The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1215: Beef Sand Bun

Chapter 1215: Chapter 1215: Beef Sand Bun

The Black Ox Spirit’s eyes bulged with disbelief—he had never encountered such a brazen member of the Human Race.

With no words exchanged, the fight commenced immediately.

As its horns thrust forward to meet Long Fei’s looming punch, the Black Ox Spirit charged fiercely.

Mysterious Light glinted off its horns, stirring up black ripples in their wake.

The punch approached with a howling wind that ruffled the Black Ox’s fur backward.

"Dammit, my hairstyle’s all messed up!"

The Old Bull bellowed.

With a boom, the fist collided with its head, twisting it sharply and rolling it a few meters to the side.

Ni Ma! [Expletive—akin to "Damn!"]

This strength completely terrified the Da Heiniu.

Its head spun dizzily; it was somewhat baffled.

Moments ago, its forceful charge could have shattered mountains, but now it had been sent flying by a Human’s punch.

Long Fei felt his fist tremble, equally surprised.

Had it been an ordinary Demonic Beast, by now its brain would’ve burst and its flesh scattered everywhere.

But this Barbarian Ox seemed completely unfazed.

Right after Da Heiniu had howled, Long Fei heard it all too clearly.

At such a critical moment, this damn bull actually cried out about its hair, leaving Long Fei quite taken aback.

Man and bull stood apart, a dozen meters between them, sizing each other up.

All around, silence fell as the disciples from Yingzhou Island quietly swallowed, never expecting their Sacrificial Spirit to be sent flying with a single punch.

This outcome was a bit shattering.

Da Heiniu sprang up from the ground, standing on two legs like a human, transforming into a two-meter-tall hairy figure with bulging chest muscles and a head crowned with horns.

With a gold chain, this guise could easily pass for a gang leader.

"Human, you’re dead meat!"

His hand flashed with the Storage Ring, and Long Fei thought it was going to conjure some powerful weapon.

But lo and behold, the Black Ox actually took out a comb and, in front of many young male and female disciples, slicked back its hair into a pompadour, spat on its hand to smooth it down, and fixed it in place.

Long Fei watched with disgust; even from afar, the odor of the ox’s saliva was detectable.

Other disciples felt a surge of disgust too, their perception of the sacrificial, divine-like being shattered in that moment.

Da Heiniu stashed the comb away, gazing at Long Fei, and snorted, "How ’bout that, did my Old Bull’s charm startle you?"

"This smelly bull is even more narcissistic than me!"

Chu Feng watched with a twinkle in his eye, as if he had met a like-minded soul.

Lin Yingying covered her face, unable to bear the sight.

If you’re going to turn into a human, at least put some clothes on!

Just standing there so brazenly—truly shameless!

Seemingly sensitive to this issue, Da Heiniu hurriedly covered its privates, hastily wrapped a tiger-skin loincloth around its waist, then turned to the crowd with a sheepish smile, "Sorry about that, I forgot to wear clothes."

The spectators were incredulous, thinking whether it was here to fight or compete in a beauty contest, changing outfits and combing its hair.

From the back, Yu Huacheng shouted, "Bull God, these people are invaders of our Yingzhou Island. If you defeat them, they will withdraw from this place."

Da Heiniu’s nostrils puffed out twin jets of steam as it focused on Long Fei and cursed, "Damn it, you think I’m a sick cat when this Old Bull doesn’t show its power? Not only will I defeat you today, but I’m going to make you my steed!"

"You’re quite the dreamer."

Long Fei snorted and beckoned to the bull with a gesture, signaling for it to bring it on.

"Arrogant!"

This extremely provocative gesture ignited Da Heiniu instantly, charging like a steamroller, pavement breaking in its wake, as it hurled a punch at Long Fei.

"Bull Demon God Fist!"

Knowing Long Fei’s prowess, it employed its Bloodline Power without hesitation.

Above its head, a black Bull Demon Dharma Laksana, over a dozen meters tall, took shape as if emerging from primordial ages, exuding an ancient, savage, and authoritative aura.

With one punch, the space ahead trembled, with streaks of black light passing through, as if it could tear the very fabric of space.

