The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1298: Slaying the Dragon

The disciples of Chang’an Academy were completely speechless, thinking to themselves, "What kind of people are these? Each one of them acts like bandits."

Using someone’s beams to start a fire and then calling them extravagant—this is truly taking advantage and being shameless about it.

Someone shouted at Wang Jie, "Wang Jie, you’re also a disciple of Chang’an Academy! How can you join them in this chaos?"

Wang Jie, thick-skinned as ever, yelled back, "Don’t talk nonsense! I graduated a long time ago, all right?"

He picked up a beam of Golden Silk Phoebe and enthusiastically threw it onto the fire.

A group of disciples couldn’t bear to watch, covering their faces one after another.

Someone cried out, "Where have all the Academy Elders gone? Why is there no one to manage this situation?"

"This is outrageous! This is an academy—how can you simply barbecue here?"

"Gentlemen should keep away from the kitchen. These people are really tarnishing the reputation of our academy."

"Hey, don’t be so quick to judge! This Black Jiao Dragon meat actually smells pretty good!"

"Indeed! We used to avoid provoking the Ocean Clan, fearing that eating dragon meat would lead to retaliation. But who knew? This dragon meat surpasses the fragrance of ginseng and lingzhi!"

"Heavenly dragon meat, earthly donkey meat—they weren’t exaggerating after all!"

"I refuse to believe they can cook dragon meat all the way through."

The group erupted in chatter, drooling as they stared at the bonfire in the center.

Chu Feng wielded his Overlord Spear and skewered Prince Black Jiao Dragon straight through, placing the entire carcass atop the fire.

The dragon’s body, as thick as a water jar and fifteen to sixteen meters long—about the height of a five-story building—was stretched taut. Beneath it, piles of firewood blazed.

The scene was awe-inspiring, as if they were roasting a towering tree, leaving everyone present dumbfounded.

The key issue was that Prince Black Jiao Dragon wasn’t yet dead. Even at his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level, his flesh had long become as tough as steel.

Though his skin and outer flesh emitted a delicious aroma from roasting, his internal organs had been shattered, and he was impaled by the spear. Still, his body retained vitality.

Prince Black Jiao Dragon wailed in pain over the flames, "You bastards! Your lack of morality will bring you divine punishment sooner or later!"

Long Fei knocked him on the head and scolded, "You, a member of the Demon Clan, lecture me about morality? When you bullied my wife, why didn’t you care about morality? Now you realize its value?"

Prince Black Jiao Dragon gritted his teeth and snarled, "Don’t get cocky! My adoptive father will come ashore to kill you sooner or later."

Long Fei snorted with laughter, "I’m not afraid of him coming—I’m afraid he won’t! When the time comes, he’ll end up roasted over the flames just like you."

"Damn you!"

Prince Black Jiao Dragon was speechless, knowing there was no reasoning with such a stubborn man.

Chu Feng turned his Overlord Spear and shouted to Long Fei, "Brother Long, if you don’t kill this guy, his meat won’t cook thoroughly."

Demonic beasts that aren’t dead instinctively release divine substances through their bodies, using bloodline power to resist ordinary fire.

Long Fei rubbed Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s head and sighed, "Look at that—it’s really not easy to eat your meat. I was planning to roast you alive, but now I’ll have to give you a quick death."

Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s body trembled violently. Truly facing death, fear swept over his mind, and he involuntarily urinated from his tail, extinguishing half of the fire beneath him.

Chu Feng’s group immediately dodged, coughing and cursing as the dragon’s urine fumes assaulted them.

Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s tone softened as he pleaded with Long Fei, "Brother, grandfather, spare my life! It’s better to resolve conflicts than deepen them. If you let me go, I’ll speak to my adoptive father on your behalf. From now on, we’ll be brothers, allies! With our Ocean Clan’s help, you’ll undoubtedly reign supreme on the land!"

