The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 968 - 0968: Those with Wicked Hearts Shall Invite Disaster

Chapter 968: Chapter 0968: Those with Wicked Hearts Shall Invite Disaster

At that moment, a woman in a white dress floated down from mid-air, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

Her long hair danced in the wind, and after she landed, she stood beside Long Fei, leaving the surrounding men utterly spellbound.

Everyone looked at Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya, exchanging glances, unsure where these two experts had come from.

Zhou Heizi felt his body go limp, collapsing to the ground and heaving a sigh of relief.

Had Long Fei not arrived in time, he would have met King Yama by now.

Supported by his brothers behind him, he managed to stand up and hurriedly clasped his fists to thank Long Fei.

Long Fei nodded in response, his expression remarkably calm.

Nangong Jingjing felt a heat in her throat and almost coughed up blood.

Had the mechanical beast left by her ancestors really been trampled to pieces just like that?

She stared at the scattered parts on the ground and cursed through clenched teeth, "Was it you? Why do you have to meddle?"

Long Fei replied indifferently, "It’s nothing, I just couldn’t stand by and do nothing."

Nangong Mu stared at Long Fei, he had known the man was no ordinary person, but he hadn’t expected him to be this formidable.

This was a Mechanism White Tiger Beast left by the ancestors, and it even had a Defense Formation etched onto it.

During the fight, a layer of Gang Qi protected it.

Not even a car could damage this thing, yet Long Fei had shattered it with a single stomp.

His old face filled with resentment as he said unhappily to Long Fei, "So much for standing up to injustice, you dare to bully the Nangong Family!"

Nangong Jingjing cursed shrilly, "Grandfather, why waste words on him? Just kill him."

She signaled to the people behind her, and immediately four burly men came forward, aiming their shotguns at Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya.

Tomb robbers favored using this type of grenade launcher, scattering deadly shrapnel at close range.

The bystanders retreated in terror, fearing that the indiscriminate bullets might harm them as well.

Long Fei, however, chuckled lightly, "Descendants of the Mo Family, is this all you can do?"

Nangong Jingjing snorted softly, "If it can kill you, it’s a good move. It would be your good fortune to die in this ancient tomb."

Zhou Heizi stepped forward bravely, scolding Nangong Jingjing with righteousness, "Come at me if you dare. Why are you taking your anger out on others?"

Nangong Jingjing retorted, "Don’t be in a rush; after killing them, we’ll send you on your way."

She stepped back, signaling the burly men to decisively pull their triggers.

Bang, bang, bang—four shots rang out as the burly men fired almost simultaneously.

Faced with the bullets, Zhou Heizi, terrified, curled up with his head in his hands.

The Mo Family was full of engineers—strong with hands-on skills, but none of them practiced cultivation; they were no different from ordinary people.

Even their Qiankun Bags were specially designed and slightly different from those of the Daoist Sect.

Thousands of iron pellets sprayed out, buzzing past like a swarm of locusts, reverberating in everyone’s ears.

Those around fled far away, thinking the two in front were finished.

They appeared capable of light body martial arts just moments ago, but even that is useless in the face of bullets.

But there the two stood, unmoving before the barrage of bullets, when they should have at least pretended to duck to save their lives.

Perhaps with luck, they could have survived.

Yet that man was still showing off by pointing his finger at the oncoming bullets. They had guns, and he used a finger.

With a thrum, a miracle occurred.

It seemed as if an air barrier had formed in front of the man and woman, blocking all the bullets.

Sweat beaded on Nangong Mu’s forehead as he realized they truly faced a master.

Nangong Jingjing also widened her eyes, shouting at the four disciples, "Senior brothers, fire a few more shots!"

Before she finished speaking, Long Fei extended his hand toward her with a sweep.

The bullets swiftly reversed course, hurtling back towards the four men.

Thud, thud, thud, a series of muffled sounds.

Four people screamed in agony and thumped backward as they fell.

Blood spurted all over their bodies, and their flesh was blurred beyond recognition by the iron pellets, shocking everyone watching.

"You..."

Nangong Jingjing’s body trembled, feeling intense murderous intent for the first time.

Long Fei glared at her and said, "When we first met, you were rude to me. I treated you like a young girl and didn’t argue with you, but I never expected your heart to be so venomous and capricious. Killing you today is your own doing."

"You wouldn’t dare!"

Nangong Jingjing retreated in fear.

Nangong Mu stepped forward, knowing Long Fei was not to be trifled with, and immediately begged for mercy, "Esteemed master, my granddaughter is ignorant. Please spare her life."

Long Fei snorted with a laugh, "Spare her? If we hadn’t been capable just now, we would already be dead under your gunfire. Old man, he who kills must be killed in return!"

He pointed his finger toward Nangong Jingjing, and with a dominant burst of Qi, he struck.

Nangong Jingjing screamed in terror, "Grandfather, save me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a spray of blood burst from her forehead.

The Qi had bypassed Nangong Mu and pierced through Nangong Jingjing’s head.

Her eyes were staring straight at Long Fei, as if believing it was all just an inconsequential game.

Little did she know she was about to die.

With a thump, Nangong Jingjing rolled onto the ground.

Furious, Nangong Mu roared, "You’re looking for death!"

He stepped forward with a tiger move and swung his fist, displaying the cultivation level of an Ancient Martial Arts Master.

With a blast of his fist, a current of Qi stirred up.

Long Fei’s eyes were cold as ice, and with a similar flick of his finger,

Thump, before Nangong Mu could touch him, blood spurted from his forehead and he too rolled onto the ground.

The descendants of the Nangong Clan were so frightened that they yelled and ran as fast as they could.

The remaining group was terrified by Long Fei’s ruthless action. They hadn’t expected him to be so decisive and merciless.

Nangong Jingjing was quite attractive, yet he killed her without hesitation, showing no pity for beauty.

Wang Xiaoya frowned from behind, thinking she had misjudged this man.

His current cultivation had long surpassed ordinary human nature.

To him, these people might be no different from the ants on the ground or the insects in the bushes.

Zhou Heizi was originally planning to cozy up to Long Fei, but now facing this man who could kill with a mere gesture, fear shuddered through his heart. He exchanged a glance with others and fled toward the altar below.

Whether Long Fei was a threat or not, they didn’t want to stay with this dangerous man any longer.

Only Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya remained on the altar.

He looked around, then curiously asked Wang Xiaoya, "Xu Wei didn’t come down?"

Wang Xiaoya shrugged, "No, he’s been standing up there in a trance, no idea what he’s thinking."

Long Fei pondered and reached out to examine the Copper Cauldron.

According to the Queen Bee, there was a restriction here.

Wang Xiaoya’s mother was likely trapped by this restriction.

But as to the exact nature of this restriction, he still couldn’t discern it; it could well be some sort of an Array.

What had been a noisy altar was now quiet, with only Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya left.

Not only did the ill-fated thieves fear Long Fei, but the place also felt desolate, with just a few immovable Copper Cauldrons.

Rather than wasting time on the altar, it was better to search elsewhere.

After they descended from the altar, they searched around the cave.

Long Fei didn’t mind them; strangers they were, and he had only helped casually.

It was a pity for the people of the Nangong Family; Long Fei was indeed interested in their mechanical arts.

If not for their poor character, Long Fei might have spared them.