Long Fei took no chances. His Azure Dragon Dharma Laksana materialized overhead, his fist meeting the Bull Demon God Fist head-on.

With a thunderous roar, the heavens seemed to crumble and the earth to crack.

The bluestone tiles within a hundred meters around them all exploded, sending up dust and debris dozens of feet into the air.

The Azure Dragon Dharma Laksana clashed with the ancient barbaric bull in the sky, roaring so loudly that disciples in all directions covered their ears.

Chu Feng couldn’t help but praise, "This flashy bull does have some skills."

Lin Yingying nodded, thinking that getting a bite of steak didn’t seem so easy now.

Long Fei found the Martial Arts Field too small for his taste, so he trod upon the void and took the fight from the ground to the sky.

One punch burst forth, carrying the light of the Azure Dragon.

Another punch slammed down, bringing with it the black light of the savage bull.

The power of their punches collided like mountains, thundering nonstop in the sky, shaking the space and gathering dark clouds overhead.

Bang,

Bang!

With two explosive sounds, Long Fei and Da Heiniu both crashed to the ground from the sky, like artillery shells, creating giant craters over a dozen meters deep in the ground.

"Damn it, boy, you do have some strength!"

Da Heiniu snorted steam from its nostrils and waved a hand, summoning a two-meter-long, azure giant axe.

"Are you resorting to using a weapon now?"

Long Fei raised an eyebrow, curiously staring at the azure axe.

The aura emitting from this thing seemed akin to the Divine Blood Ore from the Secret Realm in the Southern Barbarian State.

Da Heiniu swung the giant axe in its hand and roared loudly, "If you don’t have a weapon, Grandpa Niu will lend you one!"

It plunged onto the ground with a thud and leaped up dozens of feet, swinging the axe down at Long Fei.

The surrounding disciples didn’t say a word and quickly backed away.

Knowing the power behind the swing could affect even those a kilometer away.

The well-structured Martial Arts Field was now full of holes and craters, beyond recognition from the battle.

Long Fei’s expression changed, uncertain of the Southern Barbarian bull’s relationship with the Demon Race, his eyes taking on a fiercer edge.

With a mighty roar, Da Heiniu’s giant axe chopped down with an overwhelming Killing Aura.

Long Fei held a Black Iron Staff to block, and the mighty axe, capable of splitting mountains, was surprisingly rebounded, buzzing in Da Heiniu’s grip.

It widened its bull eyes, shouting in surprise, "What the hell is this?"

"The thing that’s going to kill you!"

Long Fei snorted lightly, holding the Iron Pestle while he employed Spatial Law, vanishing from the spot in an eerie manner.

Reappearing behind it, he swung the staff down at the Southern Barbarian bull’s head.

Da Heiniu, hearing the swoosh, reacted swiftly, raising the azure giant axe above its head with a fierce thrust.

With a loud bang, an enormous force pressed down.

The force from the Black Iron Staff was pinpointed; though it did not break the huge axe, it caused Da Heiniu to falter and crash heavily onto the ground.

Long Fei pressed on with his staff, following closely.

With another strange change of form, the staff hit Da Heiniu’s backside.

With a loud thud, the power of the Iron Pestle was directed to the weakest part around Da Heiniu’s buttocks.

"Damn, that’s too cruel!"

It clutched its groin and howled, tears welling up in its eyes as it jumped.

Long Fei kept slamming down, splattering blood and flesh all over Da Heiniu with the bizarre shifts of Spatial Law.

Without the power to resist, Da Heiniu had no idea where to channel its strength, and it couldn’t catch Long Fei’s trajectory with eyes or spiritual power.

Like a sandbag, it was battered back and forth by Long Fei.

With a final stomp, a bang resounded.

Long Fei stamped onto its head, pounding it heavily into the ground, almost turning it into a piece of red steak.

It groaned with grievance, "What do you mean, what’s the meaning? We had no feud in the past days and no grudge in recent days, why such a fierce hand?"

Once a mighty Southern Barbarian bull, it now whined like a wronged little wife.

Long Fei held the Iron Pestle, cautiously exuding a murderous air as he spoke, "What relation do you have with the Demon Race?"