The Fish That Slipped Through the Net

Once this Primordial Spirit was released, it would probably leave everyone else wide-eyed.

At this moment, Zhao Han had three kinds of energy within him. His inner energy and Wood Element True Qi were distributed through his meridians and Acupoints, while Fire Element True Qi was contained in his flesh and skin.

With three kinds of energy at his command, Zhao Han had no idea how strong he was.

What he lacked were offensive techniques: martial skills for Wood Element True Qi and martial skills for Fire Element True Qi.

"Uh..."

"This simplification is going to be a long road. Ten dragon bones or Flood Dragon Bones—those won't be easy to find!"

That was equivalent to killing ten dragons or Flood Dragons. Flood Dragons were one thing, but dragons were out of the question.

Zhao Han had never encountered a dragon to this day.

"Right, plenty of people in the Beggar's Gang have dragon bones. Why not focus on killing those people, and pick up some Tai Sui meat along the way?"

"With my strength now, only Long Qianqiu, the Beggar's Gang Leader, could stop me, and even he could only hold me off for a while. Killing anyone else would be as easy as turning over my hand!"

Long Qianqiu was merely a relatively powerful cultivator in the Spirit Condensing Realm. Zhao Han wasn't afraid of him.

Of course, the Beggar's Gang had more than that. Among its former Gang Leaders who had voluntarily stepped down and its Grand Elders, there were definitely some in the Divine Domain Realm.

For all he knew, some Old Beggar scavenging for scraps to eat in a small County Town might be one of them.

After putting away the Flood Dragon's body and head, Zhao Han recalled the Formation Disk and returned to