The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 662: Sword Shadows in the Snow

The old man knew that Long Fei’s control over spiritual power had reached an impeccable level.

He guessed at Long Fei’s realm—was it the Mid Phase of the Enlightenment Realm, or the later phase?

He himself was at mid-phase cultivation level. If Long Fei was in the later phase, relying on his nurtured Sword Spirit, he might still have a chance to fight.

However, he quickly dismissed his own speculation. It took him fifty years of arduous cultivation to barely break through to the Mid Phase of the Enlightenment Realm.

Long Fei was so young, how could he possess such a high level of cultivation?

"Your sword doesn’t look very sharp!"

Long Fei smiled faintly, playfully looking at the old man.

The old man took a deep breath and scolded angrily, "Brat, don’t be presumptuous!"

His sword made a swishing sound as it was drawn out a foot long.

The sword was three feet and three inches in length.

The first three inches is called the Open Gate Sword.

They say, ’courtesy before force’, it’s just the prelude.

The next foot is called the Punishment Sword!

As the saying goes, ’if courtesy is not accepted, punishment will ensue.’

This Sword Spirit is domineering, at least three times larger than the three-inch Sword Spirit.

Once the Sword Spirit appeared, its presence shook the heavens.

Snowflakes tumbled around, and with a chirp of the sword’s cry, even Lin Yingying couldn’t help but cover her ears.

The Sword Qi in the air stirred up a wave three to four meters tall, rolling towards Long Fei.

The floor tiles crackled and a sword mark deep enough to be tens of centimeters became visible.

The pine trees around crackled as they fell, swept up by the fierce winds that rolled with the Sword Qi.

Long Fei still used the Water Elemental Force whirlpool to defend himself, a vortex-like water barrier that suddenly sank downwards with a ’whoosh’.

The Sword Qi entered, still without a splash of water.

Yan Zizhu’s heart trembled. In the Yan Family, he was a second-generation Elder who could sit on an equal footing with the Clan Leader.

He never imagined that he would encounter such a powerful master here.

Long Fei’s smile carried a hint of amusement as he said lightly, "The last sword!"

Yan Zizhu snorted coldly, "Don’t get too cocky, you will undoubtedly die under the last sword!"

His hand pulled out the Purple Bamboo Sword entirely, extending two feet long.

The last sword, "Show the Dagger!"

The old man shouted loudly, swinging his sword to strike down.

The Sword Spirit within surged forth, causing the snowflakes to wildly scatter in all directions.

Within a radius of ten meters, not a single snowflake was seen.

The sword’s hum resonated, causing a flock of birds and insects in the pine forest to scatter in alarm.

Swish!

A sword strike more than ten meters long cleaved through the air—if even an iron statue built of steel faced such a formidable Sword Qi, it would be sliced into dust.

In front of Long Fei, the water began to rise, forming a hemispherical barrier that enveloped him within.

The Sword Qi rumbled and made ’puff puff’ sounds.

The floor tiles in all directions shattered and flew about with loud pops.

Long Fei stood inside, watching as if he were enjoying a monkey’s sword dance, showing no reaction at all.

Yan Zizhu lost!

Although he had anticipated it earlier, he didn’t expect to lose so miserably.

Looking at Long Fei’s demeanor, the man hadn’t even made a move.

He held his longsword, his palms shaking, and asked Long Fei with furrowed brows, "What exactly is your cultivation level?"

"The level required to kill you!"

Long Fei smiled faintly, his fingers swirling, and a three-inch short sword made of snowflakes floated in front of him.

"Three swords have been dealt, now take my sword. If you can take it, consider it my loss!"

The snowflake sword shimmered with mysterious light, clearly made of snow, but appeared incomparably sharp, like it was forged from metal, emitting an intimidating white glow under the street lamp.

Yan Zizhu’s hands tightened, and he raised the Purple Bamboo Sword, declaring, "Although I can’t kill you, it won’t be easy for you to kill me!"

"Is that so?"

Long Fei chuckled, his sword-finger casually swung out, and with a light shout, "Go!"

