The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 425 - 0425: The Emergence of the Tai’a Sword

Chapter 425: Chapter 0425: The Emergence of the Tai’a Sword

Zhang Yinyang’s mouth twitched, unable to understand why Long Fei was so composed.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said coldly to Long Fei, "You’re right, I can’t control these Yin Souls. But once they arrive, you’ll all die too. What makes you think you can defy me? How do you know I don’t have a way to fight these ghosts?"

A group of Yin Souls was wailing, circling around Mumu, who stood there at a loss.

They had been lonely for too long and had finally been summoned.

The Essential Qi from human bodies was a great supplement for ghosts.

If absorbed, it could preserve their consciousness, a tremendous opportunity for them.

Some with strong consciousnesses, after devouring the others, were beginning to awaken.

About a dozen shadows floated towards them, looming closer.

Long Fei raised the Tai’a Sword in his hand and said calmly, "You ask on what grounds? On these grounds!"

The longsword unsheathed, and even in the dead of night, it flashed out a gleam, casting a red light.

The Tai’a Sword, a weapon with its own spirit, a true Spiritual Artifact!

The invading Yin Qi was felt by the Sword Spirit, which would not tolerate insult.

The powerful Sword Qi shielded him and Li Zhenni within it.

The surrounding shadows, terrified, turned tail and ran, quickly retreating over a hundred meters away, where no ghost dared to approach.

Li Zhenni’s eyes widened, not expecting the sword to possess such power.

If only she had known back on Devil Island, she would have hidden this thing away.

With this sword in hand, it seemed like neither ghosts nor evil spirits could come near!

Zhang Yinyang was so startled that his eyes nearly popped out, and he stammered, "Are you a Practitioner?"

Long Fei chuckled and, finding a spot to sit down with Li Zhenni, said nonchalantly, "Don’t worry about who I am, focus on how you’re going to deal with these ghosts first?"

The Yin Souls feared Long Fei and the others but were not intimidated by Zhang Yinyang and his group.

They gathered around, wailing, as if tigers had spotted lambs, instantly dropping the temperature around Zhang Yinyang to freezing.

Yang Hao cried out in terror, "Master Zhang, hurry up and drive them away!"

It’s easy to summon ghosts, but difficult to send them away.

In a panic, Zhang Yinyang fumbled for his lighter, trying to burn the Soul Summoning Banner.

But in such cold temperatures, the fire wouldn’t ignite at all.

Suddenly, the live stream boiled over with excitement, and the barrage of comments shouted, "It’s over, it’s over, this guy seems to be even more powerful than Master Zhang!"

"Indeed, his sword glows by itself, it’s just too cool!"

"Is this the legendary master? Who is he, I want to take him as my teacher!"

"Where’s Master Zhang’s sword? Master Zhang seems to be carrying a sword too!"

Master Zhang drew his sword; he indeed had one, a Peach Wood Sword.

Peach wood and locust wood were two completely different types of wood.

It was said that the Witch Tribe’s great hero, Kuafu, pursued the sun.

He held a peach wood staff that even scared the Great Sun Golden Crow into fleeing all over the world.

After he was killed by the Golden Crow clan, the peach wood staff took root in the ground and sprouted, becoming the ancestor of all peach wood.

Because it had absorbed too much Taihua Force while fighting with the Golden Crow clan,

The descendants of peach wood were known as yang wood.

Hanging it on the door would ward off evil spirits.

Zhang Yinyang’s Peach Wood Sword was a common tool among Daoists.

He yelled in panic, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed the blood on the Peach Wood Sword.

The tip of the tongue is where the body’s Yang Yuan Force is most concentrated, and blood is the essence of the body.

Zhang Yinyang broke out in sweat from the pain, remembering how on TV people constantly bit their tongues, bit their fingers.

Damn, it really was painfully excruciating.

He was a bit slurred in his speech as he brandished the Peach Wood Sword, shouting at the group of Yin Souls, "I dare you to come at me!"

