The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 757 - 0: Sorcery Duel

Mu Gongcheng knew of Sangge’s methods, as Nanyang’s most formidable Spell Caster, his means could instantly turn an ordinary person into a pool of blood with just a wave of his hand.

Originally, there was enmity between a person from the Daoist Sect on the mainland and Sangge. With just one move, Sangge wiped out the entire Daoist Sect.

For a kid coming out of a poor mountainous area, Mu Gongcheng felt Sangge was more than capable.

At the Rose Villa Complex, someone drove up and was stopped by the security guard at the entrance.

When the car window rolled down, the security guard looked at the person inside. Before he could even speak, he turned foolishly blank and stumbled back to his guardhouse.

The barrier gate opened, and the car drove in from outside.

After circling around inside, it stopped near a detached villa with a front and backyard.

The driver pointed at the villa and said to Sangge, "Master, the person is inside. I had people monitor them with surveillance cameras, they definitely haven’t come out since they went in."

Sangge glanced outside from the car window and got out of the car wrapped in a black robe.

He told the driver to leave first and not worry about him.

Wrapped in his black robe, he seemed to vanish into the night as if cloaked in invisibility.

The driver rubbed his eyes. Had it not been for a black line flowing like water before him, he would have had no idea where Sangge had gone.

"The master is indeed a master, truly formidable!"

The driver, admiringly, circled around the complex before driving off.

In the bedroom of the villa’s second floor, despite the bitterly cold winds outside, inside it was as lively as spring.

Today counted as Long Fei and Lin Yingying’s wedding night, whether it was celebrated in the village or in the city.

Lin Yingying, this person, had an enormous appetite and was extremely gluttonous.

In front of her, even Long Fei’s bull-like body felt a bit shy, as if he were being hollowed out.

The two lay in bed, looking at each other and giggling endlessly.

Lin Yingying asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

Long Fei countered, "What about you? What are you laughing at?"

Lin Yingying pursed her lips, "I’m laughing because I went blind, how did I marry such an ugly guy?"

Her hand pinched Long Fei’s cheek, her eyes filled with love.

Long Fei teased, "I’m also laughing at myself for going blind, how did I marry such an ugly wife."

"You dare call me ugly?"

Lin Yingying puffed her cheeks, laughing as she grabbed him and started tickling him.

Long Fei, laughing, wrapped his arms around her and the two play-fought for a while.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he hissed at Lin Yingying.

Lin Yingying frowned, "What’s wrong? You trying to trick me?"

Long Fei was serious, quickly putting on his clothes.

Lin Yingying also put on her pajamas, uncertain what he was secretly planning to do.

They went downstairs, only to see the Formation Flags in the Incense Burner moving around, causing the Incense Burner to bang chaotically on the table.

Lin Yingying covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Is there someone outside?"

Long Fei nodded and had Lin Yingying sit on the sofa.

He focused on the small flags in the Incense Burner, his Divine Sea stirred, and his spiritual power reached out into the formation to take a look.

It wasn’t humans breaking the formation, but a swarm of moths.

Long Fei furrowed his brow, secretly surprised. He didn’t expect such small creatures to exert such great strength.

They had entered the fire formation on the east side and were able to survive the whip of the massive flames stirred by the formation for quite a while without any issue.

"Come again, let’s see what else you’ve got!"

Long Fei’s finger touched the center of the True Qi, releasing the Sword Qi instantly, slicing towards the swarm of moths.

With crackling sounds, sparks flew everywhere.

The moths could withstand the intense burning of the flames, but under Sword Qi, they were defeated and turned into flying ash.

Sangge’s Divine Sea was violently shaken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

These moths were his soul refined, connected to his Divine Sea.

With the moths annihilated, his Divine Sea was naturally damaged.

Sangge had faced countless enemies, but he never expected to encounter such a powerful opponent.

His insect refinement had not been easy; he needed to let little ghosts reside within the insects and feed them with his own blood. After five or six years, they had reached their current level of power.

Who would have known that in an instant, everything was destroyed, all killed cleanly by the Sword Qi.

