The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 692 - 0: The Conflict of the Great Era

Long Fei glanced at Yan Qingshan and the other Yan Family members, and said indifferently, "Today, I insist on being brash. What can you do to me?"

A vein popped on the foreheads of the Yan Family members, a surge of the urge to tear him to pieces rising within them.

They gave him an inch, and he really dared to take a mile!

The Yan Family had been established for over a thousand years, never before suffering such humiliation.

Yan Qingshan’s expression grew fierce as he bellowed angrily, "Brat, do you truly think no one can control you?"

Long Fei, with his hands behind his back, curled his lips into a light smile and said, "All you rely on is the prestige of your Yan Family Ancestor. Let him speak! This is a blood feud, only resolvable by life or death."

"Scoundrel, how dare you disrespect our Yan Family Ancestor?"

One person, impulsive by nature, stood up with a sword, his anger boiling as he faced Long Fei and exclaimed, "I, Yan Qinghong, will fight you!"

With his cultivation level in the mid-phase of the Enlightenment Realm, his status in the Yan Family was esteemed, belonging to the direct lineage of the Yan Family Ancestor, just like Yan Qingshan.

The crowd on the mountain squinted, thinking that the real show was finally about to begin.

Yan Qinghong had made a name for himself in the Cultivation World during his youth, and if he took action, Long Fei would definitely not have an easy time.

His sword, the Green Rainbow Sword, trembled as the Sword Spirit inside flashed briskly, stirring up surrounds of mysterious green light.

With the Mount Shu Sword Qi Technique, apart from the young prodigy Yan Wuji, who condensed hundreds of Sword Spirits,.

Yan Qinghong was no different, hundreds of green sword beams circling around him, creating a rampant, ferocious wind in the surroundings.

"Interesting!"

Behind them, Chu Feng chuckled lightly, thinking to himself that the Yan Family, having been established for over a thousand years and becoming the premier Cultivation family in North Yangtze, was not unworthy of its reputation.

Lin Yingying asked him, "Aren’t you going to help?"

Chu Feng laughed heartily, "Brother Long’s adversary is the Yan Family Ancestor, Yan Qinghong is no match."

"You guys are so full of yourselves!"

Lin Yingying rolled her eyes, thinking these two never said anything reliable.

So many Sword Qi, piercing through the air like a rainbow.

If it struck, how could Long Fei block it?

Some people on the mountain discussed, "Long Fei is being arrogant. He should have tangled with Yan Qinghong before he released the Sword Spirit."

"Yes, Yan Qinghong looks like he’s ready to fight to the death, releasing all the Sword Spirits he’s nurtured for decades."

"Goodness me, with so much Sword Qi slashing down, Long Fei will have a tough time handling it."

While they were discussing, Yan Qinghong began his ferocious assault.

A resonating howl pierced the sky, "Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

With a buzzing sound, the longsword hurtled towards Long Fei.

Streaks of green light converged, forming what seemed like a green dragon in the air, wildly coiling towards Long Fei. frёeωebɳovel.com

The intense fluctuation of Golden Elemental Power made the surrounding wind sharp and cutting.

Lin Yingying and a few others couldn’t help but circulate their Dantian, surrounding themselves with Essential Qi for protection.

The oppressive force of the Sword Qi Long Fei faced could only be imagined, like a violent storm of Sword Qi bearing down.

One caught within it could easily be turned to ash.

His expression calm, Long Fei did something unexpected; without much movement, he merely extended his hand forward and gently pointed.

A Water Elemental Force Barrier whirled into existence in front of him, forming what seemed like a watery vortex spanning over ten meters in front of Long Fei.

One after another, the sword beams were drawn into the vortex.

The unripe green sword brilliance collided and intertwined with the watery vortex, setting off mysterious flashes of Mysterious Light, with continuous crackling noises.

In just a moment, the light from hundreds of green Sword Qi beams was completely engulfed by the watery vortex.

Chu Feng smiled lightly, "Having assimilated the blood of so many from the Aquatic Clan, his control over Water Elemental Force is indeed quite impressive."