Mixed with the blood from the tongue tip, the Peach Wood Sword reacted upon contact with the Yin Qi, emitting a fiery glow out of thin air.

This spectacular scene stunned everyone in the live stream audience.

The bullet comments kept flying, rockets wildly soaring.

This was Master Zhang, performing for them with his life on the line!

Due to the intense energy fluctuations in the area, the cell phone signal became chaotic and the network broke down at that moment.

The bustling live broadcast suddenly went dark.

A crowd in front of their phones immediately boiled with anxiety, wondering if Master Zhang had been devoured by ghosts.

Some fans directly started asking questions in the group, the admin completely befuddled, while the owner of the group had already gone offline.

"This kid is quite interesting!"

Long Fei watched with a smile, taking out an apple along with Li Zhenni and starting to eat.

Yang Hao and the others cursed in anger, thinking this guy lacked any sense of justice.

Clearly capable of dealing with Yin Souls, yet he just watched them being bullied by ghosts.

They were at wits’ end, yet he didn’t offer to help.

Though ghosts feared the Peach Wood Sword, their desire for life was even stronger.

They hesitated for a moment, then still launched an attack.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

A series of dull thuds sounded as ghosts dashed towards Zhang Yinyang at incredibly high speeds.

Using the power of their souls, they conjured a strong wind to serve as arms, flinging Zhang Yinyang around erratically.

Yang Hao and the others fared even worse, swept up by the fierce wind and flung out of the pavilion.

It was unclear if the master of the pavilion’s tomb was among the ghosts, but the rest weren’t tormented too severely.

Only Yang Hao was swept up a meter or two, then harshly thrown to the ground.

Thump, thump.

Despite his sturdy physique, he still landed with a bruised face and a bleeding mouth.

The few girls had it even worse, one of them was even wearing a skirt.

After mocking Long Fei only a moment ago, they were now disheveled by the Yin wind, their skirts flying up, even revealing their underwear.

Li Zhenni immediately covered Long Fei’s eyes, not allowing him to take advantage of the sight.

The three girls screamed, desperately calling for Long Fei’s help, "Big brother, we were wrong. Save us, please!"

"Big brother, save us!"

The Yin Souls separated them, and that’s when they started to devour their Yang Yuan Force.

Yang Hao, in unbearable pain, knelt down and desperately called out to Long Fei for help, "Brother Long, I was wrong. Please lend a hand. You can’t just stand by and watch us die, can you?"

Before his words even finished, he was suddenly swept up by the Yin wind, hurtling hard against the tombstone behind him.

There was an old man’s photo on the tombstone, grim and seemingly curling its corner in a smile, scaring him so badly he wet himself.

These people were brought by Zhang Yinyang, and if anything happened to them, he couldn’t take responsibility.

After all, the viewers in the live broadcast room had seen everything, getting jailed was the least of his worries.

After a struggle with the ghosts, his arms gradually weakened.

Out of desperation and dropping his pride, he called out to Long Fei, "Master, please lend a hand! If you save us, I, Zhang Yinyang, will be willing to serve you like an ox or horse!"

His pride was worthless in the face of a life-and-death crisis.

Li Zhenni also spoke up for him, "Just help them, will you?"

Long Fei nodded, no longer wanting to drag it out.

If these people died, the police might think he was the murderer.

With a surge of Essential Qi in his hand, he lifted the Tai’a Sword high and shouted, "The Divine Sword is here; who dares to make a fuss? Retreat immediately!"

Golden light flashed in all directions, the Sword Qi of the Tai’a Sword mixed with streaks of golden light, looking like the rising sun that swept out towards every direction in an instant.

The powerful Yang Yuan Force made contact with the Yin Souls, and a crackling sound ensued, with blazing sparks sputtering through the air.

With the Tai’a Sword drawn, no ghost dared to disobey.

The surrounding Yin Souls, though reluctant, all pulled back.

If they lingered for even a moment longer, they feared they would be scattered forever.