The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1165: Clash of Fellow Sect Members

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165: Clash of Fellow Sect Members

Long Fei looked at him and said, "Do you think you have the right to decide the life and death of a person?"

Han Shan sneered, "Right? Power is the right. In my eyes, you’re just a slightly more powerful ant. That is my right. Who can stop me?"

"It seems you are very confident."

Long Fei laughed out, as if watching a child flaunting his claws and teeth at him.

Han Shan with his hands behind his back, full of profundity, said, "You are too young, unaware of the vastness of the world. You dare to show off with just a little bit of skill. Death is of your own making. Look, I can kill you with just one hand."

He swung his palm, and the palm shadow followed his body.

Eight shadowy palm prints struck towards Long Fei simultaneously, causing the void around to buzz and generating a gust of gang wind within the room.

"Eight Trigrams Palm?"

Long Fei snorted lightly and waved his hand forward.

A massive force rolled out, like a tidal wave surging forward.

Han Shan’s shadowy palm prints shattered in mid-air, and he was violently slammed back into the wall by this force.

With a bang, the cement wall cracked like a spider web.

If it wasn’t for Long Fei intentionally holding back, Han Shan would have been blasted into a bloody mess.

His face filled with disbelief, he spat out some blood and struggled to get up from the ground, unable to see through Long Fei’s cultivation level.

He thought he could easily crush Long Fei, but the situation was quite the opposite.

Third Master Zhang trembled in his hands and feet, instantly regretting taking the lead in making things difficult for Long Fei, now unable to step down.

He had thought Han Shan would surely win, but he was defeated so effortlessly.

Long Fei stared at Han Shan and demanded, "Who is your teacher? Do you recognize Zhou Yunshen?"

Han Shan’s eyes narrowed, surprised that Long Fei could mention this name.

How could he not recognize him? Zhou Yunshen was indeed his respected teacher.

"It seems I guessed right, you are that disappointing senior brother of mine."

Seeing his shocked expression, Long Fei could tell without guessing.

Originally, he heard from Zhou Yunshen that the old man had only taken one disciple in his lifetime, and later on, including Long Fei, there were two.

This disciple had learned the Eight Trigrams Palm from the old man since childhood. After breaking through to the Master Realm, he set up his own school and never took the old man seriously anymore.

Lately, he claimed to be the orthodox successor of the Eight Trigrams School, saying he was the legitimate one, and the old man was from a side branch.

Thereafter, the Eight Trigrams School had to follow him as the leader.

He even issued a challenge letter, personally challenging his own teacher.

The old man and he had fixed a life-and-death arena battle at Dongyang Mountain in Binhai.

Han Shan was defeated badly. The old man didn’t kill him, sparing him due to his youthful arrogance, and expelled him from the Eight Trigrams School.

Since then, he left Binhai City and was lost to the world.

Unexpectedly, encountering him here.

"Good, very good, you are that old man’s disciple indeed. He indeed had things he didn’t pass on to me. I served him diligently for twenty years, and yet he was so biased!"

Han Shan struggled, getting up from the ground.

He was certain that Long Fei had received the old man’s true teachings.

Originally, his challenge to the old man was just to see if the old man still had any ultimate secrets.

Today, seeing Long Fei, he was sure the old man had wronged him.

Long Fei shook his head lightly and sighed, "You were originally a talented martial artist, but your intentions are so improper. The ancient martial arts techniques Master taught me did not favor me over anyone."

Han Shan yelled, "You’re talking nonsense, you’re deceiving me, that’s impossible. If he didn’t pass anything on to you, how could you be so formidable?"

Long Fei sneered, "You refuse to believe you’ve fallen into evil. This world isn’t limited to just the Eight Trigrams Fist or martial arts alone. You’ve closed off your own heart, yet blame others for hiding things from you. This is truly despicable!"

Han Shan wiped the corner of his mouth, and hissed coldly, "Words are useless. Do you dare to fairly compete with me using the Eight Trigrams Palm?"

"Why would I be afraid?"

Long Fei raised his hand, staring at him and said, "Today, I’ll let you clearly understand that your defeat is caused by nobody else but yourself."

"Spare me the preaching!"

Han Shan, somewhat crazed, deployed the ultimate techniques of the Eight Trigrams Palm with his hands, using Qi to guide the palms, continuously layering them in front of him.

Boom!

Both palms struck simultaneously, unleashing sixty-four palm strikes at once.

This was the limit of the Eight Trigrams Palm, using Qi to direct the palms, with a series of muffled ’pu pu pu’ sounds in the air.

One layer upon another, the force continuously layered forward like a fierce roaring wave.

Long Fei also carried out his move with the Eight Trigrams Palm.

However, with a single wave of his hand, he displayed two sensations, merging these sixty-four palm strikes into one, as if a Tai Chi diagram swirls in front of him, fiercely smashing toward Han Shan’s sixty-four palm strikes.

With a loud boom!

The living room trembled violently, and all the tea tables and chairs burst apart, scattering wooden splinters everywhere.

Long Fei’s palm power continued incessantly, breaking through the sixty-four palms with a Tai Chi pattern, and still striking Han Shan’s body repeatedly.

Han Shan’s bones cracked loudly, his facial muscles trembled backwards, and his body flew back like a kite, slamming heavily against the cement wall behind.

With a bang, this time, the cement wall completely broke apart, exploding outward.

Han Shan rolled onto the ground, barely alive, muttering stubbornly, "How could this be, he must have hidden some secret technique from me, I can’t possibly lose to you..."

All his muscles and bones were shattered, and his Dantian was also destroyed by Long Fei.

Long Fei did not kill him; his master Zhou Yunshen had only this one disciple in his life, although he was a disgraceful one, there was still the camaraderie of the same sect.

Now his meridians were completely severed, and he would be a cripple if he lived.

Third Master Zhang’s legs trembled, finally seeing clearly.

This formidable figure was on the same level as his nephew, not someone these mortals could provoke!

He swallowed and stammered to Long Fei, "Young man, everything is negotiable. Our Zhang family in Shanghai City is also a prominent household, and my nephew Zhang Hengyu is the foremost figure in the South Yangtze Daoist Sect, known as South Profound Senior. It’s beneficial for you to be friends with our family."

"Unfortunately for you!"

Long Fei looked at him and chuckled, "Your nephew has been looking for me recently, and I too have some matters with him, so this feud can’t be resolved. I’ll visit another day, please relay a message to your nephew to clean his neck and wait for me. This time, I’m out for blood."

A knife in his hand flew out, tracing an arc beneath Third Master Zhang’s crotch.

With a swish, Third Master Zhang’s crotch split open.

A stream of fresh blood splattered, instantaneously sending pain signals to Third Master Zhang’s brain, causing him to clutch his lower region and roll on the ground, glaring at Long Fei with bloodshot eyes and cursing, "You bastard, I won’t let you go even if I die..."

After all, he was old, not like the young ones.

With his blood pressure spiking, he passed out on the spot.

The battle at the Drunken Fairy Pavilion shocked the martial arts and cultivation world of Shanghai City. No one expected someone to target the Zhang Family, especially to sever the lifeblood of Third Master Zhang.

The old man was getting on in years, and though that part wasn’t much use anymore.

But this was much worse than being killed; it was a blatant slap in the face.

The matter spread through South Yangtze like wind.

People in the industry even gave Long Fei a new nickname, "Egg-Thief Demon."

In Zhang Family Mansion, Zhang Hengyu administered a healing pill to Uncle, stepping outside afterwards, shattered a century-old tree outside with a palm strike, and whispered to his subordinates, "The Killing Long Conference, starts immediately."