The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1409: People Without Shame

Back when the Mystic Yin Sect was besieged by various factions in the South Yangtze, the real reason was due to Xie Sanniang, and it had nothing to do with what cultivation techniques the Mystic Yin Sect used.

Moreover, the Mystic Yin Sect didn’t have any cultivation techniques that absorbed men’s Yang energy.

Yi Qingyun’s words are purely slander.

Someone in the crowd collaborated, shouting, "Kill them, avenge our dead comrades!"

"A demon girl deserves death by everyone."

"Such beauty is a pity to kill; I’d rather make her my cultivation furnace."

"Indeed, this demon girl is quite beautiful."

"... "

These people spoke foul words, showing not the slightest bit of a cultivator’s demeanor. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

After a while, Murong Chong arrived with disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and upon seeing Wang Xiaoya and the others, he understood everything.

He stood in front of the three and lightly rebuked, "Do you have no shame? Nothing to do, bullying women here?"

Yi Qingyun glared at him and coldly sneered, "Oh, trying to be a chivalrous protector, huh? I know you’re close to Long Fei, but don’t forget, Long Fei is dead, and no one is backing you anymore. If you know what’s good for you, better move aside and not stand in the way of us ridding this demon."

Murong Chong coldly snapped, "I advise you to watch your mouth, or you might bite your own tongue."

Yi Qingyun laughed, "Murong Chong, have you really gained some skills? You’re just a minor disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, and you think you can challenge my Yi Family?"

Murong Chong questioned, "Do you know how your Yi Clan relative Yi Zhongcheng in Wuzhou died?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Who said my clan uncle died?"

Yi Qingyun was completely shocked, no one mentioned this matter to him.

Such a major family issue need not be reported to him; he had been on Mount Tai and was unaware of family matters recently.

Murong Chong sneered, "It seems you’re not only shameless but also somewhat brain-dead."

"You!"

Yi Qingyun, enraged, drew his sword, seeking assistance from Zichuan of Mount Shu.

Zichuan looked at Murong Chong and coldly said, "Murong Brother, we all know you were close to Long Fei. But Long Fei is dead; standing up for a dead person isn’t inviting trouble?"

"Enough nonsense!"

Murong Chong shouted, "Whoever dares harm them is an enemy of our Divine Sword Sect."

His shout made all the Divine Sword Sect disciples behind him draw their swords.

Originally, various disciples from different factions, eager to take advantage of the chaos, fell silent, not wanting to be troubled by the Divine Sword Sect disciples.

Yet Yi Qingyun remained defiant, not only summoning Zichuan but also a clan elder from his Yi Family for support.

He warned Murong Chong, "Murong Chong, I advise you not to meddle. As for these weaklings present, I, young master, have no eye for them."

The family elder stepped out, exposing the Soul Ascension Stage pressure.

The tension instantly escalated.

These elites have yet to breakthrough this step, some intentionally suppressing their growth to stabilize their foundation, while awaiting this opportunity to advance.

Murong Chong’s expression tightened as he summoned the Sword of Slaughter to forcibly confront the Nascent Soul Realm clan elder of the Yi Family.

Wang Xiaoya then voluntarily spoke, "Murong brother, we appreciate your kindness, but our Mystic Yin Sect isn’t to be trifled with."

Her gaze was icy as she stared at Yi Qingyun, sternly demanding, "You’re lauded as one of the ten great talents of Great Xia Country. Do you dare to come out and fight me?"

Yi Qingyun was momentarily stunned, not expecting Wang Xiaoya to challenge him?

His ancestor had nurtured him with Spiritual Root, having now broken through to the half-step Soul Ascension Stage.

Wang Xiaoya is only at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, still a tier below him.

With his hands behind his back, he smugly stepped forward, gazing at Wang Xiaoya with a cheeky smile, "Alright then, brother will accompany you for some fun!"

A crowd quickly cleared a space for them.

On the mountaintop, the wind howled.

