The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1061: Who Dares to Threaten

Chapter 1061: Chapter 1061: Who Dares to Threaten

Long Fei and Lin Daoyi exchanged glances, and without another word, Long Fei struck out with a palm that carried an Azure Dragon rushing towards Lin Daoyi.

He felt oppressed, thinking to himself, "When did I become a fish on the chopping block, constantly threatened?"

"You little beast, how dare you go mad!" Lin Daoyi cursed coldly, his hands forming seals, summoning his Dharma Laksana.

A golden talisman shone brightly, shockingly radiating light, and struck the Azure Dragon hard.

The talismans circulated, forming an orderly chain of commands within the talisman.

The Azure Dragon clawed wildly, both claws tearing fiercely at the talisman.

Green and gold, the two forces clashed.

A series of muffled roars erupted, shaking the altar beneath them.

Someone shouted, "Stop being impulsive, both of you! If you break the altar, none of us can return."

"Brother Lin, restrain yourself, settle accounts with this beast once we’re back!"

"..."

A group of disciples hurriedly persuaded them, fearing the altar would be broken by the two, resulting in them having to make a long traversal.

By the time they reached Chang’an, the princess’s son would already be born.

"Barbarian, I’ll spare you for now."

The golden talisman radiated brightly and forcefully separated from the Azure Dragon with a bang.

Lin Daoyi turned and walked away, his entire body entering the Teleportation Array.

However, the Azure Dragon did not withdraw but instead charged at a disciple, biting him in the mouth.

The surrounding disciples immediately dodged, startled almost to the point of wetting themselves by the sudden move.

The disciple screamed in mid-air, "Madman, let me go, I’m a Mount Mao Disciple. I haven’t offended you, why are you taking your anger out on me?"

Long Fei snorted coldly, "Was it you who called me ’little beast’ just now?"

The disciple’s face flushed with embarrassment; he had shouted out in the confusion to show off and suppress Long Fei.

Unbeknownst to him, Long Fei had heard him.

This disciple was just a Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm disciple and didn’t dare to confront Long Fei head-on. He quickly changed his tone, pleading, "Please spare my life, grandpa! My mouth is undisciplined and offended you, sir. Please forgive me!"

The crowd looked on with disdain; he had been belligerent just a moment ago, and now he was quickly playing the grandson.

Long Fei snorted, "Isn’t it a bit late to say this now?"

With a sudden suction from the Azure Dragon’s mouth in the air, the disciple was swallowed whole.

His last terrified words lingered, "Long Fei, you bastard, we at Mount Mao will not let you off..."

The Azure Dragon’s stomach churned, its Essential Qi crushing like miniature millstones, directly grinding the disciple into a mist of blood and absorbing him.

A Golden Core flew out, which Long Fei collected into the Storage Ring.

The Azure Dragon Dharma Laksana could only digest flesh and blood; such Golden Cores and Nascent Souls, formed from spiritual power, had to be absorbed by the Divine Sea.

The surrounding disciples trembled in fear, now no one dared to speak out of turn.

Someone cried out tearfully, "Brother Dao, we’re nearly home, why put on airs now?"

Long Fei glared and shouted coldly, "Anyone else dares to threaten, and I will show no mercy!"

The group shivered, finally realizing that this Long Fei, who neither feared heaven nor earth, dared to confront the top ten masters.

Returning, maybe he would indeed be among the top ten.

As the crowd began to leave through the Domain Gate, with Long Fei’s group close to departing, Governor Wang Shichong came up with his son, holding a Qiankun Bag, and bowed to Long Fei, saying, "Little Friend Long, please wait a moment."

Long Fei asked Chu Feng to protect Wang Xiaoya and the others as they moved ahead, then frowned and asked, "Governor, is there something you need?"

Wang Shichong said, "It’s like this, my son Wang Jie had offended you before, and I, on his behalf, want to apologize to you. I hope you won’t take it to heart!"

His demeanor was very humble, making Long Fei feel slightly embarrassed.

