A faint Golden Crow shadow appeared, condensing into a dark golden flame. With a punch, it exploded about 10 feet in front of Han Muye.
The dark golden flame raged, burning the surrounding area of 10 feet in diameter.
Visible to the naked eye, the world seemed to have been penetrated, sending invisible ripples in all directions, accompanied by the howling of the wind. astral winds.
How powerful was this punch?
"Do—does my Han Mountain Clan have such a fist technique?" Han Yunhe muttered.
Han Yunhe muttered.
Han Chaohu thought for a moment and shook his head.
There were only a few sets of cultivation techniques and fist techniques in the clan, and he had cultivated them all.
Was this the legacy of the young patriarch himself?
"This fist technique is the result of my integration of four sets of fist techniques in the clan, making it more powerful."