, the wooden staff and spear were broken, the black and green spearhead burst, and his body suddenly retreated several yards, falling to the ground.
With a punch, the sixth-level Essence Spirit was sent flying!
Below the mountain ridge, there was a stunned silence.
This young patriarch of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Tribe was actually so powerful!
He looked at the frightened old man and shouted in a deep voice, “Go back and tell your tribe leader, let him come to our Han Mountain tribe in person, and return all the industries that the Han Mountain tribe has taken.
Han Muye’s eyes flashed with golden light, carrying an oppressive pressure. “Otherwise, I’ll go straight to your Lu Tang and get them back.”
With that, he waved his hand. “Get lost!”
A vigorous wind crossed more than 30 feet, knocking the old man who was just about to stand up back to the ground. The people behind him, the Black Panther tribe members, were also struck as if hit by a fierce beast, their breaths shaking, blood churning.
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