The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1261: Bid You Farewell

The five old men didn’t waste a word and attacked immediately.

Since Long Fei insisted on courting death, they no longer bothered to put on a pretense.

The white horsetail whisk in Fu Chen’s hand shot out first, sweeping straight toward Long Fei.

Long Fei dodged nimbly and used Spatial Law to keep climbing upward.

The white horsetail whisk missed him, instead striking the mountain wall behind.

The mountain wall, as tough as refined steel, let out a loud "bang" as it got smashed by the whisk, sending fragments flying and creating a large indentation.

The disciples from the various sects exclaimed in awe, "Our Grandmaster is truly formidable!"

"That one strike from the horsetail whisk could reduce that brat to dust."

"Long Fei is definitely doomed!"

Excited, they followed up the climb, eager to witness Long Fei’s death up close.

Murong Chong and his group ascended as well, emboldened by the presence of Ji Ruhai and Jiang Buyi, feeling safeguarded against any covert ambush from elites.

Long Fei charged ahead frenziedly, while the five old men, their faces filled with fury, pursued him hotly.

Their Magic Artifacts were continuously unleashed, causing rocks to explode along the mountain wall.

The longsword in Jian Mu’s hand was particularly intimidating; this was the renowned Bodhi Divine Sword of Mount Shu.

Despite being made of wood, it was crafted from the Bodhi Divine Wood of the Western Regions, naturally imbued with a Buddha’s radiance.

Once unleashed, it roared through the air and was essentially unaffected by the constraints of Earth’s Magnetic Force.

The air behind Long Fei was filled with the thunderous explosions of the Divine Wood Sword’s strikes. Each blow could easily flatten a mountain peak if aimed elsewhere.

Kunlun’s Daoist Fu Chen seemed to have discerned Long Fei’s intentions and taunted him, "Younger generation, this is futile for you. The higher you climb, the greater the constraints. Climbing to three thousand meters will cause you to explode without us even needing to act!"

Long Fei laughed as he sped ahead, "Senior, are you scared? The altitude of five thousand meters sounds perfect—suitable for burying you all."

"You’re courting death!"

The horsetail whisk in Fu Chen’s hand danced like a white dragon, madly sweeping toward Long Fei’s figure.

Climbing at incredible speed, they quickly reached three thousand meters. Where they could once hover in the air, the five elders now had no choice but to land and pursue.

Earth’s Magnetic Force had reached an intensity that no ordinary person could endure. Here, the space seemed to warp and twist.

An ordinary person would be reduced to a blood mist in an instant under this pressure.

Even common refined steel could be twisted into scrap.

The brows of the old men furrowed tightly, surprised that Long Fei ahead remained vigorous and lively.

He even turned around occasionally, laughing mockingly, "Old relics, can’t you keep climbing? Should this younger generation come back down to lend you a hand?"

The five old men trembled in rage, vexed to their core. They, standing at the pinnacle of this world, had never suffered such humiliation.

No matter what, they were determined to kill Long Fei today, even if it exhausted them to death.

If Long Fei escaped right under their eyes, their dignity would be utterly shattered.

And with their own disciples watching below, retreat wasn’t an option.

Daoist Nanshan pulled out Vitality Charms and generously distributed them to the other Daoists so everyone could replenish their Essential Qi.

Daoist Huo Ju brought out Pills and handed one to each person.

He shouted furiously, "This brat’s days are numbered. Beyond two thousand meters more lies the death zone. Only kings among men dare to venture there."

"Exceeding five thousand meters, this brat will inevitably dissolve into a bloody paste!"

"Then we’ll kill him at five thousand meters!"

"..."

The five elders cursed angrily and pressed the pursuit.

At the base of the mountain, a group of disciples followed behind, with some too exhausted to continue, sitting on the side and gasping for breath.

Chu Feng walked over and shouted at one of the disciples, "Fellow cultivator, need some help?"

Recognizing him as an associate of Long Fei, the disciple jumped up in alarm, "What are you doing?"

"Of course, I’m helping you!"

Chu Feng smirked mischievously and slapped him fiercely.

With a resounding crack, the disciple, caught completely off guard, was struck with tremendous force, sent flying off.

