A Nascent Soul Cultivator's Storage Bag! Defying the Strong and Bringing Down the Curtain, a Reputation Stirring Beneath the Surface!

"What? What is that phantom? And what technique is it using?"

"He's nothing but a Core Formation ant! How does he possess so many terrifying techniques?"

At last, fear appeared in the eyes of Daoist Tianzhu's second Nascent Soul.

The sinister flood dragon phantom, a thousand feet long, radiated an oppressive, prisonlike majesty. Caught unprepared, the second Nascent Soul was crushed beneath its vast draconic might. Though he possessed Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, his soul had yet to stabilize, and he had suffered fresh injuries. He simply could not withstand it.

His consciousness soon recovered.

But the triple suppression of the draconic might, the River-Calming Pearl, and the Dust-Returning Vase left his soul trembling, his body rigid, and his magical power sluggish. At the same time, a powerful suction dragged his body helplessly forward!

"No-"

Facing the terrifying Breath Exhalation that streaked across the sky like a death ray, the second Nascent Soul's pupils contracted violently. He wanted to struggle, flee, or counterattack, but could do none of them.

Yet he was, after all, a Nascent Soul-level existence. He forcibly gathered his soul, burned his magical power, and compelled his body to move.

It was not a full movement, but a desperate shift accomplished with all his strength.

Hiss-!

The beam did not strike his head.

It pierced the second Nascent Soul's chest!

Before that beam, the humanoid being's chest was as fragile as paper. His armor shattered, his flesh vaporized, and his bones melted away!

Dragonkin Breath continued unabated, passing clean through the body of Daoist Tianzhu's second Nascent Soul without the slightest obstruction, then plunging onward into the open sky.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

A bowl-sized hole appeared in his chest, its edges charred black and still trailing wisps of smoke.

The opening had an