"Fellow Daoist Lu, you let me win."
Ning Fa smiled faintly.
Then he drew back his right hand, which blazed with lightning.
With a thunderous roar, the enormous hand of lightning also vanished into thin air.
Lu Hanyou's Azure Flying Sword had dimmed, its spirituality clearly greatly damaged and its injuries far from light.
At this moment, Ning Fa had also gained a preliminary understanding of his own strength.
His previous estimate had indeed been correct. His current strength had truly reached the level of a Great Cultivator.
He had defeated Lu Hanyou in a single move—a man who had grasped the second level of sword intent and could be considered outstanding among cultivators of the same realm.
The spectators might have thought that he had gathered power for a long time and exhausted all his strength, but in truth, he had merely struck casually.
He had not even used his Natal Magic Treasure, divine abilities, or spells. It had been purely a suppression of Mana.
Such an overwhelming dominance over ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators was indeed something only those at the level of Great Cultivators could achieve.
Among the many Nascent Soul Cultivators watching from several miles away, apart from Fairy Chaolu, everyone else—including Cang Ya, Mingguang, and Duan Ming—was dumbstruck.
It was not that they had never considered that Junior Brother Ning might be stronger than they imagined and capable of defeating Lu Hanyou, but it should still have been a hard-fought battle.
They had never imagined that Ning Fa would defeat his opponent so cleanly and decisively with a single move.
And Lu Hanyou had even used his second level of sword intent.
This undoubtedly showed that Ning Fa's strength far surpassed their imagination. He was simply not comparable to an ordinary Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator.