The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 403 - 0403: With This Sword, I Can Slay Ten Thousand Heroes.

Chapter 403: Chapter 0403: With This Sword, I Can Slay Ten Thousand Heroes.

A hundred and eighty-pound Water-Milled Zen Staff, it takes at least two ordinary people to lift it.

When swung fully, it truly whistles with the wind.

With such a smash, a current of air rolled across the ground, causing those behind to stagger back abruptly.

The crowd burst into admiration and exclaimed, "Master Lu truly possesses divine power!"

"What a master! With that strength, he could win a championship at the Olympics!"

"This kid is done for!"

"Absolutely going to be flattened into slag with one spade!"

Lu Xiong knew that Long Fei certainly had some tricks up his sleeve.

He could tell from the aura that emanated from Long Fei, it was definitely not that of an ordinary person.

As a being at the peak of the Ancient Martial Realm, the sight of Long Fei excited all the combat cells in his body, compelling him to exert his full strength as he struck.

Zhang Xuan’er and Li Zhenni were so frightened that they covered their eyes, feeling that if it were them, they surely would be turned into mush by the Zen Staff.

Only a clang was heard, as the cold iron clashed.

Long Fei’s sword lifted, flashing a bright light in the air as it collided with Lu Xiong’s Crescent Spade.

Sparks flew everywhere, followed by a loud bang.

Lu Xiong’s palm trembled, the cold iron Water-Milled Zen Staff was chopped as if it were a wooden stick.

The head of the Giant Axe snapped into the ground, instantly throwing up a cloud of dust.

Lu Xiong’s eyes widened in surprise, knowing the sword was a treasure, but he had not expected it to be so incredibly sharp.

His reaction was swift as he grabbed one half of the broken staff and lunged at Long Fei with the remaining Crescent Spade.

The Crescent Spade shone with a cold, sharp light, threateningly sharp.

Long Fei stepped firmly with his right foot, his sword moved like a dragon, and pierced out fiercely as he yelled, "Break!"

The tip of the sword met the edge of the Crescent Spade head on, piercing through it as if in tofu, splitting it down the middle, and continuing down the cold iron staff.

The steel-made weapon was split open like sugarcane by the Tai’a Sword.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Lu Xiong’s throat, startling him into stepping back with his right leg, releasing the Zen Staff, and leaping backwards.

Thud, thud!

The two black Crescent Spades fell to the ground, worthless before the Tai’a Sword.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and both sides stood stunned on the spot.

Long Fei stood in the center, holding the sword, his expression calm.

However, his indomitable presence caused everyone to take a sharp breath, feeling like they were facing a War God descended from the heavens.

The Great Monk landed, and only after his foot sank three inches into the ground did he stabilize his form.

Long Fei, with a smile, asked him, "Are you satisfied with the quality of this sword?"

Lu Xiong, his beard quivering with fury, swung his palms and bellowed, "What skill is it to rely on a weapon? Let me show you the true power of Ancient Martial Arts secrets!"

As he gathered his energy, the air around him whirled violently, forming a tornado around him.

From within his monk’s robe, golden circles flashed.

Long Fei frowned upon seeing this, just as Zheng Bin shouted, "You little bastard, you’re about to witness the might of Master Lu’s Solar Blaze Scripture!"

Indeed, within Shaolin Internal Kung Fu, there is a discipline called Solar Blaze Scripture.

The Solar Blaze Kungfu in martial arts novels is inspired by this name.

No television series or film can depict the true power of the Solar Blaze Scripture.

It involves the simultaneous gathering of energy in the body’s nine meridians and then releasing it all at once.

In the Ancient Martial World, it is considered a superior internal energy scripture.

"How mighty!"

"Is he about to unleash a powerful move?"

"Master Lu is angry!"

"This kid is definitely going to lose this time!"

A group of people offered their compliments one by one, then all swiftly moved back, fearing that Lu Xiong’s power might harm them too.

