Resisting a Nascent Soul Cultivator by Force

In the blink of an eye, Ning Fa's cultivation had reached the peak of Mid Golden Core, only a single step away from Late Golden Core.

Combined with his current Mysterious Thunder True Body state, the Spiritual Pressure he emitted was already far stronger than that of an ordinary Late Golden Core cultivator.

Though it was still far from comparable to a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the gap was no longer an insurmountable chasm.

The green-robed old man's eyes widened slightly, astonishment appearing on his face.

Then he snorted coldly and fiercely slapped the green cauldron before him.

Surging green mist immediately poured from it, forming a sea of green clouds in the blink of an eye.

It rapidly spread toward Ning Fa, while a nauseatingly foul stench wafted from the green fog.

Ning Fa snorted coldly and, refusing to yield, released a vast expanse of silver thunderclouds. Countless bolts of lightning danced within them like spirited fish.

The two equally sized clouds, one green and poisonous, the other silver and thunderous, collided, stirring up waves like raging billows.

Yet the green Poison Cloud was clearly denser. It soon gained the upper hand, forcing the silver thunderclouds back step by step.

However, the green-robed old man's expression instead turned uglier. He had already gone all out, yet he could not utterly crush a mere brat at Mid Golden Core. It was a blow to his dignity.

With another cold snort, he slapped the Spirit Beast Bag at his waist.

Two flashes of light streaked forth, followed by a black poisonous scorpion and a green poisonous wyrm with a single horn on its head.

The black poisonous scorpion's tail gleamed with icy light, while the green poisonous wyrm's horn sprayed countless needle-like rays of poisonous light.

Both beasts radiated the powerful aura