The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1279 I Don’t Believe You at All

The battlefield was engulfed in dark mist, resembling a raging fire devouring a field of crops.

The onlookers were all excitedly watching the spectacle, with a reporter from the Great Xia newspaper already preparing to announce Long Fei’s demise.

Who could have predicted that a massive black beast would suddenly soar into the sky amidst the dark mist, engaging in a frenzied slaughter?

The very individuals who were besieging Long Fei earlier found themselves encircled and attacked by these dark beasts.

The Corpse Clan Elder cried out in shock, "The Witch God Flag? How is he still able to activate it?"

He knew that Long Fei had suffered a Great Dao Injury, which should render it absolutely impossible for him to use his spiritual power at this moment.

Yet, as soon as the Banner Spirit of the Witch God Flag appeared, the tide of the battle shifted dramatically.

The beasts and disciples of the Corpse Clan were devoured one by one by these monstrous creatures, as if they were willingly feeding themselves into their jaws.

The Corpse Clan Elder felt a deep unease, and he summoned a shimmering Immortal Bone Sword, searching the battlefield for any trace of Long Fei.

In that moment, a golden Mysterious Light suddenly struck at him, like a concentrated sun blazing into his eyes.

Even with his Cultivation Level at the Soul Ascension Stage, he couldn’t help but wobble, shouting in astonishment, "Who’s ambushing me?!"

Long Fei suddenly emerged from behind him, tearing through the void with bizarre and eerie movements, as if he had ripped open an invisible dimension. He swung a staff fiercely at the back of the Corpse Clan Elder’s head.

With a thunderous "bang," the Corpse Clan Elder’s chest exploded, spewing out a torrent of fresh blood.

He staggered forward, instinctively struck backward with his sword, and then rolled to the ground before retreating frantically.

The blow landed heavily.

The force infiltrated the weakest part of his flesh and detonated from there.

The Corpse Clan Elder’s heart was gravely damaged, leaving him gasping for air.

A wicked smile played at the corner of Long Fei’s lips as the Mount Shu Haotian Mirror hovered above his head, once again dazzling the Corpse Clan Elder’s eyes.

Over the past two days, Long Fei had refined all the magical treasures collected from the battle at Tianzhu Mountain using the Mystic Yellow Pagoda.

The spiritual imprints in these treasures were easily purified by the Mystic Yellow Pagoda.

This treasure was designed to target the Primordial Spirit; even closing one’s eyes couldn’t prevent the Divine Sea from suffering the devastating impact of Taihua’s Light.

The Corpse Clan Elder shielded his eyes with his hands, his head swimming as he roared in fury, "You wretch! Weren’t you on the brink of death?!"

"Barely strong enough to manage one more fight!"

Long Fei responded with a polite grin, and a humanoid Dharma Laksana over six meters tall materialized above his head. It raised its massive hand and slammed it toward the Corpse Clan Elder.

The Void Seal formed, and an enormous handprint enveloped the Corpse Clan Elder entirely.

The Space Law and Time Law coalesced within this handprint, creating a spatial mire akin to a black hole that trapped the Corpse Clan Elder within.

The Corpse Clan Elder’s blood qi had already waned; even raising his sword risked further damage to his already fragile heart.

"Which senior cultivator is here to lend a hand?!"

He unleashed the Corpse Beasts stored in his Storage Ring with a desperate shout.

Dark mist surged skyward as the Corpse Beast burst through the void, its colossal figure frightening everyone nearby into cries of disbelief.

The creature turned out to be a massive elephant, towering over ten meters tall like a small mountain, charging toward Long Fei’s illusory handprint.

With a blaring trumpet, the Corpse Beast bellowed.

The immense impact shook the void atop the Corpse Beast’s head, stirring a wild gale around it.

Despite the chaotic entanglement of Laws in the illusory handprint and the rippling fervor within, akin to waves crashing violently, the handprint easily suppressed the creature, encasing it as if within a grinding mill, and with a "boom," crushed its massive body to dust.

Blood mist sprawled across a hundred-meter radius, tainting the air with the stench of the Corpse Beast’s putrid blood.

The Corpse Clan Elder barely escaped unscathed but hadn’t yet reached the safety of his comrades when a golden talisman chased him down.

