The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1311: Third Dragon Prince

Long Fei stared at the massive Golden-Haired Ape, his brows furrowing slightly as he secretly refined his essence into Qi to replenish his spiritual power within the Divine Sea.

Back when he broke through to the Soul Ascension Stage, that overwhelming torrent of spiritual power was something he could no longer summon now.

The gap between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Soul Ascension Stage was immense. Now, with his cultivation realm reduced, dealing with these young prodigies at Nascent Soul Realm Peak was only possible through a combination of physical strength and spiritual power. It was far from satisfying.

Back then, he could suppress Soul Ascension experts with just a flick of his hand.

He secretly deployed the Mountains and Rivers Map and sneered mockingly at Yuan Wudao, "Come on, little monkey. Let Grandpa take a look at whether your buttocks are truly red."

"What did you say?"

Yuan Wudao roared in rage. Already fighting furiously, he hadn’t expected Long Fei to bring up a taboo topic about his clan.

Among the monkey clan, the greatest taboo was others mentioning the redness of their buttocks.

He clenched his fist and fiercely swung it toward Long Fei.

His golden fur danced wildly, as if he were a massive golden mountain pressing downward. Boom, boom, boom, the air resounded with muffled echoes.

Divine Child Fengchi shouted, "Brother Yuan, be careful of his trickery!"

He sensed that something was amiss with Long Fei. Angering an opponent during battle was surely a ploy.

However, Yuan Wudao wouldn’t listen, and his fist slammed down.

Feigning weakness, Long Fei retreated hurriedly.

Bang, bang, muffled echoes erupted.

Yuan Wudao’s pounding fists repeatedly struck the Alchemy Furnace, causing the Copper Cauldron to tremble violently. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

With one final punch, he suddenly struck downward.

But the firm sensation of the ground was absent, and mystical light rose all around, completely enveloping his body.

In an instant, Yuan Wudao’s surroundings transformed dramatically.

No longer was he atop the Copper Cauldron; instead, he found himself in an idyllic wilderness.

Startled, he shouted, "What is this place?"

A raging ape, a scarlet-haired colt, and a Golden-Winged Roc suddenly appeared. The sky whistled, and the Roc followed soon after.

The three were none other than the Sea Demon Ape, Daoist Huo Ju, and the Golden-Winged Roc.

The Three Demon Kings of Fangzhang Island—Sea Demon Ape and Golden-Winged Roc Demon King—had been trapped inside the Mountains and Rivers Map by Long Fei.

Later, during the battle at Tianzhu Mountain, Daoist Huo Ju had also been sealed within.

The Mountains and Rivers Map housed an independent realm akin to a Storage Ring, but with the Yin-Yang and Five Elements flowing within, as well as temporal changes.

Inside, it resembled the real world, yet those trapped could neither break through the space nor escape it. The confinement alone could drive someone insane.

Though this map wasn’t the original artifact but rather a True Immortal imitation, it was more than sufficient to deal with ordinary cultivators.

Despite its imperfections, unless someone was highly proficient in formations, escaping from within was virtually impossible.

The Sea Demon Ape, the Golden-Winged Roc, and Daoist Huo Ju had been locked in endless battle within it, now so starved they were delirious, unable to defeat one another.

With an outsider finally entering, the three turned, their eyes glowing red.

Before Yuan Wudao could react, they swarmed him simultaneously.

The starving Sea Demon Ape had lost all reason. Without considering that Yuan Wudao belonged to the ape clan, it bit fiercely into his flesh, tearing off a chunk of meat.

"Bastards! Where is this place?"

Yuan Wudao screamed, fleeing desperately, though his voice was no longer audible to those outside.

Fengchi, Yu Clan’s Heming, and Ying Wuque from the Corpse Clan stared dumbfoundedly at Long Fei.

Such a hulking presence had vanished in a flash of light, disappearing completely before their eyes.

Long Fei calmly stored away the ancient painting, deciding not to use it again.

This treasure couldn’t attack nor defend actively; it could only remain as a trap awaiting prey.