Inside Long Fei’s body, his Dantian was also rapidly spinning, constantly channeling Essential Qi into the Tai’a Sword.

He faced Lu Xiong with only a faint smile, "This sword of mine, can slay tens of thousands!"

His confident demeanor seemed like he was dealing with a very ordinary matter.

The crimson longsword buzzed with a resonant hum.

It was like boiling water, beginning to shake violently, causing Long Fei to struggle to hold onto it.

Spiritual Artifacts transcend common Treasure Instruments, possessing their own spirit.

The amount of power you give it, is the amount of power it can accumulate on its own.

This was the first time Long Fei had fully activated the Tai’a Sword; his aura was ferocious, causing the surrounding vegetation to shatter.

"Aren’t you afraid of spraining your tongue with such big talk?"

Lu Xiong bellowed, and his body suddenly flashed with nine golden halos.

With a roar, he cried out, "Solar Blaze Overwhelming the Heavens!"

The nine golden halos from within his body converged into one, and with a push of his palms, a power that seemed to move mountains swept through the air towards Long Fei.

The air in front of him buzzed, stirring up a wild wind that ferociously swept in all directions.

The immense force tore through the air currents, engulfing everything in its path, turning rocks and vegetation into powder.

At the same time, Long Fei’s Tai’a Sword also made its downward slash.

Long Fei didn’t dodge but met Lu Xiong’s Inner Strength head-on with his Sword Qi.

The Tai’a Sword drew up a sword gleam, over a dozen feet long, carrying a mist of white fog as it chopped down from the sky.

The semi-circular barrier of Qi and Sword Qi collided, with a thunderous boom that sounded like a thunderbolt exploding in the middle.

All the people on the scene couldn’t help but cover their ears, as the rocks and ground in between suddenly collapsed, forming a deep crater with a buzzing sound.

The gusty winds swept all around, forcing the onlookers to hastily retreat.

The Sword Qi was sharp, capable of slicing through everything.

It actually split the barrier of Inner Strength in two, passing over Lu Xiong’s head, and ’whoosh’—it cleaved a groove more than a meter deep into the ground beneath his legs.

Lu Xiong’s eyes bulged in disbelief as he looked at Long Fei.

Suddenly, his head split open, spraying blood, and rolled to the ground in two halves.

Because the Sword Qi was so fast, the blood on the corpse actually congealed instantly.

The wound was as smooth as if it were cut by jade.

The crowd was terrified, and cries of alarm filled the air.

Zheng Bin, in particular, turned pale, his back breaking out in a cold sweat.

The burly men who had just underestimated Long Fei now tensed up, feeling the urge to quickly flee.

But their legs just couldn’t take the step, and some felt the urge to kneel down.

Zhang Xuan’er and Li Zhenni exchanged glances, seeing Long Fei’s momentum and thinking that he had grown much stronger overnight.

Yesterday, when he wielded the sword, he was nowhere near this formidable!

Lu Xiong, a top-tier existence in Qingdong City’s Ancient Martial World, had never known defeat until now.

Unexpectedly, he was killed by Long Fei with a single sword strike.

His legs trembled, and he felt an urge to urinate.

Mu Tianyou was also shivering with fear, feeling as if the person standing before him was not human, but rather a war god from hell.

He glanced at Pasong beside him, who had a deep frown, never anticipating encountering such a tough opponent.

Pasong stretched out his hand, and a disciple immediately passed him a clay pot.

All along the way, people had been relying on this clay pot to find their way here.

Everyone discussed that inside the pot were corpse ghosts refined by Pasong; exactly what they were, the group had never seen.

Pasong, holding the clay pot in one hand, said to Long Fei in a low and grim voice, "You are very formidable, and I admit I am no match for you in terms of martial power. But sadly, you have encountered me—my Spell Casting Technique can easily slay you!"

His Chinese was stiff, just like his persona, as if it came from the mouth of a dried corpse.