The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1107: The Sect Hierarch Arrives

Chapter 1107: Chapter 1107: The Sect Hierarch Arrives

Murong Chong had always disliked Zhang Zijun. Sitting among the Jiang family clan, he felt frustrated and had not expected Zhang Zijun to come to him voluntarily.

He stood up and looked indifferently at Zhang Zijun, "You are too arrogant, you deserve to die."

Zhang Jiuling stared at Murong Chong, feeling that something was off with this young man.

It was the moment for his grandson to establish his authority in front of the heroes of the world, so he did not intervene but waved and threw one of his own magical treasures to his grandson.

"Zijun, take this."

A golden Dragon-Tiger Seal landed in Zhang Zijun’s hands, a standard magical treasure from Dragon-Tiger Mountain.

Other disciples were using very ordinary magic artifacts, or Treasure Instruments.

But this piece was a Divine Instrument.

Refined by a Nascent Soul Realm expert of ancient times, the Zhang Family possessed only two such items.

One was taken by Long Fei, now given to Ding Xue.

Zhang Zijun, already full of confidence, became even more contemptuous with this artifact in hand, staring coldly at Murong Chong with a sneer, "It seems you have only one way left—to die."

He held the Five Thunder Sky-warding Demon-repelling Umbrella over his head, spinning it to draw the gathering clouds above.

With a crack, a muffled thunder sliced down like a golden longsword, striking directly at Murong Chong.

This was the Thunderbolt triggered by an Initial Stage of Core Formation, which Murong Chong did not fear.

He was wary of Zhang Jiuling and could not unleash mana in this world, but he did not consider Zhang Zijun a threat.

A blood-red longsword was summoned, swirling into the air and immediately enshrouded in a red cloud that caught the thunder.

This was the murderous aura condensed by the sword, not the spiritual power drawn by Murong Chong.

Wang Jie, who watched, was startled, "This guy is really angry, resorting to heavy weaponry right from the start."

He recognized the sword; it was the Demon Sword that he and Murong Chong had found together in the Mass Burial Pit of Phoenix Nest.

When the sword was drawn, a blood rain fell from the sky.

The sword, called Slaughter the Heavens, was immensely murderous.

Everyone on the field, including Zhang Jiuling, involuntarily shivered under the sword’s murderous aura.

"What is this damned thing?"

Zhang Zijun’s eyes widened, nearly spitting blood.

His spiritually summoned Thunderbolt had been casually neutralized by Murong Chong.

He could feel the disdain in the eyes of the younger generation around him.

To salvage his reputation, he directly threw the Dragon-Tiger Seal given by Zhang Jiuling, shouting, "You are seeking your own death!"

The Divine Level Dragon-Tiger Seal, with mystic patterns crawling over it, shining with golden light, grew larger in the air, smashing down at Murong Chong like a small mountain.

Murong Chong’s eyes were blood red as he resisted with the Sword of Slaughter.

This sword’s murderous intensity was so great that it interfered with his own control, almost leading him astray.

The Dragon-Tiger Seal thundered down from the sky, making the various clan disciples around squint their eyes, thinking that this Jiang family guy was definitely done for.

Just when everyone was anxious, suddenly a flash of red light appeared, followed by a "puff."

The Dragon-Tiger Seal, astonishingly, split into two in mid-air, thumping down onto the ground, making the stones on the hill splinter all around.

Murong Chong coldly stared at Zhang Zijun, his murderous intent fully revealed, and slashed with his sword towards Zhang Zijun.

Zhang Zijun, frightened, quickly brought out the Five Thunder Sky-warding Demon-repelling Umbrella and also the Dragon-Tiger Precious Sword, hoping to block the Sword Qi.

Zhang Jiuling’s eyes widened, sensing an impending doom.

Just as he was about to act, the Dragon-Tiger Precious Sword in the sky, like tofu, was split into two by the Sword Qi controlled by Murong Chong.

The speed of the Sword Qi was too fast, passing over the umbrella.

The umbrella split apart, and blood sprouted from the top of Zhang Zijun’s head as he stared at Murong Chong in disbelief, gasping, "How is this possible?"

With a "puff," his body also split into two.

Inside, the Golden Cores were all eroded by the Sword Qi, and before Zhang Jiuling could come over, the flesh body had also turned into a pool of blood.

"Fuck!"

Wang Jie couldn’t help but curse.

The surrounding youths and clan leaders of various families were also terrified, thinking that this sword was too defying.

Just by relying on Sword Qi, it split the Divine Level Dragon-Tiger Seal and two other Magical Treasures in half.

"Zijun!"

Zhang Jiuling almost vomited blood, and when he appeared next to his grandson, nothing was left.

In the sky, the winds and clouds stirred.

Wang Jie saw that Murong Chong was in a daze, and he quickly shouted, "Murong Brother, hold onto your true self."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiuling’s beard fluttered as he stared at Murong Chong and roared furiously, "Aren’t you a disciple of the Jiang Family? Who exactly are you?"

Murong Chong remained silent, standing there like a killing god.

Wang Jie’s heart sank, thinking that it was all over now.

Murong Chong, without using his spiritual power, couldn’t control the backlash of the Demon Sword. It might cause him to have murderous intentions, possibly slaughtering everyone here.

At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared.

As soon as Long Fei arrived, he noticed something was off, and he tapped on Murong Chong’s head.

Murong Chong’s Divine Sea trembled, and then he collapsed to the ground.

The Sword of Slaughter automatically returned to his Storage Ring, connected to his soul, making it impossible for others to snatch it.

Everyone around stood up excitedly and shouted, "Sect Leader Long!"

"Sect Master Long Fei is here!"

"My God, is that Long Fei?"

"So young!"

"He’s quite handsome though!"

A group of clan leaders and male and female disciples all had shining eyes.

Wang Jie suddenly stood up, shouting excitedly, "Oh my god, you finally came, a major disaster was almost upon us."

Zhang Jiuling’s eyes were blood-red as he stared coldly at Long Fei, screaming hoarsely, "You killed my son and grandson, and today you killed my grandson again, I will make sure you die a horrible death."

"You annihilated both the Guanzhong Li Family and the Yuann Family and you still claim injustice here?"

Long Fei glared at the old man and scolded loudly, his repeated escapes showing no remorse, becoming even more malicious.

Zhang Jiuling yelled coldly, "That’s because they were blind, to collude with a demon like you. What’s wrong with killing them, it’s you who caused their deaths."

He stepped back, yelling loudly, "Master of Dongying, please take action and kill this demon!"

A flash of black light passed, and Dongying Ninja Anpei Arinobu appeared before everyone.

He was dressed in a black robe of ancient ronin style from Dongying, silently staring at Long Fei.

Behind him followed a male and a female servant, both above the Initial Stage of Core Formation.

Just now, he had sensed a powerful force coming, not expecting Long Fei to be so young.

Zhang Jiuling bowed with his fists, shouting angrily, "Master, this is Long Fei. Kill him, and the entire Huaxia Daoism will be unified under you."

The surrounding people despised him, thinking Zhang Jiuling had indeed gone mad, recognizing a thief as his father, willing to be the henchman of the Dongying people.

Zhang Jiuling was disdainful of these gazes; as long as he could dominate, what did it matter recognizing a thief as his father.

By then, he could claim any resources, and if he was powerful enough, he could kick away the Dongying person whenever he liked.

At that time, people would still call him a hero.

The winner is the king, the loser the bandit.

Right and wrong, only the victor has a say.