After the two of them had flown several hundred miles in succession, Ning Fa's expression darkened.
He had no idea what kind of treasure that black ring was. In the short term, his Supreme Metal Divine Thunder could not break it.
Continuing to flee would only waste mana. He had already decided to fight Murong Zhaoxue.
After all, not long ago, he had just killed two Nascent Soul Cultivators.
His opponent was merely at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, and a lightning-attributed cultivator at that.
With all his methods unleashed, victory was not impossible—and the odds were not small.
At that moment, he noticed a deserted island dozens of miles to the right, shrouded in a thunderstorm.
His expression shifted, and he immediately flew toward it.
Before long, he came to a stop atop a relatively gentle rise on the island.
Ning Fa merely cast a faint silver barrier, easily blocking the lightning crashing down around him.
Then, utterly at ease, he watched Murong Zhaoxue's tall, graceful figure fly to a point not far before him.
The woman stared at him with strange light in her eyes and asked coldly, "Who exactly are you? Where do you come from?"
"No comment," Ning Fa said calmly.
A cold glint flashed through Murong Zhaoxue's eyes. "Were you the one who killed the Thunder Devouring Ancestor?"
Ning Fa narrowed his eyes. Then, as though shifting forms and changing shadows, he flashed several yards away.
At the same time, two dark-blue flying needles shot straight through the place where he had been standing.
After missing their strike, they gave a slight flicker and vanished into the air.
Ning Fa's figure then flickered in and out of sight, swift as lightning as he evaded the flying needles.
Meanwhile, Murong Zhaoxue flipped her right hand over