The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 804 - 0804: Kings Must Die

Chapter 804: Chapter 0804: Kings Must Die

Long Fei, seeing the glass cup growing larger and larger in mid-air, tried to dodge.

Yet the Holy Grail naturally possessed a power that restricted space, and Long Fei, despite deploying the Power of Spatial Law, found that he couldn’t evade it.

A streak of Mysterious Light struck, and with a thud, the Holy Grail fell, ensnaring Long Fei completely inside.

Dracula sneered coldly, "Pathetic Eastern man, you crumble like an ant, yet you foolishly think you can evade the Grail’s confinement. Dying here, you have tainted the purity of the Holy Grail; such a pity."

Beneath the Grail, its convex bottom and sides seemed to act like a lens, endlessly draining Taihua’s Power and sweeping it over Long Fei.

Inside the Crystal Cup, a sharp golden light shone, much like in an oven.

Long Fei’s physical body, tough as true iron, was still relentlessly burned by Taihua’s Power. His skin split open, white steam rising from his body as if he were being cooked, emitting a strong meaty aroma.

He used the Tai’a Sword, deploying the Power of True Dragon to strike at the glass cup, but it didn’t react at all.

Dracula, grinning grotesquely from outside, shrieked, "Eastern man, don’t waste your effort. Just wait for death!"

"Western Magic Artifact, you think you can trap me?"

Long Fei truly couldn’t believe it, another strain of Bloodline Power erupted from his body.

Above his head, he formed two Dharma Laksanas of dragon and elephant, wielding the Tai’a Sword in his hand and stabbing fiercely at the Holy Grail.

The tip of the sword buzzed loudly, crashing into the glaze Holy Grail with immense force.

With a clang, the tremendous Power of the Dragon Elephant, channelled through the sword tip, struck the Crystal Cup.

Yet, the Holy Grail merely shook slightly, showing no reaction at all.

Long Fei felt the life essence in his body being vaporized by the cup.

He needed to get out quickly, or he would end up cooked inside.

In desperation, he rummaged through the Storage Ring, using his spiritual power to grasp the Black Iron Staff.

This staff, resembling a firebrand, could fend off Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Lightning, and was so hard that not even Divine Instruments could cut through it.

He tried using the Power of the Dragon Elephant, smashing it down on the Crystal Cup.

Amid Dracula’s arrogant laughter from outside, a crack sound was heard, and lines fractured across the surface of the Crystal Cup.

"What?"

Sensing something, Dracula widened his eyes in surprise.

Long Fei, smirking, once again swung the Firebrand Staff with the Power of the Dragon Elephant, smashing it down hard.

This time, with a crash, the Crystal Cup was swept away by a great force.

The Power of the Dragon Elephant transferred through the Black Iron Staff, completely shattering the Crystal Cup into pieces.

"My Holy Grail!"

Dracula, distressed, his eyes bloodshot, almost spat blood.

Long Fei, looking at the Firebrand Staff, was filled with shock. He had not expected this object to penetrate through layers of the Power of Laws, striking directly at a weak point of the Magic Artifact in a sudden blow.

All this time, he had underestimated the item, using it merely as a piece of extra-terrestrial meteoric iron.

Now, he suddenly understood.

This item was far better than a Divine Instrument, very likely material above even a Divine Artifact.

He put away the Tai’a Sword, using this object against the enemies, and pointing directly at Dracula, he taunted, "Little bat, any more Magical Treasures? Bring them all on!"

Dracula, swinging his lance, no longer had any Magical Treasure to show.

This Holy Grail was renowned as one of the two Great Holy Artifacts of the West, yet was just shattered by Long Fei’s iron staff.

As the lance thrust forward, sweeping through space.

Long Fei, holding the Black Iron Staff, while enshrouded in the Power of the Dragon Elephant, did not block directly but moved with the Spatial Law. He stepped aside swiftly, circling to Dracula’s side, and struck hard with the staff on his arm.

There was no energy fluctuation of the Laws on the Black Iron Staff.

However, when it struck Dracula’s arm, it directed the force toward the weakest part of the joint.

The Power of the Dragon Elephant was immensely strong. With a loud bang, Dracula roared in pain as the elbow bone of his arm was shattered by the staff.

Dracula’s body shook violently, thrusting backward.

Long Fei’s movements were unpredictable; before Dracula could retaliate, he vanished without a trace.

Long Fei had previously tried to use the Spatial Law to immobilize Dracula, which wasted spiritual power without being effective.

Now, Long Fei was utilizing the Spatial Law at extreme speed against his enemy.

No matter how formidable Dracula was, his speed was no match for Long Fei’s.

With the Black Iron Staff in hand, Long Fei was unstoppable.

Within a few exchanges, he had fractured the bones all over Dracula’s body.

Dracula tried to block with his golden wings, but they were useless in front of the Firebrand Staff.

If not for his pity towards Dracula’s Longinus Spear, Long Fei would have destroyed it already.

Dracula didn’t know what kind of weapon this Eastern man had, but the wings that previously could not be cut by the Longsword were now being shattered by his Firebrand Staff.

At this point, Dracula realized he was no match for Long Fei.

So he flapped his wings, attempting to ascend and leave the place, planning to return and retaliate once he recovered.

He rapidly turned his body and drew a circle with his spear on the spot.

With a shake of his wings, he soared, attempting to escape from this cursed place.

Long Fei disappeared below, and Dracula thought to himself that with his own speed, this Eastern man could certainly not catch up.

Below, members of the Blood Clan were desperately calling for help. "Prince, save us quickly!"

This was a gigantic black bear that revealed its true form—the size of a small mountain, about five to six times the height of a two-story building.

With a single swipe, it could crush five or six disciples of the Hell Sect into bloody pulp like a car crash.

But under Chu Feng’s spear, it was like a frightened rabbit, its body riddled with bloody holes.

After a howl, Chu Feng’s spear pierced through its nose.

With a loud roar, blood spurted from Titan Toredo’s nose like a fountain, gushing up to ten meters high.

Dracula was already struggling to survive, let alone save anyone.

This black bear was one of the Demonic Beasts that had been beside him, crowned with the Blood Emperor’s blood blessing in the cave.

At this moment, however, it was engulfed by the killing aura emitted from Chu Feng’s Overlord Spear.

Its meridians burst violently, struggling desperately, it tumbled down to the ground with a thud.

Chu Feng looked up at Dracula, unaware of what was happening but ready to strike.

Then suddenly, a figure appeared from the sky, his right foot stomping on Dracula’s back, fiercely swinging the Iron Staff at Dracula’s head.

This move was devoid of any finesse or technique, akin to a commoner smacking a watermelon with a stick.

Dracula struggled frantically, flipping his body in midair, but it was too late; his head was solidly struck by the Iron Staff.

With a loud bang, his head swirled, and his entire body trembled violently.

A tremendous force roamed inside his head and finally burst it open with a loud blast.

Long Fei, standing on his body, smashed down from the sky.

The Prince’s blood splattered below, leaving the entire Blood Clan stunned, their faces filled with disbelief as they watched the scene unfold in the sky.

Their leader, their king of the Blood Clan, had just died like that?