Wang Xiaoya’s white dress fluttered as if she were a Heavenly Immortal descending to Earth.

Her beautiful and dignified face emitted a trace of coldness, her hand raised a crimson Feather Sword upright.

Three feet long, covered with feathers standing erect, but smoothed like a sword edge, its hilt made from feather bones, resembling an ordinary sword.

Yi Qingyun summoned his magical weapon, his face showing some pride.

The weapon gleamed with a bronze luster, illuminating the surroundings, exuding a Human Immortal aura that made weaker cultivators shiver.

This was a bronze longsword of Human Immortal-level, the Yi Family’s treasured heirloom, the Tang Yao Sword.

Carrying the Human Emperor’s Might, it pressured the surrounding magical weapons into quivering.

"Demon girl, today I’ll strip you in public!"

Yi Qingyun insulted, the Tang Yao Sword flicked downwards, his body shifted position with a flash, a sword aimed right at Wang Xiaoya.

A flash of green above Wang Xiaoya’s head, a cluster of Chaos Green Lotus rose, blocking the sword light of the Tang Yao Sword.

She swiftly pivoted aside, raising her sword to slant upwards.

Yi Qingyun’s eyes narrowed, knowing Wang Xiaoya’s Chaos Green Lotus’s power, recognizing it as a top-tier defensive magical treasure.

His eyes gleamed, thinking he must slay Wang Xiaoya and seize this treasure.

It was a natural Spiritual Root; if obtained, it would certainly be a unique asset among top talents.

His body suddenly twisted backward in retreat, the Tang Yao Sword carrying the Human Emperor’s Might swung down forcefully.

The sword glow spanned over ten meters, entirely enveloping Wang Xiaoya below.

The Phoenix Dharma Laksana emerged around Wang Xiaoya, the crimson Vermilion Bird Feather Sword also arched a ray of sword light, facing upward against the Tang Yao Sword’s glow.

The two sword energies collided, exploded fiercely, trembling the void with crimson flashes.

The massive aftermath fell, all filtered by the Chaos Green Lotus above Wang Xiaoya’s head.

Yi Qingyun lacked such a thing, his palm shook as he nervously retreated over ten meters before stabilizing his form.

Wang Xiaoya gave him no breath, her Dragon and Phoenix Bracelet flashing across.

With a boom, Yi Qingyun raised the Tang Yao Sword, triggering a sword barrier to block it.

The immense pressure of the Dragon and Phoenix Bracelet almost cracked his wrist, his blood boiled, feet sliding backward once more.

He vomited a mouthful of hot blood.

Wang Xiaoya huffed dismissively, "Is that all you’re capable of? Even the guard dogs at my family’s gates are superior!"

"You..."

Yi Qingyun was so furious he spat another mouthful of concealed blood, wishing to tear Wang Xiaoya apart.

The young cultivators around were shocked, not expecting Wang Xiaoya to possess such abilities.

A Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator had made Yi Qingyun, a half-step Soul Ascension Stage, spit blood.

They only reckoned Yi Qingyun’s level was built on Spirit Stones and Pill supplements.

Wang Xiaoya cultivated diligently on her own merit; she was a true Path Physique, naturally in harmony with the great path, easily comprehending any principles seen, her body endowed with Phoenix Bloodline, far more stable than Yi Qingyun.

This playboy could bully ordinary folks but revealed inadequate before true challenges.

His family elder supported him from behind, to uphold the Yi Family’s dignity, personally stepping in, glancing coldly at Wang Xiaoya, "Enough, you’re merely a lowly demon girl, unworthy to compete with my Yi Family. Our Qingyun spared you, yet you showed no courtesy, wounding him. Today you court death yourself; cannot blame me for bullying the weak."

Revealing the Soul Ascension Stage might, the void formed a large handprint, pressing toward Wang Xiaoya.

The Soul Ascension Stage stands a notch higher than the Nascent Soul Realm; as the handprint descended, the surrounding dust erupted upwards, the ground shaking in unison, rumble, rumble, rumble.