The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 593 - 0: Who Can Compete?

Ma Dazhi’s guess was correct; Long Fei was refining his Divine Sea with the Dragon Soul.

This unfortunate Coiling Dragon had met its match.

The power of the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body Arhat seemed to be infinite.

Yet, it was after all just a Blood Soul, usually feasting on Earth Rank Demonic Beasts to continually condense its blood spirit.

Now, it was firmly trapped by the hands of the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body Arhat.

Its massive body was tightly coiled around the monk, letting out an angry roar, trying to strangle the bald head into dispersal.

It opened its mouth wide, swallowing the monk’s head in one gulp.

But it was instead met with a burst of Karmic Fire, suddenly burning the entire body of the Dragon Soul inside it.

The Coiling Dragon struggled desperately a few times before falling completely silent.

Mists of white steamed up and were all swallowed up into Long Fei’s Divine Sea in an instant.

His Divine Sea, like a pond, had its spiritual power actually condense into droplets.

In the center, a streak of blue light flashed, instantly releasing tendrils of green that twisted and entwined with each other.

Eventually, a green plant grew in the midst, breaking the surface of the lake.

It was shaped like a lotus leaf yet also resembled a placenta.

With the augmentation of the Dragon Soul, Long Fei’s Enlightenment Realm unexpectedly broke through two levels at once.

Mid-stage, Silk Spitting.

Late-stage, Disk Forming.

This unexpected turn delighted Long Fei immensely.

Once the Lotus Leaf Placenta appeared, it seemed like a leader among dragons, rolling out suction forces that instantly caused the Divine Sea’s spiritual power to rotate clockwise, continuously being absorbed by the Lotus Leaf Placenta.

The next step was to cultivate the True Dragon Pill on this placenta.

That is, Core Formation.

Although his Divine Sea overflowed with spiritual power, he still had an enemy that hadn’t been dealt with.

Ma Dazhi had thought that by releasing the Coiling Dragon, he could easily handle Long Fei.

Little did he know he would lose his wife and his troops; Long Fei remained unresolved, but the Coiling Dragon was completely devoured by Long Fei.

He brought out a longsword, charging at Long Fei with a scream, "Bastard, return my Dragon Soul!"

A thrust of the sword came with fierce Sword Qi sweeping toward Long Fei.

At this moment, Long Fei had lost his normal appearance, his body cracked all over, resembling a dried sweet potato.

The whole person stood there blood-soaked as if he was a lump of fleshly corpse.

Lin Yingying’s heart had risen to her throat, fearing that Long Fei couldn’t withstand this sword strike.

The others also opened their mouths wide, not knowing what had happened.

The Dragon Soul had disappeared, the Sixteen-Foot Monk was nowhere to be seen, and a blood-soaked figure emerged.

Long Fei’s bloodied face turned to the front with a smile, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth, almost like some sort of wild beast.

He had temporarily stored the Dragon Soul without refining it and pointed with his hand to the front.

A vortex of whirlwind formed ahead, and as soon as the Sword Qi arrived, it vanished without a trace as if a stone had fallen into the sea without even making a splash.

Everyone around was flabbergasted, especially Ma Dazhi.

Having already nearly depleted his Divine Sea’s spiritual power in the process of stimulating the Coiling Dragon Banner,

the fully powered Sword Qi he launched was deflected by a mere flick of Long Fei’s finger.

The voice of the bloodied figure sounded, "Stand down, you are no longer my opponent."

Enraged, Ma Dazhi shouted, "You thief! I’ll refine you into a Blood Soul and you’ll never rise again!"

His mind clouded, he wielded his sword and directly stabbed towards Long Fei.

A sword thrust as fast as lightning seemed to be about to strike Long Fei.

Long Fei shook his head and flicked his hand on the blade of the sword.

With a bang, Ma Dazhi was swept away like an ant, caught in a tremendous force.

His whole body shook violently, and he was forcefully thrown backward, flying out.

