In front of Muyang Mountain, Mu Changkong led a group of Golden Crow experts behind him and waited.
"Coming!"
Someone shouted, pointing towards the sky ahead.
There, the clouds surged, the power of heaven and earth roared, and golden streams of light flickered.
"It's the manifestation of the power of the Golden Crow Bloodline."
In the eyes of the black-robed old man standing beside Mu Changkong, a trace of golden light flashed, and he whispered, "The strength of the patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan is probably no less than those of the major direct lineages."
Mu Changkong nodded.
This was also the reason why he thought highly of Han Muye.
In his eyes, the future of the patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan was limitless.
"Brother Changkong, let's go." Han Muye's voice rang out in the void.
The majestic illusion of the Golden Crow had already appeared.