The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1297: Barbecue Azure Dragon

The venue was already crowded, as young disciples from both regions and the Great Xia Country had all gathered here for the opening of Ghost Emperor City’s new palace.

The disciples from Chang’an Academy felt utterly humiliated, as though they had been ruthlessly slapped across the face, yet they could not muster a rebuttal.

Earlier, when the Black Jiao Prince had caused such a commotion, even their Guard Captain could only try to deescalate things with polite words, showing zero backbone in front of him.

Now that they had encountered someone as unyielding as Long Fei, they were beaten so badly their faces were swollen like pig heads, with four or five teeth knocked out.

Someone murmured quietly, "Isn’t this demon chief supposed to be suffering from a Great Dao Injury? Why does he seem perfectly fine now?"

"You don’t know? He just came out of Heavenly Sound Workshop, probably healed by them!"

"Oh my heavens, doesn’t that make him invincible across the land now?"

"Back at Tianzhu Mountain, he killed elders from various sects you know!"

"No matter how formidable he is, I bet he wouldn’t dare to kill Ocean Clan cultivators. Everyone knows Ocean Clan cultivators are the most cohesive. Especially Fangzhang Island’s Flood Demon King—anyone who offends them faces nothing but a dead end."

"I think he’s just posturing, only bullying Chang’an Academy because it’s easier."

Chang’an Academy’s disciples were baffled, turning to glare at the disciple who spoke.

What the hell! Their Chang’an Academy was famed throughout the Capital City, standing shoulder to shoulder with first-rate sects everywhere.

Since when did they become a punching bag for anyone who wanted to provoke them?

Amid the crowd, someone searched for Chang’an Academy’s genius, Yi Qingyun, son of the Prime Minister.

Yi Qingyun was standing at the back, watching the spectacle with geniuses from various sects.

Suddenly being the focus of attention, he looked bewildered.

Someone shouted, "Senior, this person is insulting our Chang’an Academy, aren’t you going to step in?"

Yi Qingyun furrowed his brows and glared at him coldly, wearing an expression that plainly said, ’What does that have to do with me?’

His personal grudge against Long Fei was still unresolved, so of course, he wanted Long Fei dead.

However, right now, Long Fei was clearly teaching the Black Jiao Prince a lesson, which had nothing to do with him.

He thought it best to sit back and watch the tigers clash, rather than entangle himself in this chaos and invite trouble.

The disciples of Chang’an Academy, seeing Yi Qingyun’s refusal to act, murmured in disappointment, saying that Long Fei was right—the backbone of Chang’an Academy was truly spineless.

The Black Jiao Prince retreated a few steps, consuming a pill to regain some vitality before shouting furiously, "Scoundrel! You gained the upper hand for a moment, but do you truly think you’re invincible across the heavens now?"

He raised his hand to summon a scale—golden, palm-sized—with naturally formed patterns that resembled intentionally carved mystic patterns. Suddenly, he tossed it skyward.

The scale grew larger and larger in the air until it became the size of a mountain, pressing down toward Long Fei.

Within the void above, an Azure Dragon Dharma Laksana materialized around the scale, roaring fiercely and shaking the entire Chang’an Academy.

The ears of disciples with weaker cultivation levels ruptured, causing them to clutch them in pain.

Someone cried out, "Could this be the Flood Demon King’s scale?"

"What exactly is the Flood Demon King’s cultivation level, for a single scale to hold such overwhelming power?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"It must be a Divinity Transformation Realm existence; otherwise, such power would be impossible."

"This isn’t just a scale—it embodies the Flood Demon King’s killing intent."

This scale, etched with mystic patterns, resembled talismans from Mount Mao.

The difference being that its vessel was the Flood Demon King’s scale, containing an unimaginable amount of killing intent.

With a single thought, it could decapitate Nascent Soul Realm disciples and pulverize them.

The killing intent gushed forth, cracking all the tiles around Long Fei and threatening to shatter the surroundings completely.

The Black Jiao Prince laughed arrogantly, "Long Fei, you’re far too conceited. I’ve come prepared to kill you. This is a killing intent imbued scale gifted by my foster father, capable of effortlessly annihilating Soul Ascension Stage cultivators. No matter how skilled you are, you’re destined to die today. Once you’re gone, I’ll personally look after your woman."

His gaze drifted over to Wang Xiaoya with an expression that made it clear he felt victorious, as though Long Fei was already defeated.

