The Nascent Soul Stitching

"Where do you think you're going!"

Watching the eight Female Flood Dragons flee in different directions, Zhao Han reached out and put the enormous dragon corpse into the System Space. With a single slash, he also destroyed the dragon soul that had yet to fully condense, using it as nourishment for the Blade Fiend.

Then he took off after them in a single bound.

The Blood Red Flood Dragon was left behind, watching from above, completely dumbfounded.

So were the many monsters that had been secretly watching on behalf of the Qingyuan Sea Dragon. But they had already fled.

At that moment, the Blood Red Flood Dragon's brain had crashed.

What was going on? Who was I? What had I just seen?

The Qingyuan Sea Dragon had actually been killed!

It was a true dragon. Though it had been born from a sea dragon mating with another monster, it had inherited most of its bloodline from the sea dragon, so it still looked more like a dragon.

It was stronger than a Flood Dragon in every way, both by nature and by cultivation.

Such a powerful being had ruled the surrounding seas for who knew how many years, and now it had died just like that.

The Blood Red Flood Dragon watched Zhao Han chase after the other eight Female Flood Dragons, then stared at the mangled flesh drifting through the water. Its eyes widened in disbelief.

"Even the dragon corpse vanished in the blink of an eye... How big would a Storage Ring have to be to hold it?"

The Blood Red Flood Dragon had been hoping to scavenge a bite of dragon meat. Seeing the corpse disappear, it was stunned.

Not wanting to waste a thing, it quickly opened its jaws and swallowed a good deal of the