Sangge, enraged, reached into his Qiankun Bag and pulled out a jar, tossing it into the yard.

With a bang, the jar shattered.

From within, multicolored snakes slithered out, hissing as they swiftly infiltrated the house.

Little did they know, just as the snakes entered the yard—

Green vines suddenly burst from below, swiftly coiling around the snakes.

These vines were the Wood Elemental Power shield walls of the Formation.

The snakes struggled fiercely, but then a roaring Sword Qi was heard.

Puff, puff, puff, blood mist sprayed into the air.

One by one, the snakes were sliced into dust, instantly cleansed away by the surging roar of the Sword Qi.

From behind the door, Sangge, yelling out, reached into his Qiankun Bag again and pulled out a cowhide drum.

When the insects and poisonous bugs weren’t effective, he quickly shifted to using sound curses.

The cowhide drum was engraved with circles of mystic patterns that resembled tadpole scripts.

In his hand, Sangge held a drumstick, muttering words as he struck the drum skin, dong, dong, dong.

With each strike, ripples spread through the window, enveloping Long Fei and Lin Yingying inside the house.

Lin Yingying’s heart pounded, matching the rhythm of the drumbeats.

As the drumming sped up, her heart rate also began to accelerate.

Long Fei tapped her forehead, causing her to shiver violently and cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Suddenly, the drumming outside stopped abruptly—if Long Fei hadn’t tended to Lin Yingying, her heart would have also stopped beating. freewebnσvel.cøm

That was the fearsome power of sound curse; to curse with sound, controlling the rhythm of a person’s heartbeat.

When the sound ceased, so did the heartbeat.

"Such evil from the left path!"

Long Fei swung his hand, a burst of Sword Light shot towards the wall and, just before hitting, vanished into thin air.

When it reappeared, it pierced through Sangge’s cowhide drum, and then through Sangge’s chest with a spurt.

With a loud bang, a great force nailed Sangge against the large locust tree behind him.

Long Fei and Lin Yingying walked out the door, greeted by Sangge’s astonished face illuminated under the streetlight.

Lin Yingying, startled by his somewhat aged and withered face, instinctively wrapped her arms around Long Fei.

Long Fei stared at Sangge with cold brows, "Who sent you?"

Sangge groaned and from his bosom pulled out a porcelain bottle, from which he poured a handful of white powder and swallowed it.

Long Fei raised an eyebrow, feeling as though he had seen this evil art here before.

With a thought, he asked in surprise, "Are you one of Pasong’s men?"

Sangge’s bones rattled, his fangs emerging from the corners of his mouth as he hissed, "He is my disciple!"

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed the hilt of the sword stuck in him, pulled it from his body, and violently threw it back at Long Fei and Lin Yingying.

Long Fei stretched out his hand and the Longsword arced back into his grasp with a swoosh in mid-air.

Sangge charged after it, lunging for Long Fei’s throat.

His speed had increased tenfold from before, his muscles swelled, veins bulged, resembling a twisted piece of deadwood.

"Trivial tricks!"

Long Fei swung his sword, a slash of Sword Qi swept out, severing Sangge’s right arm with a swoosh.

This curse was the cadaver poison spell, which could be cast on others or oneself, granting the caster the strength of a zombie.

There are variations in potency, and the bone powder Sangge consumed was clearly extraordinary, far more fearsome than what his disciple Pasong had used on that day.

Unfortunately for Sangge, Long Fei was no longer the same as he had been, and upon losing his right arm, Sangge tried to escape in the dark night with his black robe flapping.

However, Long Fei’s sword followed.

Piercing the black robe, it pinned him once more against the locust tree behind him.

This time, Sangge’s meridians were all damaged by the Sword Qi, his eyes filled with resentment as he howled at Long Fei.

Long Fei shook his head, "The witchcraft of Nanyang, still the same after hundreds of years. Thievery and skulking, no change at all."

Such witchcraft might work against ordinary people, but against Long Fei now, it was like throwing an egg against a rock.

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