The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1277: Someone Has Fallen into the Trap

Chu Feng and the others had no idea what he was planning, especially since his body was already in such a state.

Not only did he refuse to leave quietly, but he wanted to act so ostentatiously and even reveal the details of his condition.

If this didn’t entice people to seek revenge, he wouldn’t be satisfied.

Still, they trusted Long Fei—if he was doing this, there must be a reason behind it.

A group spread word immediately, sparking a tempestuous uproar among those at the foot of the mountain.

Long Fei’s enemies were practically eager to set off fireworks in celebration.

Someone cursed loudly, "That kid thinks he’s clever? After slaughtering so many of our brothers on the mountain, he still dares to think he can leave here and return home peacefully?"

Another sneered, "He’s begging for mercy! Wants to lower himself, go back, and find a way to heal his body. What a cunning little plan—too bad he didn’t bother to ask if we would agree."

"This time, no way we let the tiger return to its den; we’ll crush him completely here."

"Let’s inform the grandmaster right away and prepare to ambush this bastard on his way down."

"We’re joining, too! This time, we must avenge our grandmaster’s death!"

A swarm of cultivators gathered—some seeking revenge, others feigning righteousness to use the opportunity to seize the magical treasures Long Fei possessed.

Within just a day, thousands upon thousands regrouped at the foot of the mountain, openly blocking the only path Long Fei must take to leave.

Meanwhile, Tianzhu Mountain’s magnetic aura had begun to intensify, forcing the Divine Dragon Auction House to shut its doors and prepare its own departure.

Under the collective protection of his companions, Long Fei staggered forward, clutching his chest with difficulty, occasionally stopping to let out a fit of coughing.

His act was certainly far stronger than any rookie actor.

Chu Feng and the others furrowed their brows tightly. Long Fei had told them his body was fine, but seeing him like this now made them deeply uneasy.

Long Fei, committed to his performance, simply let them remain tormented a little longer.

The group journeyed alongside Wang Dabao, Yan Ruyu, and others from the Divine Dragon Auction House. In gratitude for the auction house’s help this time, Long Fei took out two porcelain bottles, giving one to Wang Dabao and the other to Yan Ruyu.

Inside was none other than Tier-6 Detoxification Pills.

Wang Dabao was briefly stunned. Though he was accustomed to major dealings, as he uncorked the bottle, his body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

These were two priceless pills, and Long Fei had handed them over casually, without the slightest hint of reluctance. freēwēbnovel.com

Were it not for the looming disaster Long Fei was about to face, Wang Dabao might have stayed to face it alongside him.

People blessed with such fortune were extremely rare.

Yan Ruyu narrowed her brows tightly, her curiosity about Long Fei intensifying.

Yesterday, she’d watched him kill mercilessly and assumed he was a brash, lawless Demon Chief who knew nothing of propriety.

But now, with gestures like these, he proved to be quite thoughtful.

Receiving a gift herself made Yan Ruyu inexplicably happy.

The group descended the mountain, but the once-flourishing marketplace was now devoid of people, save for a few scattered remnants of stalls.

The mountain wind swept across, billowing dust and leaves through the air, making the place look desolate, as though no one had visited for ages.

To reach the Royal Family’s base, Long Fei and his group had no choice but to follow this path.

Everyone lifted their heads nervously, a sense of foreboding hanging heavy in their hearts.

Chu Feng cautioned, "Be careful. Someone’s lying in wait here."

Wang Jie turned to Long Fei, asking worriedly, "Brother Long, are you sure your body can handle this?"

"Yeah, wouldn’t it be better to rest a day or two on the mountain?"

Murong Chong and the others looked solemn, already drawing their magical treasures, ready for battle at any moment.

Yesterday, Long Fei had greatly offended Ji Wanrong. After her departure, she’d enlisted Ji Ruhai and Jiang Buyi to take Ji Wanyu as well.

Now, within Long Fei’s group, there were no Soul Ascension Stage cultivators to offer protection.

Though Wang Dalong had a few strong fighters on his side, no one expected much from them.

Long Fei remained calm, shaking his head at the group softly.

He led the way forward, moving weakly, his demeanor that of a frail patient with no hope.

Wang Dabao sighed inwardly, "Heaven envies great talent. If you make it through this tribulation today, I, Wang Dabao, will surely forge a bond with you!"

