"Urgh! Urgh!"
Amid a heap of dirt.
Qin Hao pushed aside the soil burying him and climbed to his feet, using the Setting Sun Sword in his right hand for support.
His face was pale, his aura wavering. He had barely stood up when he spat out two mouthfuls of blood.
"A true martial realm eighth layer peak cultivator's self-detonation was actually this terrifying. Its power was probably no weaker than a Saint Martial Grandmaster's."
Qin Hao still felt a lingering dread.
When Uncle Liu detonated himself, Qin Hao had reacted remarkably quickly.
He had immediately shifted the entire Wind-Rain Sword Domain to defense and used his true essence astral qi to shield his body. On top of that...
Qin Hao had also activated the Heavenly Dragon Armor!
Even with all those layers of defense, the blast had still injured him.
That alone showed just how powerful a true martial realm eighth layer peak warrior's self-detonation was.
"Little One, are you all right?!"
Qin Hao circulated the Great Dao Spirit-Seizing Art, absorbing heaven and earth spiritual energy to heal his injuries, then immediately headed toward the Cloudwing Beast.
Compared to Qin Hao, the Cloudwing Beast was in far worse shape.
Still in the form of a golden eagle, the Cloudwing Beast lay on the ground with a feeble aura, its sharp eyes filled with pain and fury.
"Chirp, chirp."
The Cloudwing Beast gave a cry of grief and indignation.
When Uncle Liu detonated himself, the Cloudwing Beast had been farther out than Qin Hao. In other words, Qin Hao had blocked most of the blast's force.
Had the Cloudwing Beast faced the blast directly, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"Never mind that for now. That commotion was too big. Let's get out of here."
Seeing this, Qin Hao breathed