The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 801 - 0801: Assault on the Castle

Chapter 801: Chapter 0801: Assault on the Castle

This was a day of tragic heroism for the Blood Clan, with hundreds of the middling ranks within a thousand meters being slain in groups like little bats by those below.

Rauss struggled and roared above, "Bastards, you will definitely face retribution. Damn it, I will never let you go!"

Besides threatening, there was nothing else he could do.

At this moment, a Blood Clan Duke brought an ancient priest up and shouted at Long Fei’s group, "Stop at once, or we will kill this priest!"

A group of Blood Clan flapped their wings, scattering and fleeing backwards.

From more than a hundred people just now, over half disappeared in an instant.

Only about twenty or thirty people, missing arms or legs, covered in blood, fled.

Amy looked at the priest and called out excitedly, "Priest!"

She raised the sword in her hand, but as she put in the effort, her wound split open, and a lot of fresh blood sprayed out again.

Long Fei took out a Third-Tier Pill and gave it to her, gesturing for her to eat it.

In the heat of the moment, they had forgotten that this Saintess was still injured.

As the two sides faced off, the Blood Clan’s Golden-Wing Duke placed a longsword against the priest’s neck and shouted coldly, "I said stop, release our Marquis now."

Rauss closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. The noble Blood Clan Marquis had to use such methods to escape, truly disgraceful.

Long Fei stared at them and calmly said, "Go ahead and kill him, we don’t know this foreign devil anyway."

The Saintess coughed up blood, and anxiously shouted, "Don’t you have any sense of justice?"

Chu Feng laughed heartily, "What is a sense of justice? Indeed, we have nothing to do with this old man!"

The Blood Clan looked at each other, their uncaring expressions momentarily dumbfounding them.

In that moment of their astonishment, Long Fei’s sword had already stabbed from behind, piercing through a twisted section of the Void, and viciously stabbed out from behind the Blood Clan member threatening the priest, exploding them into pieces with a bang.

The longsword hung in front of the priest, the Sword Qi rippling out.

The sharp light frightened all the Blood Clan into retreating.

Lin Yingying and the others followed, killing their way forward, sword lights flashing.

After slaying a dozen or so Blood Clan, the remaining ones were so frightened that they turned tail and ran, no longer possessing any courage to fight.

Long Fei stared coldly at Rauss, "How does it feel to watch your clan members die one by one? Not very pleasant, is it?"

Rauss cursed loudly, "Kill me if you want, our Blood Clan would rather die than submit!"

Long Fei smiled faintly, "Alright then, your wish is granted, you really are useless now."

He waved his hand, and the longsword flew back.

In front of Rauss’s eyes, it stabbed into his body as he was unable to move a muscle.

Long Fei’s current use of Spatial Law only allowed him to confine his enemies; he was not able to use the power of space to twist two spaces and grind the enemy directly with spatial forces.

Such mastery over Spatial Law was indeed astonishing.

Although Long Fei had achieved this level of understanding, his own Cultivation Level was far from sufficient.

The people he could confine were only those with the same Cultivation Level as him or those who were Earth Rank opponents.

For those with higher Cultivation Levels than him, Spatial Law was ineffective.

Rauss’s blood sprayed into the sky, and the Sophia Sisters, as if they had obtained some treasure, hurriedly opened their mouths to draw in a gust of suction, swallowing the fresh blood.

Their wings had already changed to one silver and one copper, nearly evolving into Marquis.

With the blood of Rauss, they could easily advance in rank.

In the sky, Rauss’s life energy was slowly drained by the Tai’a Sword, until in the end, it burst like a balloon with a pop.

He alone had attracted over a hundred middling Blood Clan to their demise, leaving him with extreme regret.

Amy supported the blood-covered priest, checked his wounds, and turned to Long Fei desperately asking for help, "Can you give me another pill?"

Chu Feng deliberately taunted, "Why should we give you anything when you are nothing to us?"

Sophia and Soria proudly tilted their heads, knowing that their master was speaking for them.

Amy dropped all her dignity, her face flushed as she said, "Give me a pill if that can save the priest, and I’ll do anything you ask afterward."

Long Fei waved his hand and tossed her a Third-Tier Pill, retorting, "You need not do anything, we have nothing to do with you now, nor will we in the future."

He led the way upwards, leaving the scene. Lin Yingying and the others followed, laughing and thinking to themselves how handsome her husband was—to remain so calm in the presence of such a stunning foreign lady.

Chu Feng followed them out, teasing the Saintess as he went, "I’m still short of a wife at my side, have you considered the idea?"

The Saintess gripped her sword, entertaining the thought of killing him.

Hua Qianmo, ahead of them, gave Chu Feng an unprovoked cold glance, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes as well.

Lin Yingying patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Don’t mind him, that’s just the way he is, always spouting nonsense."

Hua Qianmo huffed with a red face, "I’m not angry, what do I have to do with him?"

Lin Yingying exchanged knowing smiles with Lin Shanshan and Ding Xue without stating the obvious—women understand women’s thoughts after all.

After the priest took the pill, his complexion immediately improved.

The efficacy of the pill amazed Amy, feeling it was even more effective than the holy water of God.

She saw the priest’s wound healing at a visible rate and urgently asked, "Father, are your wounds alright?"

The priest shook his head, taking her hand urgently, "Quick, follow these messengers of God. I have a premonition that the Blood Clan will be eradicated from this continent."

"But your injury..." Amy said, somewhat worried.

The priest waved her off, calling out, "My wound is fine, the light of God has already shown its power, haven’t we all come through?"

Amy nodded, let go of the priest, and, with sword in hand, chased after Long Fei and the others up the mountain.

Meanwhile, on the mountain, the Blood Servants who had just been battling the knights heard the retreat horn and all pulled back toward the direction of the castle.

As Long Fei and his group passed by, they still saw injured knights and horses along the way.

They had no interest in these people—looting treasures was the real matter at hand.

In front of the Blood Clan’s castle, a throng of people wielded various weapons, tensely watching the front.

When Long Fei and his group arrived in front of the stone bridge, the crowd erupted, shouting, "Is it them?"

"What’s the background of these Easterners?"

"Why has the Duke ordered us to retreat?"

"With just this few of them, is the Duke really that nervous? If we each spit once, we could drown them all."

"Shut up, everyone. Just now, hundreds of Earls and Viscounts went down and seem to have all been killed by them."

"Is that true or are you kidding?"

"Do they really have that much capability?"

The Blood Clan grew wary, and Long Fei and his few companions forced the tens of thousands to fall back to a defensive position.

The Blood Clan members present, who had not witnessed the battle earlier, were especially unreconciled.

After Long Fei and the others arrived, they stood at the head of the bridge, facing off against the Blood Clan from a distance.

Chu Feng slammed his lance onto the ground using force, causing the ground within a hundred meters to shake, "Call out your Duke."

With a loud shout, he infuriated the Blood Clan members who shouted back, "Easterners, you have some nerve."

"You’re nothing, how dare you challenge our Duke?"

"One of me is enough to kill you all."

A Baron came forward with a lance, wanting to show off in front of the crowd.

A smirk played at the corner of Long Fei’s mouth as he pointed a finger in his direction.

A domineering current of air burst forth, and with a loud bang, it shattered the Baron in the middle of the stone bridge into pieces.