It was rare for cultivators to detonate their dantians, even in the worst cases.
If they did, they could almost be sure that their enemies would die, but their souls would be completely erased and they would never reach the wheel of reincarnation.
For any orthodox Taoist and even criminals, that was worse than simply dying.
'That's going to hurt...' Qingyi thought, feeling the heat in his back breaking through the wall of ice that had formed around him.
In the next moment, the explosion came. All the Qi around Blackbeard accumulated in a single point before being released.
The cave was immediately filled with an intense light and Margareth's soldiers barely managed to retreat in time before the fire took over.
Qingyi was only able to protect his body with the black dragon's scales.
The impact of the explosion sent him flying and broke some of his ribs, causing him to cough up a gout of blood.