Tricking Yuan Wudao once had worked, but he couldn’t hope to fool these prodigies a second time.

Fengchi knew Long Fei had numerous magical treasures and that the three of them couldn’t win. He shouted to the surrounding disciples, "The demon’s here! If he doesn’t die, none of us will survive! What are you waiting for? Join us in killing this demon!"

The disciples from various sects weren’t foolish; they realized Fengchi was only recruiting help because he couldn’t win.

Long Fei hadn’t wronged them, so they saw no reason to take such risks.

Within the crowd, only one man spoke up in agreement, "The Human Race—are we all cowards afraid of taking action?"

A golden light flashed, and a man wielding the Tri-Edged Double-Blade appeared. He lunged toward Long Fei, stabbing fiercely.

The blade glinted coldly, radiating murderous intent, like a streak of white lightning that reached Long Fei in an instant.

Long Fei took a deep breath and clapped his hands forward forcefully, catching the glowing blade with a snap.

The three-foot blade froze with a hum, bending into a sharp arc under his grasp.

Above the blade-wielding man’s head, a Golden Dragon Dharma Laksana roared. With a deafening dragon cry, immense power surged forth, generating a fierce gust of wind that forced Long Fei back several steps as he gripped the blade tightly, shaking the furnace beneath him.

"You’re from the Dragon Clan?"

Long Fei narrowed his eyes, and above his own head appeared the Azure Dragon Dharma Laksana. He stamped his right foot down with a crack, stabilizing his stance and halting the blade-wielding man’s advance completely.

One dragon azure, the other golden.

Two dragon-shaped Dharma Laksanas roared in the sky, their echo forcing everyone around to cover their ears.

The blade-wielding man sneered coldly, "Demon, I didn’t expect you to possess such fortune—to obtain our Dragon Clan’s bloodline."

He jerked the blade away, retreating several steps, standing alongside Divine Child Fengchi and the others. Pointing the long blade at Long Fei, he declared, "I am Ao Cheng, Third Crown Prince of the South Sea. You dared kill my sworn brother, and today you’ll pay with your life!"

"I wondered who it was. Turns out Black Loach’s relative has arrived?"

Long Fei smirked and taunted, "I wasn’t satisfied eating Black Jiao Dragon’s flesh last time. Now that you’re here, let me have a taste of the Demon King’s son!"

The surrounding cultivators clicked their tongues in awe, muttering to themselves about the Demon King’s brutality. Facing the Third Crown Prince of the South Sea Flood Demon King’s lineage, he showed no fear and even desired to consume him.

Divine Child Fengchi feigned politeness and said, "Brother Ao, thank you for stepping forward to assist. Together, let’s kill this demon and split the treasures within the furnace together."

Ao Cheng snorted coldly, "Don’t address me in such familiarity. I’m unrelated to you. I’m here to kill this man solely because he killed my family’s kin. It has nothing to do with you. Furthermore, the furnace belongs to me. Don’t even think about coveting it."

His domineering attitude displeased Divine Child Fengchi, Heming, and Ying Wuque, who exchanged annoyed glances.

The three whispered among themselves, deciding to let this foolish dragon clash with Long Fei first while they waited to reap the benefits.

Long Fei swallowed an entire bottle of Qi Replenishing Pills. His Dantian churned furiously, restoring his Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

He pointed at Ao Cheng, beckoning him with his hand, "Little loach, make your move! That dragon meat of yours—I’ve already decided to eat it."

"You’re courting death!"

Ao Cheng roared and threw out a magical treasure. It shone with seven-colored mystical light, instantly expanding to the size of a giant mountain and hovering in the air, pressing down toward Long Fei.

The item was the Rainbow Coral Reef, personally crafted by an ancestor of the South Sea Dragon Clan. Heavy as a mountain, dense as meteoric iron, it gleamed with seven-colored light capable of dazzling one’s primordial spirit.

As the artifact emerged, the surrounding cultivators quickly shut their eyes.

The void trembled, and the air currents buckled under the weight of the mountainous coral, whipping into thunderous winds rolling outward.

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