Changyao was momentarily stunned, glanced at Han Muye again, and frowned, "Is there anything happening in the Han Mountain Clan recently?"
"You're talking about the death of the 16 human hunters, right?" Han Muye asked.
"That's right." After Changyao answered, his body trembled and his eyes widened.
A person controlled by his secret technique could only answer, not ask questions!
He looked into Han Muye's eyes, and his whole body froze.
At this moment, in Han Muye's eyes, there was no trace of confusion.
Golden divine light flashed in his deep eyes, revealing endless killing intent.
"The Golden Crow bloodline has awakened!"
Daoist Changyao let out a low cry and reached out to touch the golden ribbon wound around his waist.
However, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt a chill run down his spine and his left ribs hurt.
In Han Muye's hand, a short sword was slowly drawn, and on the blade, drops of blood were visible.