From the shadows, someone couldn’t resist striking.

A streak of light shot out from behind the mountain rocks with a sharp swoosh, accompanied by the sound of Sword Qi slicing through the air, aimed straight at Long Fei.

Countless wanted him dead, and this Nascent Soul Realm disciple was just one of them.

Seeking revenge for his brother and acting on the old master’s suggestion, he risked attacking, mostly to probe Long Fei’s abilities.

He feigned a move, aiming to kill if possible but ready to retreat if he couldn’t succeed.

But Chu Feng intervened, and with a sudden tremor of his Overlord Spear, an immense force erupted forth, resembling a black Jiao Dragon as it pierced toward the disciple.

The disciple’s sword clashed against the Overlord Spear in midair.

The collision unleashed swirling energies as the two powers collided with a thunderous roar.

The ground quaked as the disciple’s body stiffened. With a resounding yell, his sword shattered instantly, and he found himself crushed under the force of Chu Feng’s Overlord Spear, as if an entire mountain had flattened him. He exploded into fragments.

His Nascent Soul attempted to flee, only for Wang Xiaoya to cast a spell, binding it with the Red Flame Gourd Vine and sealing it inside Long Fei’s Mystic Yellow Pagoda.

Throughout the ordeal, Long Fei hadn’t lifted a finger; he merely gazed ahead lifelessly like a helpless invalid.

Chu Feng, gripping his spear, roared furiously, "Cowards! Step out and face me openly if you have any guts. What kind of skill is lurking and hiding in the shadows?"

He swept the Overlord Spear forward sharply, forming a hundred-meter-long illusion that obliterated the merchant stalls ahead entirely.

A violent cloud of dust surged into the sky, taking a long while to settle.

A lead cultivator emerged from the dispersing dust, followed by more and more, gathering as factions assembled—each person bearing a murderous expression.

The ground trembled, voices boomed.

In mere moments, the enemy ranks had grown to tens of thousands strong.

From afar, shadowy figures poked their heads out, their faces alight with excitement.

Before, they had only watched the spectacle from the base of the mountain; now, they could witness it up close.

Practically every faction had arrived.

Over the past few days, they had suffered immense losses, their forces crushed under Long Fei’s onslaught, with nearly half their elite disciples slain.

How could they possibly swallow this humiliation?

The array of opponents stood dense and imposing, much like a well-organized force.

But on Long Fei’s side, there were only a dozen or so individuals.

Wang Dabao, ever the merchant, immediately raised his hand and shouted, "Folks, we at the Divine Dragon Sect are just here to spectate. Whatever grudges you have, settle them amongst yourselves. We’re leaving!"

With a polite smile and clasped hands, he led his group to leave promptly.

"Shameless!"

Lin Shanshan rolled her eyes at Wang Dabao, silently scolding him for being utterly unreliable.

Earlier, he had even been chatting warmly with Long Fei, saying things like, "If you ever need help, just come to us."

But as soon as Long Fei handed over Tier-6 Pills, he had the nerve to flee without a shred of loyalty.

The others remained calm; after all, they knew they weren’t truly aligned with the Divine Dragon Auction House.

To everyone’s surprise, however, Yan Ruyu chose to stay, even teasing Lin Shanshan with a grin, "Little girl, who’s being disloyal now?"

Lin Shanshan was pleasantly surprised, asking, "You’re sticking with us?"

Yan Ruyu shrugged, "Of course. You all look so pitiful, bullied by all these villains. If I were to abandon you, wouldn’t that just be heartless?"

"Clearly, this sister here is more loyal than those men."

Lin Shanshan’s fondness for Yan Ruyu instantly deepened, filling her with joy.

Long Fei turned to look at Yan Ruyu, slightly surprised, and reminded her, "Miss Yan, there’s a real chance none of us will survive this time. The pill I gave you earlier was merely a kind gesture; you don’t have to do this."

Yan Ruyu tilted her chin up proudly and chuckled softly, "Young Master Long, you’re too courteous. I stayed because it’s what I want to do. Your gift has nothing to do with it—it’s simply how I, Yan Ruyu, prefer to live."

Although she appeared gentle and ladylike, her personality was as fierce and unyielding as any man’s.

Rumor had it she was the daughter of a notorious bandit leader. Today, she proved those stories were no exaggeration.

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