The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 695 - 0: The Defying Firebrand Staff

With the death of Yan Jiuling, the Yan Family’s greatest support had collapsed.

The Sect Disciples, whose minds were not steadfast and who had been watching from a distance, scattered in all directions, fleeing the scene.

Long Fei picked up Yan Jiuling’s Storage Ring after a fierce battle; his efforts had not been in vain.

Indeed, such an object as the Storage Ring was only befitting of the biggest reliance of a clan.

A pack of wolves lingering nearby seized the opportunity to strike.

Like kicking a wall already toppling, the imminent destruction of the Yan Family was at hand; those with grudges needed no invitation to attack, and even those without grievance were eager to kick them while they were down, diving in to fish some benefits for themselves.

The wealth accrued by the Yan Family over a thousand years would suffice anyone who managed even the smallest windfall from the chaos.

Long Fei paid them no mind; if they feasted on the big fish, it was only right for others to enjoy the shrimp.

Feeding them like this, in future events of significance, these people would surely scramble to contribute.

Although they were a ragtag bunch, numbers always equated strength!

Watching the tides turn irreversibly, the Clan Leader of the Yan Family, Yan Qingshan, let out a long, anguished cry, "Wuji, my son, the vengeance of our Yan Family is now yours to avenge!"

Chu Feng thrust his spear with the force of a landslide, and with a thunderous boom, turned Yan Qingshan into a mist of blood.

Under the joint attack of Lin Yingying and others, all Inner Sect Disciples of the Yan Family were annihilated.

Bai Jie’er summoned her Fox Fire, leaving not even a corpse behind.

The fox demon was a bit disappointed; in the end, she had not encountered the young person who had killed her grandmother.

Her suspicions were likely mistaken, the real murderer of her grandmother was someone else.

Amidst the frenzied looting and roaring, the millennia-old Yan Family was destroyed in an instant, with even the redwood, sandalwood, and Golden Silk Phoebe of the gatehouse and main hall dismantled and carried away.

Shen Feng shook his head at the sight and left on his own.

As long as events in the Cultivation World didn’t spill over into the Secular World, he couldn’t intervene to prevent the disorder of these unruly mobs.

Disciples from other major families also disdained such behavior, subsequently scattering and leaving.

Zhang Zi’ang was deeply shocked, having hoped to benefit amidst the chaos, only to witness such an outcome.

He hadn’t expected Long Fei’s progress to be so rapid.

The last time he’d seen him, Long Fei was in the Enlightenment Realm, and now, in just two short months, he had broken through to the Core Formation Stage.

Ma Dazhi was similarly astounded, unsure where Long Fei had found such fortune.

While they had entered the Secret Realm and not made such progress, Long Fei was the first in this world to break through to the Core Formation Stage.

In the current generation of peers, no one could contend with him.

The disciples of the Five Elements Sect and Yin Ghost Sect, who bore enmity with Long Fei, were especially shaken and fled in haste, fearful that Long Fei would seek retribution against them.

Tang Shisan stood atop a hill, looking down at the chaos of the valley, and couldn’t help but sigh, "If Yan Wuji comes back, I fear another brutal fight will ensue!"

For those present, the spectacle had come to an end.

For Long Fei, a great drama was just beginning.

In the valley of the Yan Family Forbidden Grounds, a bolt of Heavenly Thunder struck from the sky; with a crackling sound, it appeared like a golden dragon unfurling its five claws, descending from the heavens and lingering for over ten seconds.

The Heavenly Tribulation brings nine thunderbolts, starting from three and ending with nine.

Foundation Establishment, Enlightenment, Core Formation.

When a Cultivator breaks through to the Core Formation Stage, the Heavenly Dao responds and will send down the first thunderbolt of tribulation.

With each breakthrough in realm, they will experience a cleansing by another Heavenly Tribulation.

It begins with a single bolt of Heavenly Thunder, which then multiplies progressively.

After enduring nine bolts of Heavenly Thunder, one can traverse the grand tribulation and achieve the Immortal Path.

Chu Feng, with Lin Yingying and a few others, stood nearby, forming a protective circle for Long Fei.

