The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1313: Descent of the Blood Demon

On the mountain peak, the Blood Sea surged upward.

Blood Spirits, each trailing a stream of crimson blood, frantically charged up the mountain, turning the vast expanse of land into a sea of red.

The disciples above were terrified. Those who had just descended to the halfway point of the mountain suddenly reversed course, rushing back up in desperation.

The Blood Spirits roared, seemingly worshiping their king.

Fire erupted across the mountain range.

Thud, thud, thud—the muffled sounds echoed as the Blood Spirits were steamed, burned, and dissolved into ascending white mist.

But these roiling flames did nothing to halt their devout advance.

The crimson torrent of blood continued to spread upward wildly.

A group of disciples cried out in panic, "What on earth is happening here?!"

"What’s going on?"

"Is—Is a Demon Chief about to emerge?!"

"Something massive must be inside that Cauldron!"

"What do we do? Hurry and find an escape route!"

"...!"

Chaos engulfed the mountain as the crowd screamed and flailed about like ants on a hot pan.

Divine Child Fengchi shouted, "It’s dangerous here, everyone run!"

He hurled out a boat-shaped Magic Artifact, took a seat upon it, and vanished in a flash of white light.

Crane Cry of Feather King Star, brimming with bravado, roared, full of righteous indignation, "Brother Fengchi, this place is in peril! How can you just abandon us? I’ve finally seen through you—you’re nothing but a coward! Everyone, hold on! I’ll rush out and bring the Elders back to help!"

He summoned a Golden Feather Robe, draped it around himself, and disappeared in a streak of golden light.

"Bastard, I’ll spare you this time!"

Ying Wuque of Netherworld Star glared at Long Fei, spat hatefully, and refrained from entangling with him further due to the dire situation.

He pulled out a coffin-shaped Magic Artifact, dove inside, and escaped in a flash of black light.

The coffin was his ace—it was crafted by an Ancient True Immortal during the Five Decays of Heaven and Man to prepare for their demise.

Even True Immortals had limits to their lifespan.

This coffin could defend and attack, holding limitless mysteries—it streaked through the Void like a flowing light and quickly vanished.

The cultivators atop the mountain spat blood in frustration. These prodigies had all fled, but they themselves lacked such powerful Magical Treasures.

Now, Blood Spirits filled the hillside, and something monstrous clearly lingered within the Cauldron on the summit.

It was utterly hopeless—no escape upward to heaven nor downward to earth.

Long Fei remained steadfast, his gaze fixed on the humanoid Blood Spirit circling the Cauldron mid-air. He bellowed furiously, "You shall not have your way!"

He sensed that this entity was the source of the turmoil. Raising a hand, he summoned the Red Flame Gourd, unleashing the Phoenix True Flame directly at the humanoid Blood Spirit.

"Seeking death!"

The Blood Spirit, weak and unwilling to confront Long Fei, darted backward, its hands outstretched.

From beneath the Cauldron, streams of black mist billowed forth, enveloping the Phoenix True Flame and extinguishing it in bursts of violent explosions.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Phoenix True Flame shattered under the pressure of the black mist.

"What manner of monster are you?"

Long Fei resolved: as long as he could slay this Blood Spirit, the tide of Blood Spirits would retreat.

The Copper Coconut Divine Wood Sword flew forth from his person, transforming into forty-nine strands of Mysterious Light that encircled the Blood Spirit.

"Human Race whelp, once old I escape this prison, you shall be the first I slaughter!"

The Blood Spirit, aware of Long Fei’s formidable power, maneuvered around the Cauldron, refusing direct confrontation.

It seemed bound to the Cauldron’s control, unable to flee beyond its confines, merely darting here and there atop it.

Its speed was so swift that even Long Fei could not catch up for the moment.

The Blood Spirit roared loudly, "Darkness is soon to descend upon the earth—only those who submit to our Demon Race shall survive. Whoever slays this brat, I will accept you as my servant. You shall transcend the Three Realms and obtain eternal life."

Below the mountain, blood waves rolled, surging higher and higher.

Entire groups of disciples, caught in the sweeping tide, frantically unleashed their Magical Treasures to repel the Blood Spirits within.

But the Blood Spirits were overwhelmingly numerous, and those who faltered were swiftly dragged into the tide.

Both their physical forms and Primordial Spirits imploded, consumed and dissolved by the blood tide.

Some disciples, in desperation, fled into the Flame Emperor Palace behind them.

