Slaying the Sea Race

The cabin fell so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at Ning Fa in disbelief.

Comparison was what made the hurt; the three Late Core Formation cultivators from earlier had only produced spiritual radiance four to six feet long.

In other words, Ning Fa's spiritual power was two or three times stronger than that of cultivators at the same level.

Huo Yong stared at Ning Fa, his face filled with shock.

After all, he was the most familiar with Ning Fa among everyone aboard this ship. He had never expected the other man to be such a deeply hidden powerhouse.

The three Late Core Formation cultivators who had acted first all wore constipated expressions. They truly had not expected so many experts concealing their strength to be aboard this Spiritual Ship.

At that moment, Dream Weaver Fairy's beautiful eyes lit up. This length of spiritual radiance had finally surpassed hers by quite a bit.

More importantly, the transparent pearl was her magic treasure, and she could keenly sense that he clearly had not used his full strength.

This made her certain that the black-robed cultivator with the cold, stern face was very likely the person mentioned by the bronze mirror.

Naturally, this delighted her immensely.

She said in a sweet voice, "This fellow Daoist is indeed formidable. Are there any other fellow Daoists willing to give it a try?"

Everyone looked at one another, smiling bitterly.

The Late Core Formation cultivator with the waxy yellow face said with a trace of reverence, "With this fellow Daoist's strength, he would likely rank among all the Core Formation Cultivators on Qiyuan Island. We are far inferior."

Ning Fa merely smiled faintly, looking unfathomable.

In truth, he had not even exerted half his strength just now.

Seeing that no