A Small Test of Skill

This made cultivators from the other sects wary of Ning Fa. In their hearts, he had been branded as dangerous.

It could be said that although Ning Fa had yet to exchange blows with Fang Yong, this display alone had already left the gathered cultivators somewhat shaken.

The smile on Fairy Ningxiang's face also changed, and her throat bobbed involuntarily.

Because she was standing so close to Ning Fa, yet she had been completely unable to catch his movements.

This undoubtedly meant that if Ning Fa wanted to kill her, she might not even have time to react.

Even the Nascent Soul Cultivators could not help revealing looks of surprise.

True Lord Chiyang set down his wine cup and smiled faintly. "As expected, one who lives up to his great reputation is no ordinary man. Seeing the leopard through a tube, one can tell that young friend Ning's strength is truly extraordinary. It seems this will be a battle of dragons and tigers."

True Lord Tianfu, who had originally been full of confidence, could not help frowning as nervousness began to stir within him.

In the air, Fang Yong's pupils contracted slightly before returning to normal. "Fellow Daoist Ning, please."

He then gave a soft shout and fiercely swept his right hand before him.

Flashes of light appeared, and seven illusory talismans of different colors emerged. They circled one another in a ring, spinning ceaselessly before him.

Fang Yong abruptly pointed at one of the talismans. It blazed with light and spewed forth a dazzling burst of flame, which immediately transformed into a red cloud.

Countless dark-red fireballs the size of millstones poured from the red cloud and smashed toward Ning Fa.

That was not all. Fang Yong repeatedly pointed at the numerous talismans before him.

The talismans successively spewed