Chapter 1473 - 1473 Fifty Years, Bloodline Awakening
1473 Fifty Years, Bloodline Awakening
The pale golden Golden Crow turned into a fist and tore through the air, causing the astral wind to whistle as if the sky had collapsed.
The pale golden Golden Crow turned into a fist and tore through the air, causing the astral wind to whistle as if the sky had collapsed.
Heaven Breaking Fist.
Fist shadows spun, locking down all the escape space of the golden-winged bird.
The golden-winged bird spread its wings and let out a roar.
“Chirp—”
This voice seemed to penetrate the void and turn into a sharp sword that slashed at Han Muye.
Soul attack.
However, Han Muye’s Heaven-Breaking Fist could clearly resist soul attacks. The fist mark emitted a golden light and suddenly exploded.
“Pa!”
The body of the golden-winged bird was knocked 300 feet away, crashing into a cliff, shattering scattered rocks.
Han Muye chuckled, leaped, and landed on the cliff where the golden-winged bird had fallen earlier.
On that cliff, there was a several-yard-wide crack, within which three half-sized golden-winged birds in ash-gray color panicked and screeched.
Below, the golden-winged bird, hit by Han Muye’s punch, let out a mournful cry, struggled to spread its wings, and flew up towards the crack.
Han Muye didn’t attack again; instead, he raised his hand and threw out a few green pills.
“These pills can quickly gather their bloodline power.
“In exchange for your Golden-Winged Falling Snow Grass.”
The golden-winged bird nervously looked at Han Muye, hesitated for a moment, then bowed its head and pecked the pills in front of it.
Then it flapped its wings, blowing a pile of snow-white withered grass in front of Han Muye.
Han Muye picked up the grass, nodded, and said, “I practice in the Han Mountain Sect. There is a trace of the bloodline power of the Great Roc Bird in your bloodline. If you want to awaken it, you can come to my Han Mountain Sect.”
After saying that, he leaped down from the cliff, taking large strides away.
The black tiger roared lowly below the cliff, then left triumphantly.
On the cliff, the golden-winged bird chirped lowly, seemingly responding.
“You all go to Han Mountain together; I’ll go first,” Han Muye turned and looked at Han Jin, raised his hand, and the Black Abyss Sword unsheathed.
The sword activated the Heaven and Earth powers. With a whistle, it pierced through the sky and left on its sword.
“Young Patriarch’s methods are really amazing…” Han Jin’s eyes were filled with envy and admiration.
The black tiger whimpered softly, as if it agreed with Han Jin.
“Boom—”
The sound of explosion echoed in the void, making the guests on Han Mountain look up.
A flash of swordlight arrived, bringing with it a golden stream of light.
As if directly cutting through the heavens and the earth.
“What technique is that?”
“Who—”
Various voices erupted in confusion.
On Han Mountain, Han Chaohu, who had changed his clothes, shouted.
“Welcome back, Young Patriarch!”
On Han Mountain, the Golden Crows stood up and shouted with cupped fists, “Welcome back, Young Patriarch!”
Even though there were only more than 400 members of the Golden Crow Clan in Han Mountain, the aura they displayed was vast and mighty.
The onlooking guests couldn’t help but cast curious glances.
Many people’s eyes lit up.
After all, they were the Golden Crow Clan, with a bloodline heritage from the great wilderness. Even if they had declined to this extent, their aura was still formidable.
Lu Changlin trembled and looked at Han Muye, who had descended from the sky.
The black panther elder opposite him frowned and kept retracting his aura.
The members of the Green Deer Clan looked at each other and shrank their heads back.
On Han Mountain, Mu Ji narrowed his eyes. Golden light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Han Muye.
Sensing Mu Ji’s prying, golden light appeared around Han Muye.
A 30-foot-tall Golden Crow phantom appeared, covered in a golden stream of light.
“Golden Crow bloodline!”
Mu Ji stood up excitedly, and seven levels of essence spirit power floated on his body.
The Golden Crow shadow on Han Muye’s body vibrated, and layers of light enveloped him.
Green-gray.
Red.
Orange.
Yellow.
Green.
Green.
Blue.
A faint purple light enveloped it. The Golden Crow spread its wings, revealing its arrogance.
This was the nobility flowing in the Golden Crow bloodline, the pride that surpassed all the bloodlines in the vast wilderness.
“Eighth level Essence Spirit Realm!”
“The Golden Crow bloodline has awakened!”
Mu Ji trembled all over and stared intently at Han Muye, who was striding up the mountain.
One by one, the Golden Crows bowed to Han Muye.
When he reached the top of the mountain, everyone bowed and shouted, “Greetings, Patriarch—”
His voice resounded through the clouds.
How was this a declining race?
This was the aura of a large clan in the world!
“Boom—”
A thousand-foot-long Golden Crow phantom appeared on Han Shan.
The Golden Crow spread its wings and roared at the sky, causing the Heaven and Earth powers to surge like a cyclone circulating in the sky.
“The Dao of Heaven and Earth favors us!”
“The Great Sun Golden Crow bestows blessings!”
Countless exclamations echoed from all around the mountain ridge.
All the guests widened their eyes and looked at the Golden Crow shadow.
From now on, this Golden Crow would stay on Han Mountain and represent the protection of the Great Sun Golden Crow.
In the future, the cultivation of the Golden Crow Clan on Han Mountain would be much faster than before, with many more opportunities to comprehend the origin.
Moreover, there would be many more chances to awaken bloodline powers!
Who could have expected that the seemingly declining Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan would have such a rising momentum?
Even a clan of tens of thousands would not likely have such a powerful and magnificent scene.
The corners of Mu Ji’s mouth twitched. He stared at the grand Golden Crow shadow above his head with a solemn expression.
Muyang Mountain, claiming to be the number one Golden Crow Clan within three hundred thousand miles, did not have the favor of such a Great Sun Golden Crow.
Moreover, the new clan leader of Han Mountain had already reached the eighth level of the Essence Spirit, and with the awakening of the Golden Crow bloodline, his strength was likely overwhelming.
This was the power that could crush a ninth-level Essence Spirit of another clan and face a true spirit cultivator.
Fortunately, their patriarch, Mu Changkong, was at the ninth level of the Essence Spirit Realm and could still suppress Han Mountain’s forces.
Looking at Han Muye, Mu Ji’s expression changed.
He had made the right choice in coming today.