The patriarch's succession ceremony was imminent, time was running out, Han Muye didn't hold back, he punched out, and a golden golden crow phantom appeared.

The pale golden Golden Crow turned into a fist and flew through the air, causing the wind to howl like a sky crashing.

Sky breaking fist.

The shadow of the fist rotated, locking all the escape spaces of the Garuda.

The golden-winged bird with wings spread ten feet wide spread its wings in fright, and let out a roar from its mouth.

"Chirp—"

the sound seems to penetrate

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