The Coming Storm

After Old Beggar's shock came anger, so fierce that he laughed in rage.

"Hahahaha! Good, very good indeed!"

To Old Beggar, this meant that despite knowing his cultivation was high, the other party still looked down on him. Anger could not help but rise within him.

"If you really let this Corpse Dragon charge into the human world, where would I, Old Beggar, put my face?"

Old Beggar no longer struck with his palm. He directly unleashed a movement technique and, in an instant, caught up with the Corpse Earth Dragon once more. With extraordinary agility, he landed atop the Corpse Dragon's head, standing between its two Dragon Horns.

"Aangh roar—"

The Corpse Dragon wildly flung its head, but Old Beggar's feet seemed to have taken root upon its skull, utterly immovable. The surrounding foul qi and filthy waves were completely driven away by his immortal light, unable to taint even a fraction of him.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Old Beggar, who had never cared about appearances, directly pulled out his Trouser Belt and viciously whipped it down upon the dragon's head. The Trouser Belt lengthened in the wind, swung in an arc beneath the dragon's head, then came back around from the other side to be caught in Old Beggar's left hand.

The next moment, Old Beggar's hands erupted with immense force as he heaved upward.

"Roar..."

Amid its howls, the dragon's head was hauled toward the sky by that force. Then its entire Dragon Body was pulled into the high air, rising even faster and more fiercely than it had been moving before. The whole Earth Dragon was stretched ramrod straight, as though Old Beggar had directly lifted it into the sky.

"Disciples, watch closely. Today, I, this Old Beggar, will teach you what effortless mastery truly