The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 404 - 0404: Facing the Spell Caster

Chapter 404: Chapter 0404: Facing the Spell Caster

Long Fei tightened his brows, he knew about the Spell Casting Technique.

Gongsun Sheng had passed on to him "The Supreme Five Thunders Method," which contained detailed case analyses of confrontations.

It included this very Spell Casting Technique.

According to the book, the Nanyang Spell Casting Technique originated from the heterodox practices of Mount Mao, and was a blend with the witchcraft of the South Yangtze Miao Family, creating this insidious, heretical method.

It involved nothing more than using poisonous insects gu, piercing souls with straw figures, raising little ghosts, and casting spells with yin souls.

Therefore, this Pasong seemed to radiate yin qi.

Mingling with these things all day, his body was long saturated with the presence of death and yin qi.

Long Fei took out his talismans; he had prepared five thunder talismans for his arrival.

He had used a Fire Thunder Talisman against the spider, and both the Golden Thunder Talisman and Water Thunder Talisman against Gao Chi and the Jade Toad.

Now, he still had the Wood Thunder Talisman and Earth Thunder Talisman left.

A cold smile hooked at the corner of his mouth, as if he were looking at prey that had delivered itself to his doorstep.

To embolden himself, Mu Tianyou cursed at him, "You little thief, you’ve deceived me twice, and even cuckolded me. Today, I’ll make sure you can neither live nor die!"

Long Fei’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent as he glanced at Mu Tianyou.

If someone sought to take his life, he would surely take theirs.

In his eyes, Mu Tianyou and his group were as good as dead.

On this island, they fancied themselves supreme in strength, arbitrarily taking others’ lives.

Today, they would learn what it means to reap what they sow.

Pasong held a jar in one hand and a golden bell in the other.

As he opened the jar, he shook the bell, chanting strange ancient incantations.

From inside, a black fog churned with fierce evil energy, and suddenly a swarm of flying insects burst out.

These insects were unique to the tropical rainforests of Nanyang; they had extraordinarily long lifespans and were fiercely combative.

A group of hundreds could suck a cow dry, leaving it a mummified carcass.

They had also become a favorite of spell casters.

They dared to cultivate these insect eggs, allowing them to decay on dead bodies.

Once these poisonous insects emerged, they would be coated with human blood.

Upon maturity, they would feed on nothing but human blood.

But that wasn’t the key point; the spell casters would nurture spirits of children who died young.

Then, through their methods, they would lodge these little ghosts within the bodies of the poisonous insects. The insects, having the weakest yang qi, were the easiest to be possessed by yin souls.

As a result, these poisonous insects gained a certain level of spiritual intelligence.

Raised on rotten flesh from a young age, they carried an extremely heavy pall of evil energy, more toxic than their original parent bodies.

Just one bite on a regular person could kill them in an instant.

Each time the spell caster shook his golden bell, they would frantically bite their prey as if well-trained.

Pasong’s technique of using insects in spell casting took a full fifty years to develop to its current scale.

Each jar contained hundreds of poisonous insects.

They were also the spirits of the little ghosts he had painstakingly gathered over the years, which had not been easy.

These creatures could not only harm people but also scout the terrain. They were unafraid of water and fire and could adapt to all kinds of climatic conditions.

At this moment, like poisonous snakes released from their cage, they buzzed their wings and swept frantically towards Long Fei.

The densely packed swarm was enough to make one’s skin crawl.

Zhang Xuan’er and Li Zhenni detested these insects the most.

Unable to help themselves, they screamed and quickly fled backward.

Fat Wang and Lu Buping protected them, warning Long Fei, "Brother-in-law, these insects are extraordinary, be careful!"

"Master, these insects might be poisonous!"

Long Fei didn’t need them to say it; he already knew this much.

Mu Tianyou and the excited group behind him shouted out loudly, "Bite him to death!"

"Haha, this kid is definitely done for!"

"What’s the use of being skilled in martial arts? We have the backing of a mage!"

"Kill him, and then have our way with his woman!"

The crowd was going crazy as if they were watching Long Fei about to be turned into a mummified corpse right before their eyes.

A smirk played at the corners of Pasong’s mouth, his heart also filled with disdain.

Seeing Long Fei standing there, stunned, he thought he had been frightened stupid.

He shook the bronze bell in his hand at an increased pace, the poisonous insects buzzing loudly as if they were about to encircle Long Fei.

At that moment, Long Fei suddenly made his move.

With a wave of his hand, he looked like a Heavenly God descended to earth, his body shimmering with a hazy mysterious light, followed by a loud shout, "Thunder, come!"

In the sky above, there was a loud cracking sound.

A bolt out of the blue sky, suddenly numerous electric sparks appeared, protecting Long Fei from all sides, engulfing all the poisonous insects.

"This is bad!"

Pasong screamed in fright, quickly shaking the bronze bell in an attempt to recall his poisonous insects.

His speed was nowhere near as fast as that of thunder and lightning.

This was the Wood Thunder Talisman, erupting like a giant golden lightning tree growing from the ground.

Massive branches and leaves spread in all directions, with a continuous crackling sound, sweeping the poisonous insects like an electric mosquito racket.

Clouds of green smoke arose, these small creatures couldn’t withstand the high temperature of the thunder.

Their bodies, upon contact with the Thunder Elemental Force, instantly turned into green smoke, rising and dispersing into the air.

The previously ominous surroundings instantly regained a hint of warmth.

Pasong’s eyes turned green with envy; he couldn’t believe that the effort of fifty years had been wiped out by Long Fei in an instant.

At this moment, Long Fei, like a God of Thunder, stood amidst the thunder and lightning, controlling the electric sparks in the sky, and hooked a cold smile at Pasong.

That expression was like watching a child showing off a toy knife before him.

Pasong let out a furious cry, and from his bag, he took out a porcelain bottle, opened it, and poured the white powder inside his mouth.

Fat Wang and the others watched with disgust, thinking to themselves, this old man sure is amusing, taking drugs in the heat of battle—looks like he’s risking it all!

But he wasn’t drugging himself, he was consuming a powder made from grinding up zombie bones.

This powder could temporarily give a person zombie-like abilities.

Not only could one become impervious to weapons, but one could also move like a zombie, leaping ten meters high in one bound.

Of course, the higher the level of the zombie, the greater the power one would gain.

This substance was known as Corpse Descent.

Typically, Spell Casters would not resort to such methods.

Because after gaining temporary power, the Spell Caster would be poisoned by the corpse poison, their body slowly becoming no different from a zombie’s.

After every use, they had to rely on a secret technique to expel the corpse poison to remain like a normal person.

The Heterodox Path is generally like this.

With an unstable foundation, although obtain power quickly and with great force, the side effects are also extraordinarily severe.

Pasong had only used it twice in his life, the last time being against a Corpse Herder Clan from the Southern Borderlands of Huaxia.

This time it was against Long Fei; after swallowing a bottle of the zombie powder, his entire body trembled, and his eyes emitted a purple light.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, black.

Zombies are classified into eight categories based on the color of their eyes.

A zombie with blue eyes can already withstand sunlight and flames, have a body hard as steel, move as swiftly as the wind, and leap as if flying—this was Pasong’s trump card and final move against his enemies.