The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 619 - 0: Someone Wants to Hire Us

Mu Qingzhu’s last glance was fixed on Long Fei, seeing that he hadn’t left, a sudden sense of desolation filled her heart, thinking to herself, "Could the Yin Yang Clan really be facing extinction?"

She closed her eyes, and as she braced for death, she heard a loud bang.

A streak of sword light flashed before her eyes, hacking heavily onto the Yunzhong Sword.

With a boom, the sound was so deafening that Mu Qingzhu’s ears start to tingle.

She and Hemao Dekang were simultaneously knocked away by the force, flying in opposite directions, and with an outstretched hand from Long Fei, the sword drew a bright arc as it returned to his grip.

Everything occurred in a flash, leaving everyone on the scene frozen in place.

Hemao Dekang felt a jolt in his hand, blood began to seep from the hilt of his sword.

Shock filled his heart, he hadn’t expected this power to be so formidable, like the weight of Mount Tai bearing down on him.

The Tai’a Sword, the Sword of Might.

The king among swords, even the Yunzhong Sword automatically retracted its sharpness in its presence, not daring to be presumptuous.

Long Fei threw a Qi Replenishing Pill at Mu Qingzhu and looked at Hemao Dekang with a faint smile, "Who gave you the right to kill someone without my consent?"

Hemao Dekang’s face turned beet red, he never expected to be interrupted by a junior at such a critical moment.

"You’re seeking your own death!"

He snorted coldly, his eyes blazing with a bloody light.

Long Fei said calmly, "If you want to kill me, you’ll have to see if your sword is fast enough."

"Good, let’s give it a try then!"

Hemao Dekang shouted coldly, and the Yunzhong Sword in his hand swirled, turning to strike at Long Fei.

A sword slashed down, and the Five Elements Sword Qi howled forth, flashing with multicolored radiance, sweeping towards Long Fei.

A slight curl appeared at the corner of Long Fei’s mouth; he pointed a finger.

A barrier of watery hue emerged with a swish, enveloping him and Lin Yingying within it.

The five streams of Sword Qi struck the barrier, sparking only slight ripples, before quickly disappearing without a trace.

"Whaaat?"

Hemao Dekang nearly popped his eyes out of their sockets.

Hemao Zhengxiong and Yang Jie also cried out in shock, without a second word, they used a water evasion technique to disappear from the shore.

This move, Long Fei had used on Hemao Zhengxiong before, and he was naturally familiar with it.

He hadn’t expected that his master’s Sword Qi would also be unable to harm Long Fei.

It didn’t take much to realize that his master’s chances were slim.

Long Fei chuckled, "Merely Mid Phase of Enlightenment Realm in cultivation level, and you dare to be insolent before me!"

Those who cultivate, the ones with high cultivation levels can probe those with lower levels.

But those with lower levels cannot see through those with higher cultivation levels.

Hemao Dekang finally realized what kind of disaster he had invited upon himself.

He thought he could easily deal with Long Fei, but he was completely mistaken, turning it into a disaster for himself.

A Yin Yang Mirror spun on his forehead, casting out a ray of light directly at Long Fei.

Long Fei waved his hand, summoning his own refined Ruyi Qiankun Cauldron. The mouth of the cauldron opened and a streak of dark Mysterious Light drew in, swallowing the ray of light within.

The sword in his hand also flew out, casting a crimson Mysterious Light that pierced towards Hemao Dekang.

Hemao Dekang’s pupils dilated, and the Yunzhong Sword in his hand rolled up violently.

The five Sword Qi protected him at the front, clashing with the Tai’a Sword in an instant.

With a bang, the Tai’a Sword pierced through, shattering the barrier of Sword Qi.

The light of the Yin Yang Realm faded, and a three-inch-wide bloody hole appeared on Hemao Dekang’s chest.

The longsword traced an arc, ringing as it returned to Long Fei’s hand.

A hush fell over the area, with only Hemao Dekang spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Sword Qi surged violently, and as it passed through his flesh, it shredded all the meridians in his body.

He rolled on the ground with a face full of unwillingness, regretting to the extreme at the last moment, not understanding why he had provoked this demon chief.

