What he wanted was to establish his might at the succession ceremony.
There were still mineral resources at Lu Tang.
Feng Zhen and the others looked at each other and did not say anything else.
Since Han Muye chose not to say anything now, he would let him be.
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"Bang!"
Tens of thousands of miles away, in a tall pavilion, a burly man in a green-gray martial robe shattered the golden plate in front of him.
Behind the burly man, the phantom of a dark purple lion with a faint golden color floated, as if it was roaring at the sky.
The origin power in the surrounding world was activated and quickly gathered.
"Golden Crow Clan, Golden Crow Clan!"
The burly man's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
A few soldiers in green armor with long swords at their waists ran into the attic and cupped fists at the burly man.
"Commander."