The soaring flames within instantly immolated them into nothingness.

The various sect prodigies and elite disciples who had been seeking opportunities within the Flame Emperor Palace witnessed this carnage and immediately summoned their secret treasures to escape.

Streaks of Mystical Light crisscrossed the sky, and in an instant, over a thousand individuals fled far and wide.

Wang Xiaoya’s group heard the commotion and stopped refining their opportunities, moving swiftly to leap atop the Cauldron.

Murong Chong surveyed the scene around him and exclaimed in shock, "What the hell—are these Blood Spirits insane?"

Long Fei commanded sternly, "Stop gawking and quickly eliminate the Blood Spirit on the Cauldron!"

"Got it!"

Chu Feng summoned the Overlord Spear. Without hesitation, he charged alongside Murong Chong, Wang Jie, and Wang Xiaoya.

The Blood Spirit was but a fragment of the Demon Chief’s Killing Intent housed within the Cauldron—it locked onto Wang Jie and lunged straight at him.

Among the group, it swiftly discerned Wang Jie’s relatively weaker strength.

Wang Jie shouted defiantly, "Just in time!"

He spread the Great Roc Gold Wings on his back, releasing a torrent of flames from his mouth that surged toward the Blood Spirit.

The Blood Spirit flinched, darting away in terror.

Long Fei was briefly surprised and saw Wang Jie boasting, "Brother, I just ate a fruit, and it’s already proving effective."

Earlier, when Wang Jie and Chu Feng’s group descended, each of them had gained something.

Wang Jie consumed a vermillion fruit that, upon partial refinement, unlocked a layer of his Great Roc Bloodline.

This Roc Fire was on par with the flames of other Demon Clan bloodlines.

Having just acquired the skill of turning essence into fire, Wang Jie’s spontaneous combustion proved effective, scaring away the Blood Spirit with its intense heat.

The Blood Spirit wailed vehemently, "Curse you, whelp! When I emerge, I’ll slaughter every last one of you!"

It gave up on assaulting Wang Jie and instead fixated on Wang Xiaoya, surging toward her.

A Phoenix Dharma Laksana materialized above Wang Xiaoya.

The Laksana radiated blazing fire and soared into the air, attacking the Blood Spirit.

The Blood Spirit cursed loudly, "Damn you! What bloodlines do you people come from?"

It seemed to fall into despair—the group was filled with Rocs, Phoenixes, and dragons—none seemed remotely normal.

The Blood Spirit sought to break through in the direction of Chu Feng and Murong Chong but was blocked by the emergence of a Stellar Barrier and a Tai Chi Barrier.

The tremendous pressure surpassed even the powers of Wang Xiaoya and Wang Jie by threefold.

"You’re finished!"

At that moment, Long Fei raised his hand to form a seal.

A giant hand manifested in midair and attempted to imprison the Blood Spirit with Spatial Law.

To Long Fei’s shock, the Blood Spirit slipped free of the spatial constraints, wriggling loose like a mudfish.

Undeterred, Long Fei waved his hand, summoning twelve black Formation Flags that scattered into position, encircling the Blood Spirit.

The environment here was ill-suited for the Twelve Demon Gods’ Banner Spirits.

Fire Elemental Force and malevolent energy were natural opposites.

Nonetheless, in order to trap the Blood Spirit, Long Fei spared no expense.

Activating his spiritual power, Long Fei attempted to refine the Blood Spirit,

but then an array of sword lights surged toward him from all directions.

Disciples engulfed by the Blood Sea had been left with no other options and controlled their Longswords to ascend, each staring at Long Fei with bloodshot eyes.

The Blood Spirit sensed their presence and shouted, "Human Race whelps, pledge yourselves as my servants! Utter my true name, and you shall obtain eternal life. Slay these few, and I shall accept you."

Rather than targeting the Blood Spirit, these individuals raised their Longswords toward Long Fei and his group, their gazes mutually exchanged as they yelled, "Don’t blame us—we’re getting desperate here."

"Brothers, if we kill them, this might be the greatest opportunity we can seize."

"The Demon Race is descending! If we follow the right master, we’re guaranteed to rise to prominence!"

"The prodigies are all gone—we’re stuck here, so we won’t let them succeed either!"

"Yes, we’ll make them suffer when we escape this place!"

"..."

As though possessed, they gathered, deluding themselves, conjuring streaks of Mystical Light in midair, and wielded their swords to assault Long Fei’s group.

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