The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud
Chapter 1088

<h1text-align:" center"=""><spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Chapter 1088: Playing with Fire in Front of Me?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Although Su Jingzhen's attack was extremely brutal, the sword strike he unleashed was still a powerful sword aura.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The only difference from other sword cultivators was that this sword strike was entirely driven by his bloodline power.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"A mere body cultivator dares to act tough here?"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Seeing Su Jingzhen take the initiative to attack, one of the black-robed youths sneered in disdain.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Immediately, he drew a broadsword and slashed toward Su Jingzhen with a force that seemed capable of uprooting mountains.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Their attacks collided in an instant.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The sword aura that Su Jingzhen had unleashed was instantly shattered.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">A tremendous force surged through him, forcing him to retreat more than ten steps.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Su Jingzhen felt a wave of excitement. This strike had been purely his own strength, without relying on any external power.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">And his opponent was at the mid-stage of the Mystic Immortal Realm!

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">In fact, Su Jingzhen estimated that this guy was at the sixth level of the Mystic Immortal Realm, on the verge of breaking into the late stage.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">This meant Su Jingzhen had crossed an entire major realm and more.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Achieving a near draw in the first strike was something to be proud of.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Moreover, if he were to use some of his hidden techniques, such as the toxins of the Pink Poisonous Woman, the Seven-Colored Purifying Flame, or the Flesh and Blood Fire, he could likely overwhelm his opponent.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">In other words, his current combat strength was enough to dominate within the Mystic Immortal Realm.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">If he added Bloodthirst into the mix, he could probably kill this sixth-stage Mystic Immortal Realm opponent in a very short time.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">While Su Jingzhen was excited, the face of the black-robed youth darkened.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">With the result of his strike, he was deeply dissatisfied.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">He had thought that with his strength, this sword strike would surely annihilate Su Jingzhen, who was only at the Spirit Saint level in body cultivation.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"No wonder you were chosen by Lin Ying even though you are only a Spirit Saint in body cultivation. You have some skills, but that's all."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The black-robed youth sneered again.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">His aura surged once more, and his expression became slightly more serious.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Great Sun Sword Art!"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Suddenly, a layer of golden light enveloped the black-robed youth.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The sword in his hand seemed to ignite with golden flames, and his entire body became blazing hot.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The golden flames on his sword grew increasingly intense, gradually forming a small sun-like sphere.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The surrounding void seemed to distort under the heat. Seeing this, Su Jingzhen was momentarily stunned, but then a cold smile appeared on his lips.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Playing with fire in front of him?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Even if it was a flame-based sword art, it was like showing off a sword in front of Guan Gong - a futile display.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"If you want to play with fire, let me teach you a lesson."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The Seven-Colored Purifying Flame and his Flesh and Blood Fire were known to very few people.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Friends like Jian Ling and Han Qianxue would never reveal his secrets to anyone.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">It was unlikely that anyone in the Emperor Realm knew about them.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Of course, Su Jingzhen had many ways to hide the Flesh and Blood Fire and the Seven-Colored Purifying Flame.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">A faint golden flame still flickered on Su Jingzhen's body, but no one noticed it.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">At this moment, Su Jingzhen chose not to interrupt the black-robed youth as he prepared his sword art.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">When the blazing sun at the tip of the sword reached its peak intensity, the youth hurled it toward Su Jingzhen without hesitation.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">With a cold smile, Su Jingzhen spread his arms wide.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">It was as if he was welcoming the blazing sun into his embrace.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Haha, die!"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Seeing this, the black-robed youth naturally assumed that Su Jingzhen had realized the gap between them and had given up resistance.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Sigh, it seems that none of the ten helpers brought by Saintess Lin Ying will survive this time.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Their cultivation level is completely inferior. There's no way they can win.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">No matter how you look at it, Chen Lang has completely outmaneuvered Lin Ying this time."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"..."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">As the spectators sighed, the blazing sun sword aura reached Su Jingzhen.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Without any surprise, it crashed into his chest.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The next moment, the intense sword aura turned into a sea of fire.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Su Jingzhen's location instantly became a ball of flame, as if it would completely incinerate him.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Seeing this, the other helpers that Lin Ying had brought nearby suddenly changed their expressions.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">They couldn't help but feel a sense of shared despair.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Even Lin Ying, who was fighting Chen Lang high above, noticed this.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">A wave of hopelessness washed over her.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">This time, she had pinned her greatest hopes on Su Jingzhen and his two companions.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">If Su Jingzhen died so pointlessly, it would undoubtedly push her into an abyss.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Facing Chen Lang, she would have no chance of turning the situation around.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">A bitter feeling surged in Lin Ying's heart. Perhaps this was fate.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">However, as she looked at Chen Lang, who still wore that infuriating smug smile, her anger only grew.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The snowflake patterned sword in her hand gleamed with a cold light. Without hesitation, she formed a sword seal and launched an attack at Chen Lang.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">But at that moment, Su Jingzhen, who was supposed to be engulfed in flames, reappeared unharmed in front of everyone's eyes.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The blazing sun sword aura had completely disappeared.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Su Jingzhen even had a look of satisfaction on his face.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"You!

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">How is this possible?

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">How could you survive a direct hit from my Great Sun Sword Art?"

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Seeing Su Jingzhen unharmed, the black-robed youth who had unleashed the sword art rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">After confirming that it was real, a trace of fear crept into his heart.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Instinctively, he activated the Great Sun Sword Art again.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Another blazing sun sword aura formed at the tip of his sword.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Without any hesitation, he hurled it at Su Jingzhen.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Once again, Su Jingzhen spread his arms wide.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">He embraced the blazing sun.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">A few moments later, he reappeared completely unharmed.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Your sword aura is a bit weak."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Su Jingzhen chuckled.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">This was bizarre!

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Absolutely bizarre!

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">The expression on the black-robed youth's face turned ugly.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Without hesitation, he took a step back, distancing himself from Su Jingzhen.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">He walked over to another companion.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">"Brother Liu, deal with him. He seems to be countering my skills."

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Realizing that his strongest technique was completely ineffective against Su Jingzhen, the youth decisively switched opponents.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">He had a vague feeling that if he continued to fight Su Jingzhen, something unexpected might happen.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">However, just as he finished speaking and before he could switch opponents, a sudden wave of weakness washed over him.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">It was as if all the power in his body had vanished in an instant.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">At the same time, he felt a chilling sensation in his chest.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">Looking down with difficulty, he saw the sword that should have been in Su Jingzhen's hand.

<spanfont-weight:" 400"="">It was now firmly embedded in his chest.