The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1410: This Guy is Still Alive

Murong Chong’s eyes were bloodshot, he let out a long roar, "Old scoundrel, how dare you!"

Wang Xiaoya is Long Fei’s woman, he must protect her with his life if necessary.

Above his head was the Tai Chi Dharma Laksana, the Sword of Slaughter was fully activated, stirring up the Myriad Demons Dharma Laksana in the air.

Various illusions of wolves, insects, tigers, leopards, birds, beasts, insects, and fish all appeared above his head.

The sword light shook the heavens, fiercely stabbing towards the hand imprint of the Yi Clan elder.

The surrounding youths were startled, those seeing Murong Chong take action for the first time exclaimed simultaneously, "Is this the Human King’s Body?"

"One of the most powerful physiques in legend, capable of fighting across realms?"

"The murderous aura of this sword light is too intense!"

"Only the Human King can wield it!"

"..."

Crack!

A crisp crunch, the sword light slashed through the virtual hand imprint of the Yi Clan elder, shattering it to pieces with a roar.

The elder’s Divine Sea trembled violently, the virtual hand imprint invoked by spiritual power was shattered by the sword, and even his physical palm split with a crack.

As formidable as his Soul Ascension Stage pressure was, it couldn’t withstand the fierce glow of the Sword of Slaughter.

The residual force spread, completely filtered by the Chaos Green Lotus above Wang Xiaoya’s head.

The Yi Clan elder raised his hand and called, "Bring me the sword."

Yi Qingyun hurriedly nodded, raising his hand to present the Yi Clan’s Tang Yao Sword to him.

He grasped it, a golden light erupted on it, a Golden Dragon coiled upon it, both power and sword aura were a hundred times stronger than when Yi Qingyun used it earlier.

The Human Emperor’s Sword Might was not inferior in the slightest before the Sword of Slaughter.

The Yi Clan elder glared at Murong Chong and said sullenly, "Young one, are you really going to meddle?"

Murong Chong stood in front of Wang Xiaoya, his expression firm, and said, "She is my brother’s woman, I swore to protect her wholeheartedly."

Wang Xiaoya furrowed her brows, not wanting him to be implicated, and clasped her fists behind him, advising, "Murong Brother, I appreciate your good intentions. You are a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, don’t bring trouble to your sect because of me."

Murong Chong turned and said seriously, "Little Ya, you don’t have to be like this. Brotherly loyalty fears no trouble."

The Yi Clan elder cursed loudly, "You don’t appreciate kindness, then go to hell!"

He, a cultivator at the Soul Ascension Stage, couldn’t suppress a junior at the Nascent Soul Realm, had long been holding back a belly full of fury.

If not for considering this was the Divine Sword Sect, he would’ve started the massacre long ago.

The dragon might of the Tang Yao Sword shook, flashed a golden sword light that coiled towards Murong Chong.

The ground’s flowers, grass, and rubble were shattered by the sword aura, boom, boom, shattered into powder and scattered into the air.

The disciples on both sides’ hearts trembled, they all retreated backwards.

Murong Chong was unwavering, wielding the Sword of Slaughter, rolling up a sword aura to greet it, clashing fiercely with the sword aura of the Tang Yao Sword.

Boom,

Boom,

Boom!

Explosions reverberated as the two battled swords across the air, with the sword auras ceaselessly colliding, flattening a meter off the mountain peak in between.

Dirt and debris flew wildly, gravel scattered.

The entire mountaintop shook with their sword aura, collapsing continuously.

"You scoundrel, ruining the reputation of my Mystic Yin Sect!"

Wang Xiaoya glared at the smug-looking Yi Qingyun, lifted her longsword, transforming into a white shadow and striking towards him.

She wanted to alleviate pressure for Murong Chong, divert to save.

Yi Qingyun was the Yi Clan’s genius, the elder wouldn’t ignore him.

The sword aura of the Vermilion Bird Sword swayed, flashed a rainbow light to chop fiercely towards Yi Qingyun.

Yi Qingyun shuddered in fear, hurriedly conjuring an ancient zither of the Yi Clan, strummed, the humming zither sound formed an invisible net that completely enveloped the sword qi.