Wang Jie looked at Long Fei with some embarrassment and cupped his fists, "Brother Long, it’s true that we wouldn’t have met if not for that fight. You don’t have to join my Romance Pavilion, just stop by occasionally."

Long Fei felt a bit sick, and said to the two men, "You don’t have to do this, I am not a wanton killer, I just can’t stand someone stepping on my head."

"Young hero, understandable, understandable!"

Wang Shichong laughed and nodded. He handed the Qiankun Bag to Long Fei and said, "Little friend, please accept this small token of my appreciation. This prince has only this one son, please take care of him when you are in the Capital City."

He didn’t wait for Long Fei to speak and forcibly placed the Qiankun Bag in Long Fei’s hand, then immediately backed away, fearing rejection from Long Fei.

Long Fei smiled helplessly and finally understood why the Southern King could hold his title.

His way of handling things left you with nothing to say.

Long Fei accepted the Qiankun Bag and cupped his fists to bid farewell to Wang Shichong.

Wang Jie left with him, stabilizing his stance after entering the Domain Gate and began chatting with Long Fei inside, "Brother Long, I wonder how many from the Demon Race you have captured? If it’s too few, I can share some with you."

"No need."

Long Fei shook his head and asked, "I just heard someone say that those Divine Children and Saint Heirs can eradicate a mountain of the Demon Race with one palm strike, is that true?"

Wang Jie laughed heartily, "Ha, that’s all exaggeration. We didn’t actually see the real Demon Race; those killed were all Demonizers. In the Southern Barbarian State, many tribes either willingly or unwillingly became Demonizers. The outer layer of the Demon Domain’s Demonizers, those with impure bloodlines, are easy to deal with. If real members of the Demon Race showed up, we’d probably all be dead."

Long Fei curiously inquired, "In the competition rules, one member of the Demon Race is equivalent to ten human traffickers, does that mean these Demonizers are as valuable as the Demon Race?"

Wang Jie nodded, "Of course, no one dares provoke the real Demon Race. Even if the old heads of the clans come, they would retreat three feet upon seeing a Demon Race."

Long Fei knew his standing and understood how much his chips were worth.

Before the competition, someone had opened a betting pool.

Each candidate had their odds, and Liuu Jiangnan had bet quite a bit on Long Fei.

If he won first place this time, he could make a fortune.

This time, no ambush occurred on the way.

The Domain Gate was opened from the Capital City, connecting to the Southern Borderlands.

The closer to Chang’an City, the more stable the spatial passage, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Chang’an City’s Domain Gate teleportation center was already filled with groups from various factions.

The judges, all old men, had arrived and were just waiting for all the practitioners to return and the Domain Gate to close before they started tallying the results.

Though the sky had darkened, the Light Gathering Formation at the teleportation center drew in all the ambient star and moonlight, brightening the area as if it were daytime.

Some people looked up with determination.

Others blushed in silence, clearly indicating they hadn’t gained much and had made a futile trip.

The onlookers buzzed with discussion, "Did you hear? The odds for first place are 1:100. We just have to bet on the right person, and we’ll all make a fortune."

"All are geniuses, not so easy to choose."

"I bet on Divine Son Jiang Chuan; I think he has a good chance."

"I bet on Zichuan; he’s not too shabby either."

"Zichuan versus Jiang Chuan, hard to tell who will take down the prey."

Someone asked Liuu Jiangnan, "Young master, who did you bet on?"

"Long Fei."

Liuu Jiangnan’s expression was calm.

A crowd laughed, "No way? That rookie, aren’t you thinking too highly of him?"

"He didn’t even make it into the top twenty seeds, and you dared to buy him?"

"This kid has high odds, 1:200. If that’s your choice, hope you win!"

Those around made mocking comments, looking down on Long Fei.

Before, who had even heard his name? No one knew where this unknown emerged from.

The betting house profile read, "Long Fei, a resident of Mount Tai in Lu State, the personal bodyguard of Princess Ji Wanyu of Pure Tranquility, has killed a seed heir of Mount Mao, Mu Qing, with a single palm strike in the Capital City. Other information is unknown."

Just this alone wasn’t enough to convince everyone.