Great Desolate, Golden Crow! (4)

The elder of the Black Panther tribe's expression changed. He got up, looked at Han Muye, and subconsciously retreated.

"Go." It wasn't until dozens of yards away that he shouted, leading his own people to turn and flee.

"Go away!"

"Go back to Lu Tang!"

Below the Han Mountain Ridge, there was a burst of cheers.

The Golden Crow Han Mountain tribe members, who had been oppressed, roared excitedly.

Han Muye turned around and looked at Han Chaohu.

"Elder, thank you for your hard work."

When he said that he had worked hard, Han Chaohu felt his heart tremble and his eyes almost turned red.

"Hey, Young Patriarch, you shouldn't have intervened!" Han Yunhe, who had struggled over, looked at Han Muye helplessly.

Han Chaohu also nodded regretfully.

They both saw the golden light in Han Muye's eyes.

This was a sign that he had awakened the Golden Crow bloodline.