"Boom!"
With a tremendous explosion, the fellow in front of Lu Qian turned himself into a suicide truck bomb!
He actually wanted to take Lu Qian down with him!
Moreover, the explosion was every bit as powerful as a Level 8 Soul Tool bomb. At such close range, even a Soul Douluo would have faced a considerable risk of death.
Yet when the smoke cleared, Lu Qian was still standing calmly in place.
It was as though the explosion had not affected him at all.
Suddenly, Lu Qian's gaze shot straight toward a distant hillside, and a slightly cruel smile appeared on his face.
"Tsk, tsk. A Level 8 Soul Tool bomb, and he didn't suffer a scratch. This fellow really is impressive."
"Young master, Lu Qian seems to have spotted us."
"Heh heh, since we've already said hello, leaving now wouldn't be rude."
With that, Han Xi swiftly left the hillside under the protection of the old man beside him.
"Leaving already? That was quite an interesting welcoming gift. Han Xi, I'll remember you."
He had used an ordinary person to lower Lu Qian's guard, and somehow, an ordinary person had been able to use a Soul Tool bomb.
This Han Xi was rather interesting!
Lu Qian did not attack Han Xi immediately, because he could sense that the old man beside Han Xi was a Super Douluo, and very possibly a Limit Douluo as well.
As for Han Xi himself, Lu Qian was somewhat puzzled, because he could not sense even a trace of Soul Power from him.
In other words, that bastard Han Xi could actually conceal his Soul Power.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others were still behind him, so Lu Qian naturally did not dare act rashly.
But Han Xi was no fool either.