Long Fei pulled out a Divine Sword, stroking the blade with a faint smile. "I thought you were a man. Turns out you’re just a slippery loach. Do you honestly think there’s room for negotiation at this stage?"

Prince Black Jiao Dragon let out a piercing scream, "Think carefully! If you kill me, you’ll be declared an enemy of the entire Ocean Clan."

"You don’t represent the entire Ocean Clan."

Long Fei sneered, then abruptly raised his sword.

The sword gleamed, flashing with brilliance, as it sliced across Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s neck.

The ground echoed with a muffled sound, a fissure splitting open where the sword struck.

Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s gigantic head thudded to the ground. A dragon-shaped Nascent Soul started to fly out but was swiftly sealed by Long Fei using the Mystic Yellow Pagoda.

The scene fell into a stunned silence. Everyone had assumed Long Fei was merely tormenting Prince Black Jiao Dragon and wouldn’t dare to truly kill him.

Now, Long Fei had decisively beheaded him.

Due to the sharpness of the sword qi, the dragon’s head fell without spilling a single drop of blood.

Someone whispered, "This guy’s done for—the Ocean Clan on Fangzhang Island of the South Sea will definitely butcher him into pieces."

"This demon chief really intends to make enemies of all cultivators, doesn’t he?"

"First he provokes land-based cultivators, now he’s openly antagonizing Ocean Clan cultivators. Does he think he has nine lives or something?"

"..."

The geniuses from Great Xia Country and the extraterritorial cultivators exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

In front of Long Fei, their supposed genius aura utterly dimmed, unable to shine.

To lead is to dare.

Compared to Long Fei, they hesitated too much, falling far short.

But as the saying goes, "The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be destroyed." They were convinced Long Fei’s life was destined to be short-lived.

As night fell, Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s body was finally roasted through after a full day.

Once dead, his flesh lost its divine substances, becoming no different from standard beef, horse, or pork.

If his cultivation level were a few realms higher, reaching the Fusion Realm, his body and Primordial Spirit would fuse as one.

At that point, roasting him would be far more difficult.

Those True Immortal flesh bodies are such—although the person dies, the flesh remains uncorrupted for millennia, with even the blood continuing to emit divine substances.

A single drop of blood could destroy an entire city.

Long Fei and his comrades gathered around the fire, slicing dragon meat and pulling out the finest hundred-year-old Maotai liquor from the outside world, eating and drinking with gusto.

Ji Wanyu and Lin Shanshan joined Chu Feng’s group, laughing and messing around instead of clinging to Long Fei.

Wang Xiaoya stayed with Long Fei. They were self-aware enough not to play the role of third wheels.

A group of spectators among the cultivators drooled, wanting to join in for a taste.

But fearing Ocean Clan retaliation, they decided against it, swallowing their saliva and dispersing.

Some petty-minded individuals, unable to eat themselves, also didn’t want Long Fei and his group to feast and disrupt their focus.

They formed groups of three to five, heading off to complain to the academy’s masters.

Yu Ping and Jiu Ge chomped on dragon meat with satisfaction, their mouths greasy as they muttered, "Bastard, let this teach you to hit us! Bite back at you, you jerk, for bullying us again."

Wang Xiaoya chuckled, "He’s already dead, yet you’re still venting your anger?"

"Not enough! We should’ve killed him ourselves. Just look—this slap mark on my face hasn’t faded yet!"

"This lousy loach only knows how to bully women. Put him in front of the master, and he flops like a fish!"

Their cheeks still stung from being slapped by Prince Black Jiao Dragon earlier, fueling their indignation.

They called Wang Xiaoya "Saintess," and naturally Long Fei was referred to as "Master."

Addressing them this way made them feel closer.

Long Fei didn’t make them flatter him in vain. He pulled out three stalks of Yao Grass, smiling as he handed them to Wang Xiaoya.

Though not fully mature, the grass was extraordinary, with delicate green leaves glowing faintly like moonlight.

The leaves were soft yet carried a hint of resilience, resembling green jade—gleaming and translucent.

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