The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1367: Grassland Demon Cave

Lin Yingying figured out that Long Fei wasn’t going to the Secret Realm, but had come over to compete for attention with some other guy.

How old do you have to be to act like this?

She shook her head with a small laugh, pulling Su Yiyi, the Little Kirin, and Lin Shanshan to the side to watch the fun.

Zhang Fan furrowed his brows, staring at Long Fei in complete surprise.

He raised his hand, signaling the others to quickly help their downed brother to the hospital for treatment.

Someone shouted, "Boss, let us help you."

Zhang Fan shook his head, telling them to leave.

The group of high school students, frightened by Long Fei’s ruthless display, quickly scattered, not daring to provoke him further.

Zhang Fan clenched his fist, glaring at Long Fei with a sneer, "Seems I misjudged you. You’re not a mere mortal."

"Neither are you."

Long Fei distanced himself, finding an empty spot behind the gymnasium.

In the freezing cold, they were the only ones there.

Zhang Fan glanced toward the surveillance camera on the nearby utility pole, and with a bang, it exploded.

Lin Yingying and the others were taken aback, not expecting Zhang Fan to have such abilities.

Especially Su Yiyi, who stared wide-eyed and shouted at Zhang Fan, "Who exactly are you? Why do you keep giving me trouble?"

Zhang Fan smirked, "Don’t worry, you’ll soon find out who I am. I don’t specifically target you, I target the beauties. Women of the Human Race should only belong to the strong."

He suddenly stomped hard, his body flashed, and he threw a punch at Long Fei.

His speed was incredibly fast, leaving only a shadow in front of Lin Yingying and the others.

Bang, the two exchanged punches.

Long Fei’s palm blocked Zhang Fan’s fist, halting its force abruptly. The ground cracked with a bang, sinking an inch in all directions.

"Whoa!"

"Who the heck is he?"

Lin Shanshan and Lin Yingying simultaneously raised their brows, astonished and surprised that a high school student could hide such power.

Zhang Fan didn’t expect Long Fei to take his punch without moving an inch.

He swiftly tried to pull back his fist.

But Long Fei’s hand was already clasped around his wrist, and a tremendous force surged up Zhang Fan’s arm, about to invade his organs.

Zhang Fan raised his hand, slicing off his own arm with a crack, then rapidly retreated.

His decisive and ruthless action turned the faces of the three girls as white as a sheet.

Long Fei frowned, a flame igniting from his hand, suddenly turning Zhang Fan’s arm into ashes.

He glared at Zhang Fan, coldly saying, "Demonic Bloodline?"

Zhang Fan, wielding his knife with one hand, swallowed a red gemstone-like object, and his arm regenerated. He cursed darkly, "Very good. In all my years of fighting, you’re the first opponent worthy of my efforts."

Suddenly, two black wings sprouted from his back.

Sharp claws adorned them, resembling bat wings.

Long Fei was taken aback, surprised that these wings were similar to Leng Shuangning’s, but the aura was even stronger.

Yet his body remained in human form, indicating his control over his bloodline was superior to Leng Shuangning’s.

This Zhang Fan was indeed extraordinary.

He flashed a black light and soared into the air, leaving a call, "If you dare, come kill me!"

Long Fei told Lin Yingying to take care of Su Yiyi and Lin Shanshan, then took to the sky, closely chasing after Zhang Fan.

He intended to use his powers of vision, which could catch up with Zhang Fan in a single step.

However, he wanted to see what tricks this kid had up his sleeve, so he continued to follow Zhang Fan, sweeping over the city, flying toward the northwest towards the plains.

In the night sky, the cold wind howled.

The plains were pitch black without lights as seen from above.

Both were breaking the sound barrier with their speed, causing a whooshing sound in the night sky.

Zhang Fan suddenly shifted forward, descending and disappearing upon landing.

Long Fei followed down, expanding his Divine Sense in every direction.

The winter plains were desolate.

Not far away was a hill over a hundred meters high, covered in a layer of snow, shimmering with a cold silver light under the moonlight.

Long Fei stepped toward the hill, his footsteps brushing against the dry grass, creating a rustling sound.

With a sharp screech, numerous winged black humanoid monsters flew down from the hill.

In no time, a thousand of these creatures flapped their wings and descended.

They were all humanoid with wings on their backs.

More powerful than Demonizers, yet not quite true Demon Race.

Zhang Fan was among them, standing at the forefront.

A humanoid figure two meters tall, with thick muscles and pitch-black skin, horns atop their heads.

"Owwoo!"

With a roar, all the creatures clenched their fists, baring sharp teeth at Long Fei.

Zhang Fan laughed triumphantly, "Human, you truly have nerves following me all this way. I was afraid you’d leave, spoiling tonight’s dinner."

"Does being a dog for the Demon Race give you a sense of superiority?"

Long Fei snorted, uttering words that made all the creatures’ eyes turn red, roaring, "Bastard, what did you say?"

"Such arrogance, you’re truly courting death."

"We are pureblood descendants of the Demon Race, incomparable to those mixed-blood descendants."

They clenched their fists, cursing, wishing to devour Long Fei whole.

Zhang Fan wielded a large azure knife, shouting with the other Demon Children, "Stop wasting words with this human. As someone from the Daoist Sect, he’ll surely be an obstacle to our future conquest of both realms. Kill him!"

The other Demon Children raised their hands, all drawing large azure knives.

Their weapons, indeed superior to those of mixed-blood descendants, their blades were Demon Race’s armaments.

Long knives refined from the Azure Divine Bloodstone.

One Demon Child laughed coldly at Zhang Fan, "Zhang Fan, have you stayed in the Human Race’s schools for too long that your backbone softened? Is dealing with a human something our brothers should jointly handle?"

"Arhat, don’t go too far."

Zhang Fan snorted.

Arhat laughed disdainfully, "Too far? I, alone, will duel this human and show you all who the true Demon Child is."

Standing two meters thirty-four tall, wielding a knife a meter five long, he grinned at Long Fei, "Human, your grandfather alone is enough to deal with you."

Long Fei calmly extended his hand, pointing at him, "Bring it on!"

Arhat cursed, "Kid, you’re still not convinced!"

He swiftly rotated his knife, enveloping everything in an azure glow, fiercely slashing horizontally at Long Fei.

The dry grass on the ground disintegrated into dust under the knife’s aura.

The blade was so sharp it could split boulders in two.

The other Demon Children watched leisurely from the side, some even betting that Arhat could take care of this human with one move.

They chatted excitedly, not yet finishing their words.

Long Fei’s silhouette flickered, using a mysterious movement technique to evade Arhat’s blade beam, and punched him directly in the center of the forehead.

With a bang, Arhat’s head exploded like a watermelon, spraying foul black blood into the air.

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