Lin Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead, just like Wang Xiaoya and the others.

The vortex in front of Long Fei hadn’t stopped spinning, and after mixing with the sword Qi, he flung it with a flick of his hand. With a "whoosh," it flew back toward Yan Qinghong.

The sword Qi that Yan Qinghong had painstakingly nurtured for decades had now turned into a longsword in Long Fei’s hands.

"Qinghong!"

"Be careful!"

"Let’s strike together!"

The other elders of the Yan Family joined forces, and five of them leaped out to form a barrier with their sword Qi, standing together with Yan Qinghong to resist.

The green sword Qi wrapped in water elemental force emitted a buzz and then forcefully collided with the sword Qi barrier.

There was a series of crackling and snapping sounds as sword Qi entangled and clashed with sword Qi.

The flowing water unexpectedly wrapped around them from all directions, enveloping them within.

Those around them couldn’t see their shapes clearly; they could only see a vortex of water swirling in the air.

After the mist cleared, Yan Qinghong and the five elders had disappeared.

Only their longswords remained, stuck in the ground and buzzing, stained red with blood.

The members of the Yan Family were greatly shocked. "Fourth Uncle!"

"Brother Qinghong!"

"Dad..."

A group of people, with bloodshot eyes, screamed in agony.

People on the mountain were also deeply shaken, never expecting Long Fei’s cultivation level to have reached such a profound realm, allowing him to control someone else’s condensed sword spirit.

Shen Feng moved his mouth corners and said, "This kid has probably already broken through to the Core Formation Stage!"

They had only noticed Long Fei’s physical cultivation realm but had forgotten that he was also a Qi Refiner.

Jiang Yunlan said, "He’s just relying on a bit of chance; how can he compare to you, instructor?"

Shen Feng forced a smile, thinking to himself that this little fan was truly naive.

Before encountering Long Fei, indeed, he had thought himself a once-in-a-lifetime genius, uniting all kinds of good fortune.

But now, he was filled with nothing but pressure.

The struggle of the great era!

Since the cracks in time had appeared, this world had been destined to witness the rise of a group of geniuses.

Shen Feng vaguely remembered his master’s lament; he had not understood it at first, but now he was beginning to see the light.

Yan Qingshan’s hands trembled as he stared at Long Fei and almost roared, "Scoundrel, why are you so vicious?"

Long Fei chuckled lightly, "The strife between cultivators is the law of the jungle; where does the question of viciousness arise? Had I been weak, my family would be the ones dead today. If the Yan Family isn’t vicious, why did you relentlessly pursue us back then? The calamity of clan annihilation that the Yan Family faces today isn’t my doing, it’s merely the retribution for all the grievances you’ve accrued over the years."

His words were light yet piercing, sentencing hearts with each phrase.

Having killed, he could still summon such profound justification. It left others so infuriated they couldn’t even express it, their faces turning red with frustration.

"Nonsense! My Yan Family conscientiously killed only those who deserved death; where is there any talk of karma? You fiend, having killed my clansmen, even if my entire clan is wiped out, we will tear you to pieces!"

Yan Qingshan gripped the longsword in his hand, ready to make one last desperate stand against Long Fei with his clansmen.

At that moment, a series of coughs came from behind.

An elder with an immortal bearing and Daoist bones, dressed in a blue robe, stepped forward, and the members of the Yan Family respectfully made way.

"We welcome the Ancestor!"

"Please, Ancestor, seek justice for my father!"

"We implore the Ancestor to slay this thief!"

"..."

The disciples of the Yan Family made a commotion, but only the Ancestor remained calm and composed, his face expressionless, his eyes shining with wisdom as if he saw through everything.

He stared at Long Fei and huffed, "The cycle of karma is unerring, retribution is certain, and you, little thief, seem to see it quite clearly. Although my Yan Family is burdened with karma, it’s not something anyone can take advantage of. Today, I shall see whether the fortunes of my Yan Family should indeed be severed!"

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