The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1312: Offer Your Blood as a Sacrifice to My Spirit

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1312: Offer Your Blood as a Sacrifice to My Spirit

The trio behind, Divine Child Fengchi and the others, were amused watching the scene unfold. They hadn’t expected this Dragon Son to be such a clown, throwing out a magical treasure straight away.

Ao Cheng had never fought Long Fei before and had no idea what tricks Long Fei had up his sleeve.

The three didn’t bother to warn Ao Cheng, instead watching gleefully from the sidelines, waiting for Long Fei to make a move.

Feeling incredibly confident, Ao Cheng flicked his head back, sweeping his long hair, then roared at the four corners, "Killing you would be like squashing an ant!"

He activated the Rainbow Coral Reef, sending it crashing down with a rumble, but before it could even reach Long Fei’s head, Long Fei casually tossed out a magical treasure.

A flash of mysterious light emanated from it—it looked like a pocket—and it directly swallowed the Rainbow Coral Reef whole.

Ao Cheng hadn’t even registered what happened before Long Fei moved, delivering a punch straight at his face.

Startled, Ao Cheng tried to dodge in a fluster but still took the punch squarely to his face.

With a loud bang, his vision went blurry and his body floated backward like a kite caught in the wind.

Long Fei arced through the air and stomped down with his foot.

With a crunch, Ao Cheng’s ribs shattered as he spat fresh blood, pinned under Long Fei’s foot atop the cauldron lid.

"What the hell!"

"That was way too easy!"

"Is the fight over already?"

The surrounding crowd was stunned, expecting to witness an epic battle.

Instead, in just two moves, Ao Cheng was lying on the ground coughing up blood.

His eyes burned with indignation as he glared at Long Fei, cursing in disbelief, "You damned thief, how is this possible?"

Long Fei sneered dismissively, "With such pathetic skills, you dare to show off?"

"I’ll kill you."

Furious, Ao Cheng yelled. Never in his life had anyone dared to step on him and speak this way.

His face flushed red as his body instantly transformed into a massive golden jiao dragon, more than ten meters long.

The dragon head bent upward, suddenly releasing a mouthful of flames.

The Azure Dragon True Fire burned fiercely in all directions.

The three behind, Divine Child Fengchi and the others, recoiled from the heat as waves of scorching air hit their faces. Seeing Long Fei engulfed by the flames, they assumed he’d either die a horrible death or suffer grave injuries.

But then, the flames abruptly condensed into a stream, wildly surging into a gourd.

Crane Cry from Feather King Star cried out, "Big Brother Fengchi, isn’t that the Red Flame Gourd from Divine King Star?"

Fengchi’s face darkened. He had recognized the gourd earlier, assuming it existed only on Divine King Star. Who would have thought Long Fei would also possess one?

The flames Ao Cheng spat were gulped down by the gourd in one go, leaving Ao Cheng stunned and nearly vomiting blood.

His Azure Dragon True Fire, capable of melting meteorite iron, was helpless against this tiny gourd.

Above Long Fei’s head, a Sixteen-Foot Dharma Laksana appeared, its massive hand swinging down heavily onto Ao Cheng.

In the void, the Space Law trembled.

Ao Cheng’s enormous dragon body suddenly lunged upward, raising his sharp claws to tear through the confinement, roaring from his maw, "You think you can trap me?"

Who would have thought the Space Law was like a swamp?

The harder he struggled, the tighter the confinement became. In the end, Ao Cheng was completely immobilized, seized by an enormous handprint in the void as if he was a slippery mudfish caught in a palm.

Desperately, Ao Cheng resisted, shouting frantically at Fengchi and the others, "Dao brothers, aren’t you going to act? What are you waiting for?"

Fengchi and the others smirked coldly. They had intended to cooperate with him earlier, but Ao Cheng had refused.

Now, at this critical moment, he had the audacity to ask for help.

Yet, concerned about appearances, they feigned loyalty and shouted at Long Fei, "Demon Chief, don’t go too far! Ao Cheng is the son of the South Sea Flood Demon King. If you kill him, the Demon King will tear you to shreds!"

"If you dare touch him, we’ll fight you to the end!"

"Demon Chief, don’t make an irreversible mistake!"

Despite their threats, none of them moved a finger, which left Ao Cheng infuriated, yelling, "Fellow Daoists, whoever kills this Demon Chief, the South Sea will reward you handsomely. Stop wasting your breath!"