Meanwhile, the dragon-shaped spirit surrounding the scale grew larger and larger, enveloping the area within a hundred meters.

At this moment, Ji Haotian straightened his back and clasped his hands behind him, laughing to the crowd, "Do you all understand now? This is what happens to those who defy the emperor’s decree. Anyone who opposes my father meets only destruction."

"Killing with just a single strand of intent?"

Long Fei looked up at the golden scale, face-to-face with it, and sneered coldly, "Even if the Flood Demon King himself came today, I would carve a piece of flesh off him!"

For the first time in front of the masses, Long Fei revealed the Dharma Laksanas of the Central Kirin, Eastern Azure Dragon, Western White Tiger, Northern Black Tortoise, and Southern Vermilion Bird.

The appearance of the Five Divine Beasts radiated unrelenting power.

The surrounding winds surged as Long Fei wielded the black iron staff and swung it fiercely at the golden scale.

The killing intent roared across the heavens, while a Dragon Roar seemed to echo in disbelief that a mere ant dared challenge the Flood Demon King’s majesty.

The dragon’s immense power charged down toward Long Fei.

Its razor-sharp claws could effortlessly shred mountain peaks.

Two beams of mysterious light exploded in the sky, blinding like dual suns rising. The surrounding cultivators squinted their eyes instinctively.

The ground rumbled; the void vibrated deeply.

It was as though heaven and earth collided at this moment. The waves of force rippled outward in arcs, crashing fiercely into one another.

Bang,

Bang,

Bang!

The void erupted with deafening blasts and trembled violently.

In the midst of the colossal detonations, fissures seemed to tear across the surroundings and whirlwinds of chaos raged outward like tidal waves.

Witnesses clamored to shield themselves with magical treasures while keeping their distance, watching in awe as Long Fei’s staff clashed with the golden scale.

Billowing killing intent surrounded Long Fei, condensing tightly and contending with the Five Divine Beasts above him.

The collision of their energies sent shockwaves downward, sinking the earth within a hundred-meter radius by three whole meters.

With a resounding bang, an unexpected turn took place in the air.

Long Fei hadn’t succumbed to the killing intent; he had resisted the Flood Demon King’s oppressive aura.

His black iron staff had instead smashed the golden scale into dust, scattering glowing shards across the sky.

The dragon-shaped Dharma Laksana above vanished, along with the Flood Demon King’s killing intent.

"How can this be?!"

"Impossible!"

Black Jiao Prince stared wide-eyed and muttered in disbelief, unable to accept that Long Fei had survived, let alone obliterated the Flood Demon King’s scale.

Realizing his inferiority, he transformed into a black Jiao dragon over ten meters long and leaped into the void, escaping in humiliation.

A figure descended from the sky, stomping onto his head with the weight of Mount Tai.

The Black Jiao Prince’s skull rattled as his body plummeted to the ground, crashing heavily into a three-story dormitory building, pulverizing it completely and sending a cloud of dust billowing upward.

Before anyone could react, Long Fei leaped out from the rubble, swinging the Black Jiao Prince’s tail like a whip and slamming it against the ground.

The earth fractured with a deafening crack.

A fissure over ten meters long split open, splattered with the Black Jiao Prince’s dragon blood.

The observing cultivators swallowed hard, thinking to themselves, "This is a Black Jiao Dragon, yet in Long Fei’s hands, it’s no different from a black loach."

This demon chief was ruthlessly terrifying.

The Black Jiao Prince lay lifeless on the ground like a dead fish, muttering weakly, "You can’t kill me. My foster father is the South Sea Flood Demon King. Killing me means challenging my foster father and the Ocean Clan. If the Ocean Clan cultivators ever come ashore, they will tear you to shreds!"

Long Fei sneered, "A dying loach still dares to spew nonsense here."

He shouted to Chu Feng in the distance, "Brother Chu, get the fire ready. Tonight, I’m roasting Black Jiao Dragon for a bonfire feast!"

"You got it!"

Chu Feng shouted in glee, quickly gathering Wang Jie and others to scavenge the ruins of the demolished dormitory for premium Golden Silk Phoebe, stacking them up on the empty training field.

They muttered as they worked, "Damn, Chang’an Academy really is extravagant. A broken dormitory made with Golden Silk Phoebe? That’s absolutely corrupt. Using this stuff to roast a dragon—we’re really making the best of it."

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