章 1517: The Death of the Golden Crow True Spirit!

The radiance of blood and energy was powerful, seemingly overshadowing the pillar of light in front of Han Muye.

The power entrusted to him by his life had always been vast and mighty.

Han Muye knew that these people in front of him were born with the indoctrination of loyalty to the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty.

They had lost themselves.

No matter how high their cultivation was, they were still like puppets.

"Kill."

Han Muye raised his hand and threw a punch.

This time, he showed everyone his strength.

Since he wanted to gather the scattered members of the Golden Crow Tribe, he had to have enough strength to suppress them.

All schemes ultimately relied on strength as a backing.

"Bang!"

A Golden Crow phantom materialized in front of Han Muye.

Using the fist intent to turn illusion into reality!

The power of this punch was terrifying!