Whoosh!
The torrential rain hung like a curtain, shrouding the entire mountain range in mist.
"So it really is that little bastard!"
Uncle Liu's face twisted viciously, his aura raging as he raced through the wind and rain like a ghost.
"You old bastard!"
Killing intent flashed in Qin Hao's eyes.
In terms of movement techniques alone, neither Qin Hao nor the Cloudwing Beast could match Uncle Liu, who was at the true martial realm eighth layer peak.
Unless Qin Hao and the Cloudwing Beast took flight to escape, Uncle Liu would catch up with them before long.
Qin Hao and the Cloudwing Beast simply stopped.
"Huh, this old bastard's aura has weakened quite a bit." Qin Hao gave a soft exclamation. "Even his cultivation is showing faint signs of dropping, but..."
"Since you insist on hunting me down, I'll finish you here!"
Before, Qin Hao had not been confident that he could fight Uncle Liu.
Now, however, his Wind-Rain Sword Domain had improved overall, at least doubling his combat strength.
Moreover, the rain was pouring down in torrents, greatly enhancing Qin Hao's Wind-Rain Sword Domain.
"Chirp, chirp!"
The Cloudwing Beast also stared savagely at Uncle Liu.
"Little One, don't attack yet."
Qin Hao turned his hand over and took out the Setting Sun Sword. "I'll take on this old bastard. True martial realm eighth layer peak, huh? Let's see who lives and who dies!"
"Little bastard, you killed my young master! I'll skin you, rip out your tendons, and cut you into a thousand pieces!"
In that brief instant, Uncle Liu had already arrived directly in front of Qin Hao.
Before he had fully closed in, Uncle Liu roared and struck out with his left palm.
Boom!
His true essence surged violently, forming a gigantic true essence palm over