"Liang Qiyuan was a top talent from the Great Scarlet Reach. He probably had plenty of spirit stones on him."
After killing Liang Qiyuan, Qin Hao unceremoniously took his Storage Spirit Ring. He did not leave Chen Hai's or Young Xiao Zheng's behind, either.
Buying ten Mystic-Tier Treasure Swords had nearly emptied Qin Hao's coffers, and he desperately needed spirit stones now. As for the Storage Spirit Rings belonging to Yang Zhu, Li Feng, and the others...
Qin Hao took those as well.
"Young master!!!"
"Qin Hao, you dared to kill the young master! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
"Aah!!!"
An earthshaking roar of fury rang out. Liang Qiyuan's death had driven Uncle Liu completely mad. He attacked the Cloudwing Beast as though his life meant nothing, actually forcing it back in an instant.
Then Uncle Liu charged straight at Qin Hao.
This is bad! The old bastard has gone mad!
Qin Hao's heart jolted.
Even a true martial realm ninth layer warrior would have to give a rampaging true martial realm eighth layer peak expert a wide berth.
The Cloudwing Beast screeched furiously, but it looked rather battered. Feathers had been torn from several parts of its body, and it was clearly injured.
Yet this only made the Cloudwing Beast angrier. With a screech and a sweep of its enormous wings, it became a massive dark-gold shadow and appeared directly ahead of Uncle Liu.
"Chirp, chirp!"
The Cloudwing Beast raked its sharp talons toward Uncle Liu's back.
"Die! You deserve to die!"
Sensing the Cloudwing Beast's attack, Uncle Liu's face twisted savagely. He ignored it entirely and continued rushing toward Qin Hao.
Slash! Slash!
The Cloudwing Beast's talons struck, instantly carving several bone-deep wounds into Uncle Liu's back. Blood streamed from them.
"Urgh!"
Uncle Liu grunted