The talisman radiated the overwhelming might of the Human Emperor, descending upon him like a mighty mountain of oppression.

With a thunderous boom, the ground quaked violently.

The Corpse Clan Elder’s body was torn apart by the talisman’s crushing force, his Nascent Soul wrapped away in its power.

A Mount Mao disciple cried out in sharp recognition, "That’s the Human Emperor’s Scripture from our Mount Mao!"

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"Is this guy even injured at all?"

"He’s probably setting up a trap to bait us in!"

The Corpse Clan Elder perished before the eyes of the gathered cultivators.

In just over ten rounds, a Soul Ascension Stage expert was utterly defeated without any chance of resistance.

The crowd turned to stone, staring dumbfounded at Long Fei.

Chu Feng and his group were so thrilled they shouted in elation, confident that Long Fei wouldn’t fight a battle without a plan.

Ji Wanyu, atop a nearby hill, pulled her sister’s hand, exclaiming, "Look, Sister! Brother-in-law is absolutely invincible!"

Ji Wanrong scowled and cursed, "Isn’t this thanks to the ginseng I gave him? Not a single word of thanks, and he dares to play hard-to-get with a forced rejection!"

The nearby spectators, stunned cultivators munching on sunflower seeds, broke into a chaotic uproar, as though they’d seen a ghost.

Over a hundred Corpse Clan disciples were devoured by the Witch God Flag’s Banner Spirits, their agonized screams serving as a feast for the spirits.

Long Fei stowed the Witch God Flag, wasted no time, and absorbed every last bit of the Corpse Clan Elder’s and the Corpse Beast elephant’s blood mist.

He pulled out a white handkerchief, coughed weakly twice, and—appearing utterly frail—asked the opposing cultivators, fists clasped, "Are there any other seniors seeking revenge? Please step forward; I can barely manage one more fight!"

The gathered cultivators cursed silently, utterly disbelieving his bluff.

With the Power of Thunderbolt, Long Fei had unleashed an array of magical treasures, terrifying everyone present.

Long Fei had become a classic nouveau riche; just moments ago, he’d deployed the Mount Shu Haotian Mirror stolen from Elder Jianmu of Mount Shu, the Human Emperor Talisman taken from Mount Mao Supreme Elder White Crane Daoist, and many recently acquired treasures that hadn’t even been used yet.

Elder Zhang Kun of Dragon-Tiger Mountain felt deeply reminded of his encounter two days prior with Long Fei, when the latter had struck him with a staff, causing his intestines to spill out.

After retreating to heal with Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s sacred treasure, the Dragon-Tiger Nourishing Pill, he had only just mended his physical body.

Now, seeing Long Fei boasting, Zhang Kun dared not act, instead urging the Mount Shu Elder, Elder Cang Song, saying, "Elder Cang Song, this brat is wielding the Haotian Mirror, one of Mount Shu’s sacred treasures! I beseech you to act and smite this demon to uphold Esoteric Sect Orthodox Path’s reputation!"

He deliberately spoke loudly, intending for everyone to hear that Long Fei had insulted Mount Shu.

An uninformed disciple shouted furiously, "Elder, please avenge Elder Jianmu!"

"Elder, you must reclaim the Haotian Mirror for Mount Shu!"

"Elder, you can’t let this brat run rampant!"

"Elder Cang Song, this brat is merely putting up a desperate fight. His Great Dao Injury is severe and absolutely cannot heal so easily. If you strike now, his death is certain."

The agitated crowd made Elder Cang Song’s face turn grim, pushing him into a corner.

As the highest-ranking cultivator present, if he dared not act, Mount Shu would surely lose face among the Daoist Sects.

It would be impossible for Cang Songzi to maintain any reputation within the Daoist Sects in the future.

Stretching out his hand, he shouted loudly, "Sword, come forth!"

A longsword tore through the void, radiating extreme brilliance, humming as it vibrated before firmly landing in Elder Cang Song’s grasp.

With sword in hand, he stepped forward, locking eyes with Long Fei, and coldly shouted, "Demon Chief, how dare you steal Mount Shu’s treasures? You are deserving of a thousand deaths. Since you’ve chosen death, I shall grant your wish!"

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