When passing through tribulation, it is the most vulnerable time for a person.

Especially after the Heavenly Tribulation, the thunderbolt would have ground away all strength from the body, which, too, would have been blasted into a state of ruin.

If someone were to launch a surprise attack at this time, it would very likely be dangerous.

Long Fei had been shredded by the lightning of the Heavenly Tribulation and felt an urge to cry. He had no idea what tribulations were like for others, but he felt his was exceptionally ferocious, perverse, and powerful.

He cursed the heavens fiercely in his heart, and all of his magical treasures were deployed above his head to defend against the Heavenly Thunder.

The thunderbolts, almost with a breath of annihilation, rumbled incessantly below the clouds in the sky as if they intended to split the very heavens open.

The golden thunder and lightning struck down like a golden waterfall from the sky, pouring over the magical treasures above Long Fei’s head, swiftly engulfing him within, followed by the crisp sound of electric shocks.

The Tai’a Sword and the Ruyi Qiankun Cauldron bore part of the brunt of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Due to the fiery high temperature, they sparkled with light, showing signs of melting.

Long Fei, feeling distressed, quickly retracted his magical treasures. A zap of lightning sliced off a piece of his skull, hot blood flowed out, solidifying due to the high heat.

His body was charred black, and he inhaled sharply through gritted teeth.

He looked like a miserly landlord, typically preferring money over life.

It was only two spiritual artifacts, and yet he was risking his life for them.

The lightning of the Heavenly Tribution did not cease for a long time, and although it was only a few seconds, for Long Fei, the torture felt as if several centuries had passed.

His essence blood kept evaporating, his flesh withered, not unlike a steak being grilled.

Helpless, he then saw the black iron pestle inside his storage ring.

This item, he had obtained at an auction held by the Jiang Family.

At the time, the auctioneer claimed it was meteoric iron salvaged by fishermen from the sea, impervious to water and fire, three times harder than refined steel; even the sharpest swords would not leave a mark when chopped upon it.

No one was interested back then, and in the end, Long Fei secured it for almost the lowest bid.

Now, tormented by the thunderbolts and unable to bear it, he simply raised it above his head.

He thought that if it could defend even for a moment, it would be worth it; even one second more could increase his odds of survival.

To his surprise, once the iron pestle was raised overhead, it acted like a lightning rod, attracting a portion of the lightning towards it, leading a tremendous jolt from its base into the ground.

Above it, a spark a zhang long flared up.

Facing such a massive power of thunder, Long Fei thought the iron pestle would surely be finished, blasted to smithereens.

Who would have known that it persevered through the onslaught?

No matter how raging the thunderbolts were, it stood immovable, continuously diverting electricity into the ground.

Just now, the Tai’a Sword and the Ruyi Qiankun Cauldron had turned red and swollen upon a single strike from the lightning and nearly exploded.

This item, however, showed no reaction whatsoever.

Long Fei felt a surge of delight, wondering to himself, what kind of material was this that could withstand such force?

With this item serving as a lightning rod, his ordeal of tribulation became much more bearable; at least half of the Heavenly Tribulation’s lightning was directed into the ground by this rod.

When he got a chance, without a second word, he took out the Fifth-Grade Pills Wang Xiaoya had given him and stuffed two into his mouth.

The potency of the Fifth-Grade Pills was incredibly strong. After taking them, his nearly depleted dantian rapidly refilled with essential qi.

The flesh on his body continuously regenerated, and the half-destroyed part of his skull, influenced by the octopus gene, began to regrow like rubber.

The heavens cannot be defied; at this moment, Long Fei’s mind was exceptionally clear.

He silently speculated that it might be because he had twice used the Power of Thunder against enemies, which incurred the wrath of the heavens.

Luckily, Wang Xiaoya had the Fifth-Grade Pills, otherwise he would surely have perished here today.

With no experience in facing tribulations this time, he resolved that in the future, he must prepare a sufficient quantity of pills before attempting to undergo tribulation again.

Otherwise, with essential qi exhausted, he would be utterly incapable of withstanding the remaining might of the thunderbolts.

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