The three-inch Snow Sword whistled out, its sound piercing the air, yet its form unseen.

With a whoosh, a thin trail of blood emerged from the center of Yan Zizhu’s forehead.

Incredulous, he stared at Long Fei, his sword too late to swing as his body toppled backward heavily onto the ground.

Long Fei waved his hand to retrieve the Purple Bamboo Sword, flicking it with his finger.

With a hum, the purple blade vibrated intensely.

"Meteoric Iron Sword, mediocre quality!"

He appraised, now no longer impressed by such a grade of material.

Lin Yingying stood beside him, dumbfounded, thinking to herself just how formidable this guy had become since he’d returned?

The old man was so powerful that she had been subdued just moments ago.

Yet Long Fei had casually waved his hand and slain the elder?

From a distant pavilion, Lei Jun’s legs trembled, nearly falling to the ground in fright.

He knew Yan Zizhu’s status within the Yan Family and had not expected such a master to be helpless against Long Fei.

He was about to leave with his driver when a whooshing sound filled the air.

A purple longsword flew from afar, piercing through his shoulder with a thud.

The immense force lifted him off his feet and pinned him to the wall behind with a smack.

Blood sprayed along the blade, causing Lei Jun to scream in agony.

The driver, terrified, shouted, "It’s the Purple Bamboo Sword, the sword of Elder Yan!"

From a distance of over ten thousand meters, a sword had flown and pinned a man to a wall.

What tremendous strength that was, what realm could possibly achieve such a feat?

Lei Jun’s fear completely overwhelmed his physical pain, sensing he faced an unbeatable adversary.

Long Fei, holding Lin Yingying’s hand, walked away as the heavy snow quickly covered Yan Zizhu’s corpse.

The Qiankun Bag on his body was taken by Long Fei; all the valuable items were inside.

The Yan Family would take care of the body—no need to trouble themselves.

Lin Yingying exclaimed, "That sword was of decent quality, why did you throw it away?"

"Just trash, nothing to fuss over!"

Long Fei chuckled lightly, an inexplicable air of majesty surrounding him, making him seem ever more unfathomable.

Lin Yingying was left speechless, thinking whether he had seen a treasure or just became bolder. His arrogance was truly growing.

Considering it was cold in the evening, she took a few steps, then lost interest and let Long Fei carry her on his back.

She playfully bit Long Fei’s ear along the way.

Two months apart, and he had indeed grown a bit.

Nothing had changed at home, He Yan was in the yard making a snowman with Little Tiantian.

By now, it was late, and they had already gone to sleep.

Long Fei carried Lin Yingying upstairs and deposited the lazy pig at the doorway.

After the two entered, Lin Shanshan was sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee and typing away on the keyboard.

Seeing Long Fei, her demeanor was more composed than Lin Yingying’s.

Just her eyeballs fluttering wildly, she stared at Long Fei expectantly and called out, "Brother-in-law, did you bring me a gift?"

Lin Yingying shook her head, giving her a reproachful look, "What time is it to be asking for gifts? How is your company doing?"

Lin Shanshan replied indifferently, "Just your average crisis. We hired a big V, and they’ve started to strike back for us on social media. All those allegations have been verified to be nothing but malicious fabrications; there’s no truth to the rumors about the bodyguard harassing the employer."

"Is it working?"

Lin Yingying took off her coat and sat down on the sofa.

Lin Shanshan smiled, "Strike the snake at its vitals. We expose the secrets of those who oppose us. Which of these big Vs doesn’t have a shady past? About a dozen accounts have already begged for mercy and agreed to help us clarify the matter."

"You’re amazing!"

Lin Yingying admired her, recognizing that sometimes it takes a villain to deal with another villain.

This sister was far more ruthless than herself.

Long Fei went over, took out a Qiankun Bag, and dangled it in front of Lin Shanshan, saying, "Your gift!"

Lin Shanshan cried out in delight, grabbing the Qiankun Bag to look at it, not expecting an actual gift.

She examined it from every angle, thinking it might be something spectacular.

Turns out it was just a palm-sized cloth sack after all?

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