"Let’s see who dares to save you!"

Long Fei raised his hand, summoning a three-foot longsword.

The sword appeared unremarkable, plain steel with cold glimmers and sharp edges, bearing faintly visible forging patterns.

In the mundane realm, it could be considered a decent weapon.

Someone shouted, "Isn’t that the counterfeit Xuanyuan Sword?"

"Exactly, that’s the sword. A simple steel blade, nothing of significance. The Demon Chief bought it for a thousand spirit stones back then."

"So he relies on that useless sword?"

"This sword can’t even split rock, let alone pierce the body of a Dragon Clan member."

"What is the Demon Chief trying to do with it?"

The crowd erupted in discussion, all eyes fixed on the worn sword in Long Fei’s hands.

Long Fei suddenly raised the sword, its blue-white gleam carving through the air, slashing toward Ao Cheng’s neck.

With a gurgle, Ao Cheng’s golden dragon head separated from his body mid-air, blood spurting wildly as the neck was severed clean.

The sword, soaked in Dragon Blood, seemed to come alive, vibrating with Spiritual Energy as its aura spread far and wide.

The crowd fell silent, their faces frozen in shock.

Staring with wide eyes, they were dumbfounded, wondering if this sword was truly a magical treasure.

Of course, the sword wasn’t a magical treasure; instead, Long Fei had infused it with the power of the Azure Dragon and White Tiger.

The Azure Dragon governed strength; the White Tiger governed killing.

The dual forces of the two Dharma Laksanas imbued the sword with enough power to decapitate Ao Cheng in one strike.

Ao Cheng’s Dragon Blood spilled onto the cauldron lid, sizzling as a white mist rose from it.

A golden light flew out of his Divine Sea, attempting to escape, but was swiftly captured by Long Fei using the Mystic Yellow Pagoda.

Long Fei focused briefly on the cauldron beneath his feet, observing carefully.

During his earlier battle with Yuan Wudao, he had noticed the cauldron exhibiting peculiar changes.

This time, he deliberately used an ordinary sword to slaughter Ao Cheng, allowing the Dragon Blood to flow freely.

It turned out as he had expected—half of the blood evaporated while the other half seeped through the cauldron lid, absorbed by the entity inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The cauldron shook violently as if something within was trying to break out.

The three atop the cauldron, Divine Child Fengchi and the others, were horrified.

Moments ago, they had intended to go all out against Long Fei. Now, all desire for battle had evaporated.

They knew that this pill furnace had been refining beneath the volcano for over 100,000 years.

Whatever lay inside had defied refinement even now; its power was unimaginable.

Should it escape, they would all be doomed.

Long Fei swiftly collected Ao Cheng’s corpse, startling Fengchi and his companions.

They shouted at him, "Don’t act recklessly! If you release what’s underneath, you’ll be the greatest sinner of this world!"

"I agree; let’s temporarily call for a truce. What do you think?"

Yu Kun from Feather King Star cried out as well.

Only Ying Wuque from Corpse King Star remained defiant, frustrated that none of their efforts had been able to kill the Demon Chief despite Long Fei’s reduced cultivation level.

If they missed this opportunity, there would be no hope later.

Long Fei turned toward Ying Wuque and sneered, "You’ve got a problem?"

Choking down his anger, Ying Wuque said nothing.

Once, anyone speaking to him in such a manner would have faced death at his hands.

The surrounding cultivators burst into commotion, oblivious to the cauldron’s turmoil.

They laughed at Ying Wuque’s capitulation, mocking the extraterritorial cultivator, saying even a royal figure like him couldn’t muster a response when challenged.

Ying Wuque’s face turned black as he fiddled with his storage ring, preparing to deploy his ultimate magical treasure against Long Fei.

Just then, from below the cauldron, a surge of blood qi erupted through the exhaust vent, accompanied by a thunderous roar, "With thy blood shall I awaken my spirit."

The blood qi took on a humanoid form in the air.

The voice reverberated across the secret world, while the surrounding Blood Sea bubbled and churned furiously.

One after another, blood entities sprang up, rushing from the Blood Sea toward the mountain.

Long Fei saw clearly that the blood qi consisted of the fresh blood of Ao Cheng, the Third Crown Prince, and Yuan Wudao. Infused with the cauldron’s spiritual intelligence, it had transformed into an extraordinarily powerful Blood Spirit.

The entity within the cauldron was terrifying beyond imagination, its strength incomprehensible.

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