The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 803 - 0803: Two Holy Artifacts of the Western Direction

Chapter 803: Chapter 0803: Two Holy Artifacts of the Western Direction

Prince Dracula of the Blood Clan stared at the Easterners surging from behind, never expecting Long Fei and his group to be so well-prepared.

"Satannic Baptism!"

He revealed his sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth and waved his hand, throwing something.

A white crystal vase flew into the air, showering the Blood Clan on the ground with a rain of blood.

The crimson fresh blood dripped onto the bodies of the Blood Clan, making them instantly mad and restless, swallowing the blood from the sky with their mouths wide open.

This was a concoction made of Dracula’s own blood, able to temporarily stimulate the feral genes within the Blood Clan, boosting each person’s combat strength by at least a level.

He hadn’t planned on using it, but now, faced with a formidable enemy, he had no choice but to deploy it.

"Kill!"

Leading the charge among the Disciples of Hell Sect wasn’t anyone else but Old Man Mu.

He had already received Long Fei’s command and had rushed over from Huaxia to take command of Hell Sect, becoming the first Elder of Yin Yang Sect.

Upon confronting the monsters, he held the Yunzhong Sword and with a loud shout,

three thousand disciples immediately rushed forward, like a sharp knife piercing into the encirclement of werewolves and bear-people.

The battlefield instantly surged with murderous intent, fresh blood splattered, and the shouts and roars were as loud as thunder.

The Blood Prince also shouted loudly, "Kill!"

The Blood Clan, baptized by his blood, howled and charged from the stone bridge.

Long Fei swung his sword and cast it into the air.

With the sword tip facing downward, it brought forth a golden edge and with a booming sound, it pierced the bridge.

The surrounding Blood Clan with a loud bang were all shaken into a blood dance.

The stone bridge crumbled and collapsed, a hundred-meter-long section of the bridge plunged into the abyss below with a rumble.

The ground shook, and all sides were startled.

Some of the Blood Clan couldn’t stop in time and fell into the abyss one after another.

The Blood Clan Barons managed alright, their wings fluttering as they flew up from below.

But for the Blood Servants, they were out of luck, their wings having just grown and only for show; they were utterly incapable of flight.

Long Fei had cut off their escape route, allowing the disciples of Hell Sect to deal with the werewolves and bear-people first.

Otherwise, with a group rushing up and the Blood Clan numbering in the tens of thousands, even Hell Sect would struggle to cope.

Dracula, furious at what he saw, shouted at his four Dukes, "Kill them!"

He held the Longinus Spear in his hand, his six golden wings beating behind him as he was the first to join the fray.

The Longinus Spear, a weapon of legend said to have once crucified God himself and also known as the Spear of Hell.

The black spear swirled, piercing toward Long Fei with an overwhelming pressure.

Long Fei and Chu Feng stepped out together, according to the plan, stepping into the void to join the battle against the Blood Prince.

Mudan Bruk, Bach Gangguluo, Titan Toredo, and Julie Vanzo, the four great Dukes of the Blood Clan, acted simultaneously.

Mudan and Julie also unfolded their golden wings, flying over from the other side of the cliff.

Bach and Titan leaped straight from the other side of the cliff, the explosive power of their muscles allowing them to jump over ten meters high.

Lin Yingying and the others first engaged with Mudan and Julie, while Sophia and Soria drew their swords and struck Bach and Titan in mid-air.

These two Dukes lacked wings and couldn’t borrow force in mid-air.

But their muscles bulged suddenly, and with a bang, they nearly bent the tips of the Sophia Sisters’ swords.

Their skin was long impenetrable to blades, and the Sophia Sisters’ cultivation level was far from enough to be their match.

Seeing this, Long Fei clashed his sword against the Longinus Spear, shouting at Chu Feng, "You go help them, I’ll deal with this guy."

Chu Feng saw the formidable momentum of the four Dukes below and worried that Lin Yingying and the others wouldn’t be able to handle them.

"Be careful then!"

He swept with his spear in hand and clashed with Dracula; then he charged towards the four Dukes below.

Originally, the two of them together were equally matched with Dracula.

But once Chu Feng left, Dracula’s wings shuddered, and with a fierce pull of his spear, he roared, "Eastern man, die!"

With a boom, it sounded like a thunderclap.

The force of the spear was like a tsunami, crashing down on Long Fei.

Long Fei held the Tai’a Sword in defense, but the huge force swept him backward, and he fell into a forest on the hillside.

His feet hit the ground with a thud.

The thick trees around, as thick as water buckets, were instantly snapped, five or six of them.

Dust flew up from the ground, and Long Fei’s feet sank three inches deep.

A Late Stage of Core Formation Cultivation Level was indeed extraordinary.

If Long Fei had not drunk the Essence Blood of Yamata no Orochi, breaking through to the Mid-stage Core Formation, he would not really have been his match.

Dracula flapped his wings and descended, focusing on Long Fei alone.

His eyes had just swept over a swath of corpses from the Blood Clan, filling his heart with extreme hatred for these Easterners.

He swiped his spear and stared coldly at Long Fei, "Today, all of you will die here, and I will use your fresh blood to commemorate the departed souls of the Blood Clan!"

Long Fei laughed, "You sold your souls to the devil long ago, what departed souls do you speak of?"

"You’re seeking death!"

Dracula’s spear wrapped around, undoubtedly stung to the heart by Long Fei’s words.

The spear, like a dragon exploring the sea, brought with it an unstoppable force, whooshing towards Long Fei.

Long Fei parried with his spear, the thudding vibrations echoing as they exchanged a few moves in the forest, pulverizing a dozen meters of timber into dust.

"Die, you are no match for me!"

As Dracula fought, he became increasingly ferocious; his muscles altered, turning dark like the Marquis before, with muscular cords coiling like snakes, his entire body swelling to over two meters tall.

This was the frenzied state of the Blood Clan; he intended to overpower Long Fei and then swiftly deal with the others.

He knew that if he were a step slower and Chu Feng returned, matters would become difficult.

Long Fei’s own blood burned brightly, growing more ferocious as the battle raged on.

It had been a long time since he’d had such an exhilarating fight.

If Chu Feng came to help, he wouldn’t be pleased in his heart.

Relying solely on his physical strength, he was able to fend off Dracula’s attacks; his spiritual power stirred, frequently manipulating the Power of Spatial Law, creating quagmire spaces around Dracula.

Although these Spatial Laws could not completely control Dracula, they could disrupt his actions by a delay of two or three seconds.

For ordinary people, that was only the blink of an eye.

But in their level of combat, two or three seconds could change the outcome of a battle.

Life and death hung in an instant.

A black fog steamed around Dracula, condensing behind him into a huge black bat-shaped Dharma Laksana.

Similarly, above Long Fei’s head, a Dragon-shaped Dharma Laksana appeared, spanning over ten meters, spiraling and roaring above.

The two engaged, one with a spear, the other with a sword.

Trees within a kilometer radius were all shattered, leaves and trunks turned to dust flying everywhere; from the outside, it was impossible to see the combat inside.

Dracula initially wanted to finish off Long Fei quickly, but to his dismay, this Eastern man grew stronger as the battle went on.

He had no choice but to use his trump card, retrieving the crystal cup that had baptized the Blood Clan, tossing it into the air, and covering Long Fei.

This was the cup that once contained the Holy Blood of God, revered as the "Holy Grail" in the Western Direction.

This item, along with the Longinus Spear, was known as one of the two Holy Artifacts of the West.

The Divine Power in God’s Holy Blood was immensely strong.

Naturally, the cup that could carry the Holy Blood was no ordinary object.