The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1059: The Blade Without Blood

Chapter 1059: Chapter 1059: The Blade Without Blood

In the world, all things are governed by the interplay of Yin and Yang.

Had it been any other talisman, Long Fei might have had to expend some effort.

But as it happened, this talisman was a manifestation of Taihua’s Power.

The Witch God Flag upon Long Fei’s body, with its Blood-Fiend Energy, was the nemesis of Taihua’s Power.

The two substances, opposite in Yin and Yang.

When they met, it all came down to who had more and who had less.

Long Fei deployed all Twelve Witch God Flags, forming an array and protecting himself within it.

Malevolent energy churned and surged outward.

Taihua’s Power collided and tangled with the malevolent energy, erupting into a sky-rocketing blaze in the sky.

Above, there was a series of popping noises, like gasoline igniting, with waves of heat following one after another.

The crowd around hastily retreated, each using their Essential Qi to shield themselves.

"This kid’s definitely finished!"

"What a pleasure, that bumpkin thinks he can contend with us?"

"This thief slaughtered all around on Mount Hua last time, causing our four great Sects heavy losses. He’s finally getting his just desserts today."

"..."

A group of Sect Disciples shouted excitedly, believing that under such heat waves, even a member of the Demon Race would be reduced to ashes.

"Sister-in-law!"

Lin Shanshan cried out anxiously.

"No, I believe in you."

Wang Xiaoya clenched her hands, her eyes turning red with tension.

Mu Hui shouted crazily from the air, "Brother, I have avenged you. Now that you are beneath us, you can rest in peace."

In his moment of distraction, a flash of the Azure Blade Blade shot out from the flames, stabbing towards him swiftly.

Mu Hui’s pupils shrank as he dodged in a hurry.

But the Azure Blade Blade was so fast that even though he managed to evade in time, he was still grazed by the blade on his arm.

Mu Hui screamed in pain, his arm smeared with blood, as he quickly retreated.

He took out an Ether Wood Talisman for healing and immediately applied it to his arm.

This type of talisman was similar to a Pill; it absorbed the vaporized medicinal essence of plants and herbs directly into the talisman.

For external injuries, simply applying it to the wound would suffice.

Unexpectedly for Mu Hui, the blade wound continued to bleed incessantly.

Despite the talisman being applied, and the ether medicinal essence rapidly enveloping the wound, there was no sign of healing.

The fire in the sky burst with a loud bang, finally exploding entirely.

Long Fei stood within, unscathed.

The air currents around him whipped up a violent wind against his body, making his robe flutter like a War God standing aloft.

The people below were completely petrified, feeling as if they had seen a ghost, and muttered in shock, "How is this possible, a Soul Ascension Stage talisman couldn’t kill him?"

"Has this kid broken through the Soul Ascension Stage?"

"With the suppression of heaven and earth, aside from those old fossils, who can break through the Soul Ascension Stage?"

Chu Feng laughed, "A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well, really think they are some kind of peerless geniuses. Can you even fathom the depth and momentum of my Brother Long?"

At that moment, Long Fei had already retracted the Witch God Flag.

Wrapped by the flames of Taihua’s Power on the outside, no one could feel the Yin Malevolence Qi inside.

The Azure Blade Blade returned to his hand with a Killing Aura, and he stared at Mu Hui with a cold, shining gleam in his eyes, "What other trump cards do you have? Bring them all out!"

"Damn it, how can you still be alive!"

Mu Hui glared with wide eyes, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

The blood from his arm stained his robe red, and the divine substance of the Azure Blade Blade prevented the wound from healing.

The disciples from the four major sects below watched with hearts trembling in fear, shouting at Long Fei, "Demon Chief, that’s enough. We are all trial participants, not to kill each other wantonly, or else we shall face severe punishment."

"Thief, you’ve killed our Disciples of Mount Shu. His brother sought vengeance on you, and if he couldn’t kill you, consider it your good fortune. Let this matter rest, and do not entangle further."

"Little thief, Elder Mu Hui is an elder disciple of our Mount Mao Sect. If you dare to lay a finger on him, our Mount Mao Sect will fight you to the death."

A crowd spoke in support of Mu Hui, each person asserting confidently as if Mu Hui’s inability to kill Long Fei was somehow Long Fei’s fault.

Long Fei cast his gaze over them, speaking indifferently, "He wanted to kill me; my killing him was merely self-defense, not a violation of any rules. Those who disagree can join Mu Hui and fight me."

His expression was like that of one looking at a swarm of ants challenging him, paying them no mind at all.

These youths, normally so arrogant, were now furious and one after another, they brandished their magic artifacts to battle Long Fei in the air.

In reality, fighting in midair consumes a great deal of physical strength.

But without the reinforcement of an array from the Southern King’s mansion, a casual battle here would likely turn the place to ruins.

The top-ten-ranked disciples did not make a move; their goal was to win this competition, not to come here and fight tooth and nail.

Even the genius disciples from the Mount Mao Sect watched with cold indifference.

They were the backbone of the venture into the Southern Barbarian State and knew what they should and should not do.

For a moment, a group of twenty to thirty people stood with Mu Hui.

There were Mount Mao Sect disciples, as well as disciples from other sects; they bore Long Fei no grudge, they simply found him disagreeable and wanted to put an end to his arrogance.

"Is everyone here?"

Long Fei raised an eyebrow, glanced at the ground to see no one else was coming forward, and said with a faint smile, "Then, let the hunt begin!"

His figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the air.

Mu Hui instinctively tensed up, "Everyone be careful!"

The crowd quickly formed a circle, their Divine Sense enveloping the area, tensely cursing, "Cowardly rats, show yourselves if you’ve got the guts."

"I shall oblige!"

Just as one finished cursing, Long Fei appeared before him.

The Azure Blade Blade slashed through, passing over the disciple’s neck.

The blade moved so swiftly, the blood didn’t even spray out as the disciple’s head rolled to the ground.

The people below screamed in fear, overcome by a chilling sensation.

A group of people, none of whom had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, was no match for Long Fei.

He wielded the Space Law, appearing and vanishing like a ghost amidst a great slaughter.

In the air, magic artifacts burst, swords clanged, and the Five-Colored Divine Light flashed chaotically.

In no time, the ground was littered with bodies; the disciples who had just advanced were cut down by Long Fei one by one like chickens.

Limbs flew, scattering across the ground.

The wounds from the Azure Blade Blade could not heal; once touched by the blade, the wound bled incessantly, and its divine substance could instantly invade the Divine Sea.

One disciple had his neck and arm slashed, yet he rolled on the ground screaming in agony until his legs kicked out, and he lay motionless.

The onlookers stared with wide eyes, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

They gazed at Long Fei as though he were a god of war, inspiring even more terror than the demonized ones.

"This young man, what a powerful Killing Aura."

Southern King Wang Shichong, a man seasoned in warfare, was also taken by Long Fei’s aura of slaughter.

Mu Hui bellowed, "Bastard, I’ll fight you with all I’ve got."

He produced a talisman and placed it on his own forehead, his eyes red with the bloodlust of desperation.

A Mount Mao Sect disciple cried out, "No!"

"This is a Blood-Burning Charm; Brother Mu Hui is risking his life."

"Who can restrain this demon chief?"

Everyone pinned their hopes on the geniuses in the top ten, who chose to watch indifferently, still without making a move.

Chu Feng glanced over, feeling a tremendous pressure in his heart.

The indifference of these individuals was beyond imagination; one was even a fellow sect disciple.