At this altitude of three thousand meters, with the overwhelming Earth’s Magnetic Force, he had no way to stabilize himself or activate his spiritual power, spiraling downward like an ordinary person, screaming all the way to the base.

"Not bad at all!"

Wang Jie and his group imitated the move, targeting lone, resting cultivators with hefty slaps.

Eventually, someone in the front discovered their foul play and decided to set up camp on a small plateau, awaiting Chu Feng and his group.

Once Chu Feng and his party reached the plateau, the two groups clashed fiercely.

"Young people these days have such fiery tempers!"

"If we don’t make a move, those old geezers won’t dare to either!"

Ji Ruhai and Jiang Buyi observed discreetly, allowing the fight to proceed.

On this plateau, barely a hundred meters across, nearly a thousand cultivators surrounded and fought against Chu Feng’s group.

Chu Feng’s Overlord Spear roared with a fierce gust, relying on his savage strength to counteract the magnetic force.

The spear hummed low and powerfully, filled with brutal momentum.

Though slower in action compared to movements at lower altitudes, each strike brimmed with feral intensity.

Whenever he made contact, opponents were instantly splattered with blood and flesh.

Wang Xiaoya, crowned with the Chaos Green Lotus, shielded everyone from incoming Sword Qi.

The rest used the lotus’ protection as a shield, focusing entirely on the slaughter ahead.

The battle was desperately one-sided; they killed without resistance, while their enemies’ Sword Qi was wholly deflected by the Chaos Green Lotus.

Most of the opponents relied on Magical Treasures forged from refined metals, which were nearly useless at this altitude.

However, Wang Xiaoya’s Chaos Green Lotus was a naturally crafted phenomenon, providing absolute defense against cultivators of the same level.

A disciple, bloodlusted, foolishly attempted to seize the Chaos Green Lotus atop Wang Xiaoya’s head.

He used a Life-Substitute Charm, forcefully breaking the outer defenses and sacrificing his life once to seize the lotus.

But Wang Xiaoya wielded a weapon flashing with red light.

Her Vermilion Bird Sword flared up, unleashing Sword Qi imbued with scorching heat, instantly reducing the cultivator to ash.

Nearby opponents were stunned mid-battle, astonished by Wang Xiaoya’s defense and offensive prowess.

Some had intended to ambush her, aiming to eliminate her first before the others, but now they abandoned such thoughts entirely.

Choosing self-preservation, they quietly slipped away, awaiting the elders’ return before attempting anything further.

At five thousand meters, the mountain’s summit subjected everyone to intense gravitational pressure caused by Earth’s Magnetic Force.

Traversing here felt like walking underwater.

Even the five elders at the Soul Ascension Stage struggled under the multiplied pressure.

Their skin felt battered by the dense spatial force, as though it were being compressed and torn apart.

Long Fei experienced the same conditions, but his thick skin and sturdy frame seemed only strengthened by the pressure.

The immense force even acted as a unique form of tempering.

It felt akin to refined steel being hammered repeatedly, purging impurities from his body.

He’d experienced something similar in the Phoenix Nest before.

The heat of fiery magma vaporized the impurities in his body.

Now, the spatial compression honed his flesh to be even tougher.

Long Fei believed he could ascend another five thousand meters, reaching the legendary heights once attained by Human Emperor Yu.

But for now, he stopped.

At five thousand meters, it was time to settle matters.

He chose a prime location resembling the plateau from earlier, with a cascading waterfall rushing down the slope.

The waterfall’s origin seemed unreachable, as though it truly descended from the heavens.

Even at five thousand meters, the peak remained obscured out of view.

The elders below, breathless and exhausted, sighed in relief when they saw him halt.

With mocking eyes, one sneered, "Brat, why’d you stop climbing? If you have the guts, keep going!"

Long Fei grinned, "Honored seniors, this spot is perfect for a farewell ceremony. If I keep climbing, I fear you might not keep up."

The five elders narrowed their brows, feeling uneasy seeing his confident smile. It seemed as though victory was firmly within his grasp.

They had assumed that by cornering Long Fei to this altitude, he’d be torn apart by the magnetic force.

Unexpectedly, not only was this brat unscathed, he even remained as lively as ever.

This dashed their hopes and stirred doubts about their judgment.

If Long Fei truly intended to climb even higher, they were beginning to consider giving up the chase.

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