The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1258 Bloodthirsty Demon Chief

Chapter 1258: Chapter 1258 Bloodthirsty Demon Chief

The elite disciples of various sects quickly surrounded and sealed off Long Fei’s escape routes under their elders’ orders.

An old man stared at Long Fei and shouted coldly, "Demon Chief, you have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Hand over your belongings willingly, and we might leave you a complete corpse."

Long Fei glanced at his banner and laughed disdainfully, "Mount Shu lackeys, do you think you’re worthy of challenging me? A so-called famous sect, today, even joining forces with outsiders? With such courage, and you think you can dominate the Cultivation World?"

The Mount Shu elder’s face flushed red. His hands wielded the longsword, which swept up fiercely. "Demon Chief, you’re the enemy of all under heaven. Anyone would kill you given the chance — what need is there to talk of honor? Today the people of the world shall end your life. Accept your fate!"

The surrounding cultivators stood in a murderous array, encircling Long Fei like hungry wolves sizing up their prey.

Long Fei looked around the crowd and said coldly, "Remember this: the banners hoisted here today shall be revisited, one by one. But first, I’ll collect some interest today!"

Suddenly, forty-nine beams of red light emitted from his body, resembling swimming dragons. In the blink of an eye, they wrapped around the Mount Shu elder.

If he wished to step forward, Long Fei would gladly fulfill his wish.

The Mount Shu elder gasped in surprise, "Copper Coconut Divine Wood Sword?"

Sword Qi surged around his body as he gripped his longsword, creating a defensive sword net to ward off attacks.

Since the attack erupted unexpectedly, no one had anticipated Long Fei’s abrupt strike. Mount Shu disciples froze in panic, exchanging startled looks, swords clenched in their trembling hands.

At an altitude of two thousand meters, gold, copper, and silver instruments were rendered useless under the interference of Earth’s magnetic force, their spiritual power unable to control them freely. Only wooden magical treasures remained usable.

The Mount Shu elder’s longsword was severely hindered by the local geomagnetic forces. Every discharge of Sword Qi required an enormous expenditure of spiritual power.

Under the devouring force of the Copper Coconut Divine Wood Sword, he quickly exhausted his spiritual power.

With a loud crash, the defensive Sword Qi net shattered into pieces.

The Mount Shu elder’s eyes turned bloodshot as he roared in despair, "You bastard, even in death I won’t let you go!"

His flesh was torn apart by the forty-nine divine swords, exploding into a mist of blood and vanishing.

As his Nascent Soul emerged, Long Fei wrapped it in his divine sword and slammed it directly into the Mystic Yellow Pagoda.

A wave of frowns washed over the observing cultivators, a foreboding sense taking root in their hearts.

It seemed less like they were hunting Long Fei and more like Long Fei had deliberately lured them into this trap.

Though their spiritual power was clearly disrupted by the geomagnetic forces, Long Fei seemed entirely unimpacted.

All of this, of course, was thanks to Long Fei’s mastery of Spatial Law.

The geomagnetic forces twisted the space, causing intense suction effects. While they affected Long Fei slightly, the interference was nowhere near the level it had on others.

Mount Shu disciples, their eyes bloodshot, yelled furiously, "That Divine Wood Sword belongs to our senior brother Yi Qingshan! How is it in your hands?"

"Avenge the elder! Kill him!"

"This villain cannot be left alive; justice demands his death!"

"..."

A group of Mount Shu disciples charged forward first, swords poised aggressively toward Long Fei.

In this cursed environment, magical treasures and flying swords were impossible to summon. They had no choice but to fight hand-to-hand, like martial arts warriors.

Sects allied with Mount Shu also joined in, rushing forth alongside their forces.

Other sects, however, remained on the sidelines, watching the spectacle unfold, awaiting Mount Shu’s depletion before swooping in to reap the benefits.

Mount Shu’s sect leader cursed furiously, "You vultures standing on the sidelines! Are you just going to let the Demon Chief gain the upper hand?"

"Why aren’t you joining in the attack to exterminate him?"

"If not now, when?"

"..."

Despite his shouting, none of the other sects moved.

Long Fei’s mouth curled into a grin, seeing through their thoughts.

Such a rabble would never accomplish anything great.

