The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

Let alone the two targets inside.

They stood motionless, maintaining the operation of their battle formation.

At this moment, their backs were turned towards Su Jingzhen, completely unaware of the commotion happening behind them.

One of them finally sensed a fierce gust of wind approaching and instinctively turned his head.

But all he saw was a dark shadow rapidly enlarging in his vision.

In the next instant, red and white matter exploded in the air once again.

Even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator couldn’t withstand a single brick from Su Jingzhen.

His head was blown off.

At least the guy died without any pain.

“Heh, the battle formation isn’t bad, but it’s a bit too rigid.”

When maintaining a battle formation, the one who is supporting stands still.

Unless there are others from the same faction guarding around them, isn’t that just asking to get beaten up?

After instantly killing one of them, Su Jingzhen executed another Nether Step.

Without any hesitation, he instantly dashed to the side of the other person.

With one person dead, their battle formation was instantly broken.

The early-stage Soul Formation aura surrounding Zhou Li quickly reverted to his original late-stage Nascent Soul level.

Because their battle formation was forcibly broken.

At this moment, Zhou Li spat out a mouthful of blood and suffered backlash.

The other member of the Zhou family, also in the mid-stage Nascent Soul, panicked upon seeing his companion fall.

He too suffered a backlash and was now at his weakest.

Seeing Su Jingzhen approaching with the brick, he instinctively wanted to flee.

However, at such close range, where could he possibly escape from the pursuit of the Nether Step?

“Your companion has already gone down, how could you bear to survive alone? Let me send you off!”

As Su Jingzhen closed within ten feet, he swung the brick several times.

He was cautious, in case the guy had other defensive talismans he hadn’t used yet.

However, when their battle formation was breached and his comrade was gruesomely killed, the mid-stage Nascent Soul man was already terrified beyond measure.

At this point, he had no other choice but to flee in panic.

Su Jingzhen’s sneer grew even colder.

Although resisting would still mean death, not resisting would lead to an even quicker demise!

A high-pitched dragon’s roar rang out.

The dragon-shaped energy swiftly caught up with the last mid-stage Nascent Soul of the Zhou family.

He had just taken to the air on his sword, only to be immediately struck down to the ground.

This blow, however, did not directly claim his life.

But Su Jingzhen showed no mercy.

His feet moved again, leaving several afterimages behind.

He quickly caught up once more.

In the midst of the man’s terrified expression, Su Jingzhen was impartial.

Another brick came crashing down on his head.

“A family should be united. If everyone else is headless, it would be strange if you were left with a whole corpse.”

Su Jingzhen’s lips still curled into a warm smile.

His ruthless demeanor at this moment truly matched the title of “smiling demon” that others had given him.

By now, all of the Zhou family’s Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators, except for Zhou Li, were dead.

Though more than half of them had died at Zhou Li’s hands, the credit was entirely Su Jingzhen’s.

“Mission accomplished, I suppose?”

He glanced over the battlefield, which spanned three hundred zhang.

All the damned had been killed—oh, except for Zhou Li.

But that guy had been severely injured by backlash and was no longer a threat.

“You!”

“You!”

“Pff!”

On the other side, Zhou Li, whose aura had already dwindled, looked at Su Jingzhen, who was holding a brick like a demon god.

He tried to say something, but only continued to spit blood.

His eyes were filled with extreme terror and disbelief.

He could not fathom how Su Jingzhen had survived their earlier bombardment.

“It’s surprising, isn’t it?

But there are still so many mysteries in this world that you don’t know.

The Zhou family will be removed from the list starting today.”

Su Jingzhen’s smile remained, though his tone was quite calm.

Su Jingzhen walked step by step towards Zhou Li.

Soon, he stood just a zhang away from Zhou Li.

Even though Zhou Li was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Su Jingzhen felt no fear given his severely injured state.

Moreover, from this distance, he could strike at any moment.

When it came to speed, even a late-stage Nascent Soul or Soul Formation cultivator would likely find it hard to match Su Jingzhen’s Nether Step.

Standing there, Su Jingzhen did not immediately make a move.

He looked up at the purple void barrier above, which resembled but was not quite the same as a Eight Trigrams formation.

With a smile, he said, “In any case, your Zhou family has provided such a useful barrier. Perhaps I should thank you.”

“Pff!”

As soon as Su Jingzhen finished speaking, Zhou Li spat out another mouthful of old blood.

It was a psychological blow as much as a physical one!

“I swear, even as a ghost, I will not let you off!”

The purple void barrier created by the Zhou family required them to pour their energy in the formation disk for it to be deactivated by conventional means.

Currently, there was no way for Zhou Li to escape.

At this point, Zhou Li seemed to realize his fate was sealed.

His eyes were filled with resentment and curses.

“As cultivators, how could we fear mere phantoms and demons?

Perhaps in your next life, if you are born with better talent, you might come back to seek revenge in a few decades.”

After saying this, Su Jingzhen did not hesitate further. He lifted the brick and struck at Zhou Li again.

A dragon-shaped energy surged out instantly.

At that moment, a purple sword light descended from the sky.

“How dare you try to kill my Zhou family’s patriarch!”

The voice was filled with unparalleled fury and immense killing intent.

Su Jingzhen was greatly shocked.

The purple sword energy had evidently reached the mid-stage of the Soul Formation realm.

Even with Su Jingzhen’s formidable combat strength, he could not afford to confront a mid-stage Soul Formation cultivator head-on.