If he had obtained Mu Qingzhu’s Yin Yang Sect’s token and the Yin Yang Clan’s Yang Technique Tome today,

and had been able to cultivate it, then he would have been invincible in the world.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in life.

Although he felt unwilling in his heart, he still left with regrets.

Hemao Zhengxiong, along with several junior brothers, stood far away on the lakeshore, and had already escaped through the water at this moment.

Watching their master die tragically, they all shouted in unison, "Bastard, for killing our master, our Hemao Family vows never to coexist with you!"

On the island, Yang Hao took the lead, reaching out and pulling his cousin to kneel down to Long Fei, pleading continuously, "Big brother, we were just here to watch the fun, it has nothing to do with us!"

The two of them were nearly scared out of their wits; where had they ever seen such a bloody scene?

Hemao Zhengxiong and his group knew how to escape through water, but they did not.

Long Fei didn’t pay any attention to them but took Hemao Dekang’s Yunzhong Sword and Yin Yang Mirror. He took the Qiankun Bag from his body and carefully searched through his pockets again.

Seeing there was nothing else to take, he raised his hand and a stream of Pill Flame instantly turned him into flying ash.

This Yin Yang Mirror contained extraordinary mana, but Hemao Dekang’s mana was too weak to unleash its greatest might.

Otherwise, the array inside his Ruyi Qiankun Cauldron would not be able to withstand the piercing of this light.

Mu Qingzhu took the pills, and his complexion soon improved.

His old illness of ten years showed signs of recovery at this moment.

With a few more pills, he might even have hope of a full recovery.

But he was too embarrassed to ask again, staring blankly at Long Fei with an extremely incredible feeling.

You should know, it’s been less than half a year.

The village boy who picked up trash had grown to such heights, which was completely illogical.

Long Fei asked with a smile, "Old Man Mu, how do you feel?"

"Thank you for your help!"

Mu Qingzhu felt a bit regretful as he handed over the token and the Yin Yang Sword to Long Fei.

Now that he had not died, he felt awkward asking for them back.

Long Fei, on the other hand, proactively returned the two items to him, appearing indifferent towards them.

He didn’t give back the Yunzhong Sword and the Yin Yang Mirror though, as those were his spoils of war.

Even if they were treasures of the Yin Yang Sect, it had nothing to do with him.

He casually handed over a porcelain bottle, and said to Mu Qingzhu, "Old Man Mu, there are three pills inside this bottle. You should take one every week, and your illness should be completely healed within about a month."

Mu Qingzhu knew the preciousness of the pills and hurriedly declined, saying, "I owe you my life already; how can I accept your pills as well?"

Long Fei said calmly, "They were merely concocted on a whim. Just take them, there’s no need to be polite. If it weren’t for the path you pointed out to me back then, letting me pick up trash in the city, I wouldn’t have encountered such a fate today!"

Mu Qingzhu felt awkward as picking up trash was hardly a bright path; it was just something he had mentioned casually.

Seeing Long Fei so generous and also a heroic youth,

he immediately saw a glimmer of hope, stood up, and knelt on one knee, saying, "Great Master, I am not the rightful Head of the Yin Yang Sect, and do not deserve to have this token. It’s just that since the Head passed away, no one has succeeded them, and I’ve only been safeguarding it. If you wouldn’t mind, please accept the token. Someday, if you find the treasure, you can restore the divine might of our Yin Yang Sect."

Now it was Long Fei’s turn to be embarrassed; he had no connection to the Yin Yang Sect at all.

Moreover, he had still been plotting against the inheritance of the Yin Yang Sect, the Hell Sect.

If he became the Head of the Sect, wouldn’t he be plotting against himself?

However, on second thought, with this position as the Head of the Sect, taking over the Hell Sect would be even more justified.

Lin Yingying took the token with great interest and examined it.

There were complex patterns engraved on it, and in the middle, the words "Head of the Sect" were written.

On the back, there were three large characters for "Yin Yang Sect," made of a material that was neither gold nor copper, and it was unclear what it was made of.

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