The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1259: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the bodies on the mountain dyed the slope crimson, pooling and flowing downward through the river path that was once a waterfall.

These were the blood of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, packed with divine substances. Blood Qi soared to the heavens, shocking the cultivators watching from the foot of the mountain, who cried out in alarm.

Someone pointed at the blood waterfall and shouted, "Look! Whose blood is this? How could there be so much?"

"What’s going on up there? Has the Consort Prince been killed yet?"

"Doesn’t look like the Consort Prince’s blood. This blood waterfall is way too massive!"

"What do you know? The Consort Prince is tall and strong, with abundant blood. It’s normal for this much to flow out."

"Ordinary people’s Blood Qi is weak. A cultivator’s blood may look scarce, but once released, it surges sky-high!"

"..."

A group of people chattered incessantly, unable to make out what was happening above.

A handful of them squeezed through the crowd, anxious to head up and help, but the number of onlookers on the mountain was too overwhelming, leaving them no choice but to climb up the cliffs on the side.

As cultivators, being unable to fly in this place was unbearably frustrating.

On the slope over two thousand meters high, Long Fei was surrounded by a swarm of cultivators, his figure completely obscured.

Over a thousand cultivators had already fallen, their bodies shredded into pieces and strewn across the ground, painting a gruesome and horrifying scene.

A Mount Mao disciple hurled a Five Thunder Heaven Extermination Talisman and barked, "Thunder of the heavens and earth, slay the vile demon! By the order of law!"

Crack!

Crack!

Golden light slashed down as five bolts of thunder erupted in the air, crashing fiercely over Long Fei’s head.

This group, consumed by bloodlust, didn’t care that there were others around Long Fei, directly employing talismans of Soul Ascension Stage level.

At this cultivation level, Long Fei’s spatial law could not evade the attack.

Taking the strike head-on, he and everyone within ten meters were enveloped in the descending thunder.

Boom,

Boom,

Boom!

Amid a series of explosions, the cultivators around him, unable to withstand talismans of such high cultivation level, were instantly reduced to ashes.

Long Fei emerged unscathed, though his hair stood upright, his skin charred and cracked, leaking golden blood.

He bared his teeth at the Mount Mao disciple with a cold smile. "The power of your thunder is lacking."

His fury erupted, turning onto the disciple as he invoked spatial law, flashing before him.

The Azure Dragon’s power roared, and with one strike, he shredded the disciple to pieces.

The cultivators around the disciple weren’t spared either. Long Fei’s Azure Dragon coiled around him while his black iron staff crushed their magical treasures into fragments before his counterfeit Xuanyuan Sword slashed forth.

Thud, thud, thud—a series of muffled impacts.

Severed limbs and flesh flew wildly, splattering across his Ice Silkworm Robe, staining it bright red.

A Dragon-Tiger Mountain disciple cursed loudly, "Demon Chief! Your arrogance will end now!"

The disciple threw out Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s prized treasure—the Dragon-Tiger Seal.

These items were mass-produced by Dragon-Tiger Mountain. Their material and Mystic Pattern varied due to the cultivator’s level and inheritance, resulting in differing powers.

However, the Dragon-Tiger Seal this disciple threw was a genuine Earth Immortal magical treasure.

It was originally left by an ancestor of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, its mana already nearing True Immortal level.

As the Dragon-Tiger Seal emerged, it resisted the interference of geomagnetic forces, soaring high while a dragon and tiger leapt out, divine beasts roaring and coiling, exuding mountain-like pressure as they crashed heavily toward Long Fei.

The surrounding cultivators scrambled backward in fear, worried they might be crushed by this artifact.

"A fine treasure!"

Long Fei exclaimed lightly, summoning his True Immortal magical treasure—the Primordial Unity Gold Cauldron. A beam of Mysterious Light shot forth, directly striking the Dragon-Tiger Seal and engulfing it.

The Dragon-Tiger Mountain disciple cried out in alarm, "My magical treasure!"

He attempted to use his spiritual power to reconnect with the artifact, only to find that the nearly True Immortal-level Dragon-Tiger Seal had completely severed its connection to him.

"Now it’s mine!"

Long Fei sneered, unleashing a sword strike that, with the Azure Dragon’s power, instantly shredded the disciple on the spot.

The cultivators present roared in frustration, "We’ve been tricked! This place works against us! Retreat down the mountain now!"

Having lost more than half their forces, the cultivators finally realized that fighting Long Fei here was a grave mistake.

Unable to wield spiritual power, these spirit-oriented cultivators were practically fighting handicapped.

The more timid cultivators started withdrawing from the scene, but no sooner had they jumped a few steps down the mountain—

—when someone suddenly ascended from below, wielding a black spear that skewered the fleeing cultivators in a single thrust.

Those attempting to descend turned back in panic, shouting, "The Demon Chief’s reinforcements are here! Stop them quickly!"

Chu Feng held the spear, charging ahead, leaping onto the slope first.

Wang Xiaoya’s group followed closely behind. Upon seeing the battlefield, their hearts skipped in shock.

The slope was covered with corpses.

Blood Qi streamed downward, forming a crimson waterfall.

Chu Feng let out a long cry, "With a spectacle this grand, how could you not invite us?"

Long Fei swung his sword, disintegrating a cultivator before him into a mist of blood, grinning at him. "I alone suffice. You need not take risks."

"Damn it, you selfish bastard."

Chu Feng swept his spear, piercing a cultivator ahead and dragging him toward Long Fei.

With a loud impact, his spear rolled forward.

The cultivator issued one last mournful howl before his body collapsed, bursting into a rain of blood showering the sky.

Fighting in this place suited Chu Feng’s tastes perfectly.

When it came to physical strength, he respected only Long Fei, dismissing anyone else entirely.

Wang Jie’s group swung their long swords, slashing in arcs that felled a wave, advancing to aid Chu Feng and Long Fei.

The remaining cultivators—over a thousand—nervously encircled their group.

Someone shouted, "Quickly summon the Supreme Elder to slay this demon!"

"Since you’ve come seeking death, I will grant your wish!"

"Supreme Elder! Act immediately!"

"..."

They knew that without the Supreme Elder’s intervention, defeat today was unavoidable.

Long Fei’s divine sense swept across the battlefield. What he feared most had finally arrived.

A suffocating pressure descended from above.

Long Fei and his companions were anchored by geomagnetic forces, unable to take flight.

The opposition, however, moved freely as if walking on flat ground, their white robes flowing. One by one, they landed.

These figures had evidently been observing the fight from above all along.

In an instant, five elderly men with snowy-white hair stood before Long Fei’s group.

From different sects, they seemed reluctant to reveal themselves earlier, hiding in secret. Now facing each other, they exchanged polite nods.

The disciples of their sects knelt in unison behind them, bowing deeply, creating a sea of submission on the battlefield.

The elders ignored them entirely, their cold gazes fixed on Long Fei. "Who would’ve thought that after a thousand years of seclusion, such a vicious Demon Chief would emerge in this world."

"This junior possesses exceptional talent, alas, he has strayed onto a wicked path."

"Today, we join forces to extinguish this genius. It is a righteous act, beyond reproach."

"The Heavenly Dao bears witness—it shall be so!"

They first offered themselves moral consolation, staking claims to the moral high ground.

Each wore kind and benevolent expressions, though their hearts were colder than iron.

Living for over a thousand years, these monsters had long abandoned human sentiment, acting now as mere puppets of the Heavenly Dao wandering the Human Realm.

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