He took another step, but this time he was retreating backwards.

He didn’t dare to persist and kill Zhou Li.

This attack was none other than Zhou Tong who was fighting with Shen Yifeng.

“Boom!”

As soon as Su Jingzhen began to retreat, a massive chasm was carved into the ground by the fierce sword energy.

The powerful shockwave sent the already extremely weakened Zhou Li flying several zhang away.

He slumped against the wall like a dead dog, blood flowing continuously from his mouth.

Su Jingzhen was also affected by the intense energy, and his internal blood and qi churned.

“Indeed, the difference between Soul Formation stage and Nascent Soul stage is like heaven and earth.”

Su Jingzhen sighed as he regained his footing.

But before he could finish speaking, a cold smile returned to his lips.

Earlier, Zhou Tong had sensed Zhou Li’s life-threatening danger and had forcefully released a sword strike to save him.

But this had trapped Zhou Tong himself in a dire situation.

“Old Zhou Tong, you dare to be so distracted when fighting me one on one. It seems you don’t take me seriously.

Since all the other members of your Zhou family are dead, you, as the ancestor, should accompany them.”

Shen Yifeng’s tone remained indifferent.

However, the killing sword in his hand erupted with blazing red light once again.

“Kill!”

Su Jingzhen watched as Shen Yifeng’s Nascent Soul mid-stage aura surged to its peak.

Holding the sword with one hand, Shen Yifeng’s sword tip quivered, and a seemingly light sword energy burst forth.

The sword energy transformed into an unassuming thread.

Zhou Tong’s expression changed drastically in an instant.

“Ask the Dao, Purple Void!”

Unable to strike Su Jingzhen with a second sword, Zhou Tong’s Soul Formation mid-stage aura reached its zenith.

At this moment, he once again activated his earlier secret technique.

He forcibly boosted his aura to the late Soul Formation stage.

Even as an observer, Su Jingzhen could sense the life force flowing away from Zhou Tong.

At this time, Zhou Tong raised the Purple Void Sword above his head.

He continually formed hand seals, causing the purple light on the sword to intensify.

In the next moment, the Purple Void Sword, imbued with immense power, shot towards Shen Yifeng’s sword energy.

“This old man’s full-force explosion could actually reach this level?

It seems one should never underestimate a Soul Formation cultivator.”

Su Jingzhen watched the battle from close range and was shocked.

Even though he was still bound by a more powerful entity, Bai Suzhen had not made a move.

Thus, the highest level of battle he had seen in the immortal cultivation world up to now might very well be this one.

In the next moment, as everyone held their breath in anticipation,

Zhou Tong’s ‘Ask the Dao Purple Void’ clashed with Shen Yifeng’s ‘Kill’.

“Clang!”

Zhou Tong’s real physical Purple Void Sword collided with Shen Yifeng’s Kill Technique, creating a sound of metal clashing.

The next moment, Shen Yifeng’s Kill technique, which was as thin as a silk thread, exploded into thousands of sword energies.

It directly knocked Zhou Tong’s Purple Void Sword away,

Even a stalemate could not be achieved.

It seemed that their attacks were not on the same level at all.

And those suddenly erupting thousands of sword energies continued to cut towards Zhou Tong with undiminished power!

“No… it’s impossible!”

“This… how could this be possible!”

Zhou Tong was frozen in the void.

He had not held back in the slightest.

Despite unleashing all his power, he still could not match Shen Yifeng.

This meant that from the beginning of the battle, Shen Yifeng must have been toying with him?

Zhou Tong could not accept this situation at all, and he repeatedly exclaimed that it was impossible.

He and everyone in Qingzhou could confirm that Shen Yifeng was only in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul.

But how could someone in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul be this strong?

Yet, despite the confusion and unwillingness, there was no way to change the current reality.

At this moment, Zhou Tong seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, allowing Shen Yifeng’s thousands of sword energies to approach him.

In the next moment, Su Jingzhen, who was the closest, only heard a series of squelching sounds.

The once formidable Zhou Tong in the mid-stage of Soul Formation was directly sliced into blood mist by the thousands of sword energies.

As Shen Yifeng had initially stated, the end of this battle depended on Su Jingzhen’s side.

Because Shen Yifeng indeed had the ability to end the battle at any time.

At this point, only Zhou Li remained alive on the battlefield within the three hundred zhang area.

Watching his ancestor being turned into blood mist, the despair in his eyes suddenly turned into a blank stare.

Everything felt extremely unfamiliar to him.

From the beginning, their plans and all their expectations had not been like this.

“This isn’t right; it shouldn’t be like this!

How could the Zhou family… be destroyed here…”

Zhou Li mumbled to himself, seemingly on the verge of madness.

His gaze suddenly turned towards the barrier, filled with hatred.

The direction he was looking at was unmistakably where Zou Zeyu was located.

To him, it seemed that those who had directed them here were even more detestable than those who had killed them.

Su Jingzhen was ready to strike and end Zhou Li’s life, resolving the grudge with the Zhou family.

But upon seeing the direction of Zhou Li’s gaze, he suddenly halted.

He watched with interest, wondering if Zhou Li might reveal some useful information.

“If Zhou Li has any useful information, it would be perfect.”

Zhou Li’s gaze towards that direction grew more and more vengeful.

However, just as he was about to speak, the spark in his eyes suddenly extinguished.

The aura of his late-stage Nascent Soul vanished in an instant.