Fifty Years, Bloodline Awakening (3)

"Lu Changlin, you've broken the rules."

The stern voices of rebuke echoed. Even the old man from the Black Panther Clan standing opposite Lu Changlin had a hesitant expression.

Breaking such a grave taboo would undoubtedly lead to a collective retaliation.

People from the surrounding clans began to step back.

"Slander, Han Muye, you're completely slandering us. How could my Lu Tang Black Panther clan—"

Lu Changlin shouted. Before he could finish, Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden light descended.

A pale golden whip danced in the square.

"I killed Daoist Chang Yao of Tiger Leap Ridge."

Daoist Chang Yao!

Daoist Chang Yao from Dingfei Inn!

When Daoist Chang Yao's name came out of Han Muye's mouth, Lu Changlin knew that the situation was hopeless.

"Kill!"

He let out a long howl and leaped towards Han Muye.

The shadow of a light blue 100-foot-tall black panther appeared.