True Lord Fenglong had initially been somewhat puzzled as to why Sikong Yuanlie had stopped him.
But after Sikong Yuanlie's lips moved slightly in a voice transmission, shock and disbelief immediately appeared on his face. Unable to help himself, he furrowed his brows and scrutinized Ning Fa again.
The rage in his eyes faded, replaced by profound alarm.
For just now, Sikong Yuanlie had briefly told him of Ning Fa's current formidable strength. Clearly, Sikong Yuanlie was not joking with him.
The brocade-robed burly man and the white-haired beautiful woman also underwent a drastic change in expression. They too had heard Sikong Yuanlie's transmitted warning.
The five of them immediately looked at Ning Fa as though facing a formidable enemy.
Ning Fa, meanwhile, stood with his hands behind his back and a faint smile on his face, looking utterly composed.
Yet the gaze he turned upon Sikong Yuanlie carried threads of chill.
Sikong Yuanlie had escaped with his life last time. This time, Ning Fa would never let him go.
As for these five, even without Blue Lightning and Hei Yu's aid, his current strength alone should have been enough to deal with them.
After all, setting aside his own strength, his Five Flames Lamp spirit treasure had already been fully restored, and he had obtained the even more powerful Zhou Tian Lei Yan Mirror.
It was no exaggeration to say that his current strength should have been enough to contend with a High-level Great Cultivator.
But Ning Fa did not rashly make a move. Instead, he turned to look at the black-robed young man, who was suspected to be a Nascent Soul Late Stage Heavenly Puppet.
That man was also looking at him, with even a hint of a smile curling across his face.
Ning Fa's brows knit slightly.