His Copper Coconut Divine Wood Sword flashed with metallic brilliance, sweeping toward the charging Mount Shu disciples and instantly cutting down several.

Mighty Sword Qi enveloped the battlefield with relentless blasts, the sounds of destruction echoing ceaselessly.

The Mount Shu disciples screamed, frightened, as they summoned their Dharma Laksanas, each attempting to channel Sword Qi for defense.

Little did they know, in this place, elemental energy was utterly absent.

The geomagnetic interference was too severe, forcing them into hand-to-hand combat.

The Copper Coconut Divine Wood Sword repelled some attackers while others closed in, brandishing swords to strike at Long Fei.

Cultivators once revered for their supernatural grace now resembled common mountain dwellers.

Gone were the elegant swordplay and ethereal presence, replaced by crude, brute force strikes with swords.

Long Fei chuckled coldly, "My turn now."

He brought out the Black Iron Staff, raising it like an unstoppable tank, charging directly into Mount Shu’s slaughter formation.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Deafening crashes echoed as the Black Iron Staff swept through the sword array, splitting magical treasures and divine swords alike as if chopping wooden sticks.

Long Fei stormed forward fearlessly, smashing Mount Shu disciples’ weapons and divine swords with his right hand wielding the Black Iron Staff.

In his left hand, he brought out the Counterfeit Xuanyuan Sword and unleashed a bloodthirsty massacre.

The sword emitted a green glow, roaring like an Azure Dragon.

With a fierce sweep of his left hand—

Crack! A Mount Shu disciple lost his right arm and screamed, "Demon Chief, you’re vicious!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword beam from the Counterfeit Xuanyuan Sword slashed across his neck.

Even his Nascent Soul-forged body was split apart by the seemingly ordinary iron sword.

Wherever Long Fei went, Sword Qi flew recklessly.

One strike, an arm severed!

One strike, a leg severed!

One strike, a head flew off!

Blood flew in all directions as agonizing screams filled the heavens.

Within a span of mere meters, over a hundred Mount Shu and affiliated sect disciples were slain, their blood staining the ground.

In an instant, mangled corpses and chunks of flesh covered the battlefield.

After destroying their mortal forms, Long Fei’s Mystic Yellow Pagoda absorbed their Nascent Souls and Golden Cores.

Over a hundred Mount Shu cultivators lost their lives and perished utterly.

They had been elite Nascent Soul masters, never imagining such an ignoble defeat.

Bereft of magical power in this location, they were utterly vulnerable.

The mountain wind carried the thick stench of blood, causing nearby onlookers to frown and their hearts to pound with dreadful intensity.

As cultivators, they had never witnessed such a brutally savage and blood-drenched battlefield. It resembled the crude clashes of mundane armies from the mortal world.

Long Fei stood among the carnage like a god of war descended to wreak havoc.

Retrieving the Copper Coconut Divine Wood Sword, he held only the Counterfeit Xuanyuan Sword, glaring disdainfully at the surrounding cultivators. "What? Struck dumb with fear? If you don’t act soon, I’ll be the first to make a move."

The disciples hesitated nervously, exchanging glances before shouting, "Everyone! We mustn’t sit idle any longer. Attack together and finish him off here!"

"This Demon Chief is far too vicious—leaving him alive spells disaster!"

"Fellow cultivators, Mount Mao takes the lead!"

"Dragon-Tiger Mountain strikes as well!"

"..."

The scene erupted into chaos as factions that had been hesitant now joined, evidently terrified by Mount Shu’s devastation.

In an instant, three to four thousand cultivators charged toward Long Fei.

Long Fei warily eyed several elders lurking in the shadows, who seemed more eager to see his hidden treasures than to engage directly.

"If you won’t strike, I will!"

Having guessed their intentions, Long Fei refrained from hesitation and clashed with the overwhelming flood of disciples from all sides.

Forty-nine Copper Coconut Divine Wood Swords flew out, creating a barrier behind him.

While others struggled under the suppressed spiritual power, Long Fei remained unaffected.

Simultaneously wielding spiritual power and physical strength, he charged forward like a death knight, brandishing the Black Iron Staff in one hand and the Counterfeit Xuanyuan Sword in the other, harvesting lives en masse amid the crowd.