The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

Chapter 631: Will You Go Down Yourself or Shall I Send You?

Just a moment ago, Mu Yihong was full of confidence in the arrow that was aimed at him.

At that moment, he had wanted to form a defense that could withstand Su Jingzhen’s strike, but it was already impossible.

All he could see was the black brick in Su Jingzhen’s hand, growing larger and larger in front of his eyes.

Without any surprises, it smashed into his chest.

Mu Yihong gently closed his eyes.

He gave up the fight.

Having misjudged Su Jingzhen’s true form earlier, he had already lost.

“Boom!”

A surge of immense power suddenly hit Mu Yihong.

His body staggered and then flew horizontally.

He landed heavily outside the arena.

Almost all of his meridians were shattered by Su Jingzhen’s massive blood energy at that instant.

However, Su Jingzhen had spared his Dantian foundation.

This severe injury would require ten or fifteen days of recuperation to recover.

Mu Yihong lay on the ground, his eyes blank.

He found it hard to accept this outcome.

But the excruciating pain from his broken meridians left him no choice.

All he could do was sigh helplessly.

As he felt his life slipping into darkness, Su Jingzhen stood at the edge of the arena and looked at him.

“You are quite impressive.”

Unlike his previous contempt for Mu Yifeng, there was no mockery in Su Jingzhen’s words to Mu Yihong.

Mu Yihong had indeed given him an unprecedented sense of pressure.

But now, Su Jingzhen’s fighting spirit had increased even more.

Moments ago, he had broken free from Mu Yihong’s lock.

This was because his Netherworld Spirit Technique had advanced once again.

At this moment, he was able to leave six afterimages.

This was the peak of the second stage, the Nether Step, of the Netherworld Ghost Technique.

If he could advance to seven afterimages, he would reach another realm, the Ghost Step!

Then his speed would increase many times over.

In the Divine Intent Realm, no one might be able to capture his true form.

As a body cultivator, it would be easy to get close to any qi cultivator.

After saying this to Mu Yihong, Su Jingzhen did not hesitate.

He headed to the next arena.

After all, there were thirty-six out of forty-nine arenas challenging him in this round.

This meant that he still had thirty-four battles ahead of him.

However, he was not afraid of these opponents.

In his opinion, there might be someone stronger than Mu Yihong in the Divine Intent Realm, but not by much.

Before he exhausted his strength, he should not need Bai Suzhen’s help.

He should also not need to break through by points.

Seeing Su Jingzhen moving towards the third arena, Mu Yihong, who was lying on the ground, felt even more lost.

Meanwhile, the central square, which had been quiet for a long time, erupted in noise once again.

“Great, he really did it.

Mu Yihong still couldn’t stop his advance.

A True Embryo Realm body cultivator overpowering a Divine Intent Peak cultivator.

I’ve witnessed a miracle today.

He truly lives up to being that person’s successor.”

“Ah, speaking of that person, you have to admit that Su Jingzhen is still a bit inferior to his master.

That person is only supposed to be at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

But back then, that Nascent Soul Middle Stage caused a lot of trouble for many young talents in the Luo River region.”

“In my opinion, if no Unity Realm cultivator deigns to challenge him, Su Jingzhen might truly be invincible among Divine Intent cultivators.”

“Not necessarily. After all, these challengers are clearly aiming for a continuous challenges.

Even with his absurd combat power, it’s unlikely that he can single-handedly defeat all the challengers.

After all, this is only the first round, and it’s only the Mu Yi family that has made its move.”

“…”

As Su Jingzhen stood firmly on the third arena, the anticipation in the crowd grew even stronger.

From the moment Su Jingzhen stepped onto the stage, the Heavenly Dragon Assembly seemed to have subtly changed its nature.

He, Su Jingzhen, had undoubtedly become the sole protagonist of this Heavenly Dragon Assembly.

“Yaoyao, this time you are truly a hero of our Heavenly Dragon Race,” said the Heavenly Dragon Lord who was sitting next to Qiu Yaoyao in the central position, looking at her with admiration.

Qiu Yaoyao smiled, “It’s a mutual blessing for him and our Heavenly Dragon Race.

With just a few drops of North Sea Dragon blood, he was able to obtain such a pure Silver Dragon bloodline.

Isn’t that the fate of our Heavenly Dragon Race?”

The Heavenly Dragon Lord nodded and said nothing more.

But Qiu Yaoyao’s heart was far from calm.

At this moment, Qiu Yaoyao and Xuening were far away from Su Jingzhen.

Otherwise, the anxiety in their hearts would have already manifested.

Su Jingzhen looked playfully at the next Divine Intent Realm cultivator sent by the Mu family.

This person was only at the seventh stage of Divine Intent.

Although it was considered the late stage of Divine Intent, he was still inferior to the previous Mu Yi Feng.

Su Jingzhen did not intend to fight.

He smiled and said, “Do you want to go down yourself, or shall I send you?”

The intense pressure from Mu Yihong had ignited his fighting spirit.

He wanted an opponent at Mu Yihong’s level, and this Divine Intent Seventh Stage Cultivator was lacking.

Upon hearing this, the man’s face turned grim.

Subconsciously, he looked back at Mu Yijin in the crowd.

Then, he gritted his teeth and raised his fighting spirit as well.

Looking at Su Jingzhen, he said, “I am Mu Yichun, please guide me!”

Under this changing situation, Mu Yichun knew that his cultivation level made it impossible for him to be Su Jingzhen’s opponent.

Therefore, his only task was to exhaust Su Jingzhen’s strength as much as possible.

He believed that he could still do this with all his might.

Su Jingzhen nodded and had no intention of wasting words.

He stomped his foot hard, leaving six afterimages behind.

His figure immediately approached Mu Yichun.

The black brick in his hand swung towards Mu Yichun’s chest.

If the brick had moved up a few inches, it would have hit Mu Yichun’s head, causing a fatal blow.

But in a sparring match like this, it was quite normal to use an accident as an excuse.

If one or two people were killed, the Mu family wouldn’t dare to do anything.

But Su Jingzhen was not afraid of killing, nor did he enjoy it.

In Qingzhou, he had the title of Smiling Ahura, but he didn’t want to be a killing god.

This brick came unexpectedly, and Su Jingzhen’s move was abrupt.

Mu Yichun didn’t even react.

He felt a powerful force strike him.

His meridians were all shattered.

He couldn’t help but fly out of the arena.

Then he landed heavily on the ground, his breathing collapsed, and he immediately fainted.

With Su Jingzhen’s intense fighting spirit, even with the element of surprise, a Divine Intent Seventh Stage couldn’t withstand a single blow.

His intention of exhausting Su Jingzhen’s strength was achieved, but it wasn’t very meaningful.

Su Jingzhen still had a smile on his face.

He continued on to the fourth arena.

With each defeat, his momentum seemed to increase.

He truly had the aura of a god slayer, a Buddha slayer.

In this combat state, Su Jingzhen’s momentum began to subtly change.

His aura became more and more intimidating.

He looked at the fourth arena where another Divine Intent Seventh Stage cultivator was standing.

He asked the same question, “Will you go down yourself, or shall I send you?”