Battle Against Sikong Jing

Another half day passed.

Ning Fa, seated on Little Ice's back, abruptly rose and looked behind him. Sharp light flickered in his eyes, and a trace of delight appeared on his face.

By now, the pursuers were only a hundred li away. Through his divine sense, he had also detected their exact situation.

There was only one of them—and it was Sikong Jing.

This delighted him beyond measure.

It seemed Yun Jin's earlier words had not been entirely empty boasting.

The Sikong Family's Nascent Soul Cultivators were likely still trapped within Zi Xu Palace. They believed Sikong Jing alone would be enough to deal with Ning Fa, so they had sent her after him by herself.

With that, Ning Fa had nothing to fear.

Against cultivators of the same rank, he had absolute confidence.

Even if this woman was a prodigy among the Sikong Family's younger generation, he did not fear her in the slightest.

With that thought, Ning Fa stored Little Ice in his Spirit Beast Bag, then stood in place with his arms folded.

He decided to have a proper fight with this woman.

Soon, a blazing escape light came hurtling over, and Sikong Jing flew out from the flying boat.

Seeing Ning Fa's composed, unhurried expression, she revealed a look of surprise before sneering. "Why have you stopped running?"

Ning Fa smiled faintly. "If it's only you, I don't think I need to run."

Hearing this, Sikong Jing seemed to have heard some amusing joke. She burst into wild laughter, making her chest heave.

Then she fixed Ning Fa with a blade-sharp gaze. "It's been a long time since anyone dared speak to me like that. When I first saw you at that Seven Treasures Merchant Guild auction, I already thought your divine soul was powerful. I