A burst of booms erupted in the air, the red Vermilion Bird Sword was completely filtered by the zither sound.

Someone exclaimed from the side, "Isn’t this ancient zither the Human King Fuxi Zither?"

"Legend is true, the Human King’s Zither is indeed in the hands of the Yi Clan."

"Oh my, no wonder the Yi Clan can be the ministers for a hundred generations, the family’s foundation is so deep."

"The Yi Clan was indeed Tang Yao’s successors, after the Human Emperor, they certainly have a foundation."

"..."

Yi Qingyun coldly shouted at Wang Xiaoya, "You lowly girl, do you wish to kill this young master?"

He played the zither with both hands, the sound intensified, followed by beasts’ totems roaring and snarling, rushing madly at Wang Xiaoya.

Wang Xiaoya’s longsword rolled up, conjuring a red light barrier in front of herself, clashing with the beast illusions, puff, puff.

These illusions, all formed by the sound barrier, invoked by the Fuxi ancient zither, made the red sword light barrier tremble violently.

The method of sound barrier, ultimately is a spatial law.

In comparison, the method of Light Force involves the art of time.

This spatial law can break any sword qi.

The sword qi of the Vermilion Bird Feather Sword couldn’t resist, was rumbled through by the sound barrier, the beasts charged directly at Wang Xiaoya, making the Green Chaos Lotus above her head tremble violently, eliciting some male cultivators around to call out softly with heartache.

Such a lovable beauty being attacked, seemingly about to face death, any normal man would feel heartache.

Wang Xiaoya invoked the Chaos Green Lotus to fend off the sound barrier’s assault, sweat popped on her fair forehead, unable to stifle and spat a mouthful of congested blood.

Murong Chong was entangled with the Yi Clan elder, seeing the situation, he shouted loudly, "Junior brother, quickly call for Master."

Yi Qingyun snickered nastily, "It’s just a woman, do you need to worry so much for her? Could it be you’ve fallen for your brother’s woman?"

The zither sound in his hands intensified, turning into many beasts attacking Wang Xiaoya.

Yu Ping and Jiu Ge cried out in shock, "Miss, leave quickly!"

"We’ll go get the Holy Mother!"

They were anxiously at a loss, standing aside unable to help at all.

The disciples of Divine Sword Sect were similarly watching nervously, upon Murong Chong’s order, they were about to leave to call the Master.

Suddenly the sky quivered, followed by a deafening boom, someone stomped fiercely on Yi Qingyun’s head from mid-air.

Such speed, Yi Qingyun couldn’t defend at all.

Under him, the surroundings exploded, rocks and ground burst open into a pit of several dozen meters in diameter.

The sound of the Fuxi Zither trembled, he hugged it tightly to his chest and retreated rapidly.

One figure after another descended from the sky, standing protectively in front of Wang Xiaoya.

Everyone fixed their gaze and saw a young man standing at the forefront, long hair fluttering in the wind, cold expression, a body filled with murderous aura.

If he wasn’t Long Fei, who else could he be.

Everyone was shocked, whispering among themselves, "This guy is actually still alive?"

"Didn’t he die in Ghost Emperor City?"

"It’s over, the Yi Clan is finished!"

"There’s a good show coming, the Yi Clan has met a hard problem."

"..."

Yu Ping and Jiu Ge were crying out loud with joy, hugging each other, "The master has finally arrived."

"So great, the miss is safe now!"

The pallor of Wang Xiaoya disappeared once she saw Long Fei, finally relaxing, quickly taking out a Fifth-Grade Pill to protect herself.

Yi Qingyun looked at Long Fei from afar, his face ashen, resembling a mouse meeting a cat, wanting to sneak away.

Long Fei fixed him with an icy stare, and said coldly, "Good, very good. Your Yi Clan is indeed a noble family, bullying a woman here, truly impressive."

Yi Qingyun cursed nervously, "Long Fei, don’t be arrogant. Our ancestral elder has already emerged from seclusion, if you dare touch me, he’ll surely tear you to pieces."

In comparison to before, he now seemed like a child.

Seeing someone he feared, hurriedly mentioning his elders for backup.

The people nearby expressed disdain, thinking that despite being a child of the Yi Clan, he lacked any backbone.