Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The low roar of the black tiger came from the front, and Han Jin, wearing a black robe, followed beside the black tiger.

”Young Chief, elders, and esteemed seniors.” Han Jin bowed to everyone, his expression much more stable.

In the past two months, the people of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan, with the practice methods re-derived by Han Muye, various medicines, and the abundant supply of meat, had rapidly improved their cultivation and strength.

Han Jin had now entered the fifth level of the Essence Spirit and awakened a hint of bloodline power.

Such progress was something he wouldnʼt have dared to think about before.

This also made him deeply loyal to Han Muye.

”Young Patriarch, those humans are already a hundred miles away.”

Under everyoneʼs gaze, Han Jin reported in a low voice.

Human hunters.

This was the reason why Han Muye had gathered the experts of the surrounding clans here today.

Feng Zhen of the Black Dragon Tribe had a relatively good relationship with the Han Mountain Clan, so Han Muye personally went to visit and invited him to join in killing the human hunters.

The Black Wolf Clan and the powerful individual from the Flame-Eyed Snake Clan were both invited by Han Muye, and each paid 20 Desolate Pearls as a reward to participate in the killing of the human hunters.

In particular, thousands of miles away, the Flame-Eyed Snake Clanʼs Patriarch named Qi Yunliang had reached the seventh level of the Essence Spirit. He had awakened the bloodline of the tribe and was extremely powerful.

”Hmph, the human race of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty has always been oppressing the various races of the Great Desolate and even harming the Golden Crow Clan.” Feng Zhen snorted coldly, his face revealing killing intent.

The other experts also had solemn expressions.

Although most of the hunters in the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty mostly targeted the Golden Crow Clan, the saying ʼwhen one rabbit dies, a fox grieves; when one lip perishes, the teeth are coldʼ applied. As tribes within the Great Desolate, watching the Golden Crow Clan being wiped out was unsettling.

”Esteemed seniors, all the gains from this action, I will give them all to you.”