All the young cultivators on the field were shocked, as Ma Dazhi, who was at the Initial Stage of the Enlightenment Realm, had been so easily sent flying by him.

Long Fei turned his head back, his blood-red face lacking any skin, and gave a bizarre laugh toward Jiang Zongcheng, "Family Head Jiang, ten Qi Replenishing Pills, I will duly repay you in the future!"

His laugh was actually quite ordinary, but to Jiang Zongcheng and the others, it seemed as terrifying as seeing a ghost.

The shrewd old man swallowed nervously, recognizing Long Fei’s extraordinariness, and hurriedly had someone fetch a bottle of Essence Cultivation Pills—exactly ten—which he then handed to Long Fei.

Long Fei, like he was eating candy beans, titled his head back and poured them all into his mouth.

Jiang Yunyi and Jiang Yunlan watched with pained hearts. They knew that they would only receive one pill a month.

They never expected Long Fei would swallow them all in one go.

Lin Yingying saw that he was full of energy once again, and she instantly let out a sigh of relief.

Although he no longer looked human, the fact that he had survived was thrilling for Lin Yingying.

Chu Feng said with a smile, "See, didn’t I tell you he would be fine?"

Lin Yingying responded with a wry smile, "He’s fine, but he’s going to need plastic surgery. How can he face people looking like this?"

Chu Feng burst into laughter, "It’s nothing, after all, you can’t see anything with the lights off."

"Get lost!"

Lin Yingying’s face turned red, as she saw Long Fei sitting cross-legged on the altar, motionless, not knowing if he was okay.

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Essential Qi nourishes a person, directly sustaining the physical body.

After swallowing ten Essence Cultivation Pills, his Essence Blood churned, and the damaged flesh began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ma Dazhi’s eyes were blood-red; at the moment, he was weak all over and had overdrawn his spiritual power.

Having no choice, he shouted to Yan Wuji, "If we don’t take action now, then when?"

Yan Wuji, initially hesitant, felt emboldened by Ma Dazhi’s words, believing Long Fei to be at his weakest.

With a clap of his hands, a longsword emitted a sound and transformed into hundreds of swords, sweeping toward Long Fei.

Chu Feng cursed, "How dare you!"

He was about to rush onto the altar with the Overlord Spear in his hands.

Only to see Long Fei extend a finger, and circles of ripples spiraled in front of him.

As the longswords approached, they were all mixed into the ripples.

They were originally controlled by Yan Wuji’s Sword Qi, but now they had lost their direction.

Long Fei waved his hand gently, and the hundreds of Sword Qi turned and headed straight for Yan Wuji.

"What the hell!"

In fright, Yan Wuji screamed and threw out a talisman.

With a loud snap, the Sword Qi shattered everything around Yan Wuji.

Yet Yan Wuji appeared three hundred meters away, his face flushed red, looking as embarrassed as a beaten dog in front of all the prodigies.

Everyone was astonished, wondering just how powerful Long Fei was.

Chu Feng laughed heartily, "That’s exhilarating, my brother should indeed be like this!"

By this time, the skin on Long Fei’s body had fully regenerated to its normal state.

He stood up, his aura dominating over all the other young cultivators, and he coldly said to Yan Wuji, "You are malicious at heart. Today, I will cripple one of your arms as a warning for you to behave yourself."

The Tai’a Sword from his Storage Ring burst forth, and with the speed faster than thunder, zipped towards Yan Wuji.

Yan Wuji didn’t expect Long Fei to make a move against him.

Having just used his Space-breaking Talisman, he had already lost face; he was just about to use another talisman.

But the sword swept past his right arm before he had time to react.

With a whoosh, the right arm was severed cleanly at the base.

The Tai’a Sword returned to Long Fei’s hand, not a single drop of blood on it.

Yan Wuji screamed in agony, rolling on the ground, convulsing from the pain, and he bellowed at Long Fei, "You’ll not die a peaceful death for offending the Yan Family."

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