The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1262: Getting Hit Sneakily

When two armies confront each other, they adhere to the principles of timing, geographical advantage, and human harmony.

The same is true for battles between cultivators.

Here, the geographical advantage clearly does not favor the five old men.

They recognized this, but still harbored some arrogance, believing that if they were at a disadvantage, Long Fei would certainly be worse off.

After all, no matter how much trouble Long Fei caused, he was still a major realm behind them.

Jian Mu glared at Long Fei and shouted coldly, "You little thief, there’s no need to bluff here. If you’re smart, jump off the cliff yourself for a quick death, and spare us the trouble of acting."

Daoist Huo Ju interjected anxiously, "That’s not acceptable! This kid has many magical treasures on him, including the Copper Coconut Divine Wood Sword from your Mount Shu. We can’t let him die so easily."

Kunlun Fu Chenzi added, "Indeed. My disciples have mentioned that this boy possesses True Immortal-level magical artifacts and Tier-6 Pills. Before killing him, we must first acquire these treasures."

The five of them had come here with different intentions.

Jian Mu’s sole purpose was to kill Long Fei as vengeance for Mount Shu.

The others also sought revenge, but their greater desire was for the treasures.

Facing them, Long Fei erupted in laughter, "I called you old tree bark, and you got offended. Look at yourselves! You’ve lived for so many years, using up countless resources to reach this level of cultivation. Instead of retreating to the mountains for introspection or serving the nation, humanity, or the Human Race, you show up here trying to steal a young man’s treasures. If word of this gets out, aren’t you ashamed?"

His words caused all five of them to flush red with embarrassment.

Fu Chenzi roared angrily, "You insolent brat, how we act is none of your business!"

The Three Thousand Silks of Floating Dust in his hands extended suddenly, transforming into what seemed like a soft sword that thrust straight towards Long Fei.

Jian Mu from Mount Shu wielded the Bodhi Divine Wood Sword, while Daoist Huo Ju from Mount Wudang simultaneously launched attacks from either side.

Daoist Huo Ju’s magical artifact was rather unique—a segment of black, flexible whip.

He wasn’t of the Human Race but had cultivated into a Divine Beast—the Flame Steed.

Initially, he was the steed of the Wudang Ancestor, and after the ancestor ascended, he remained at Mount Wudang to cultivate.

Over a thousand years ago, he had already broken through to the Soul Ascension Stage.

However, due to the suppression caused by heaven and earth, he had remained in seclusion until now. freewёbnoνel.com

Now, with changing worldly circumstances, he emerged to avenge Wudang.

This flexible whip was no inferior to Kunlun Fu Chenzi’s horsetail whisk. As it lashed out with a ferocious momentum, it cracked sharply, stirring up gusts of wind.

If it were used elsewhere, the whip’s vibrations alone could smash nearby mountains into dust.

Daoist Nanshan and Northern Foothills Daoist from Mount Mao didn’t remain idle. They simultaneously controlled three long swords which flew through the air, aiming straight at Long Fei from above.

The three swords shimmered with mysterious light, clearly extraordinary artifacts.

They even emanated True Immortal Qi, comparable to the magical treasures wielded by the others, all of Human Immortal-level quality.

This suite of swords was none other than the Three Mao True Lord’s Sword, left behind by the Mount Mao Ancestor.

Although not authentic True Immortal swords, their power was remarkable, causing whirlwinds wherever they emerged.

With their attacks from four directions sealing off Long Fei’s escape, their spiritual power surged like waves, requiring at least ten times the usual energy consumption at this location.

Their goal was to kill Long Fei in one move, erasing future troubles.

Their simultaneous strikes were so fast that others wouldn’t even have a chance to evade.

Long Fei wasn’t afraid of their use of magical treasures—what he feared was if they didn’t use them at all.

As the Three Mao True Lord’s Sword above him descended, he rushed towards it, evading the attacks from beneath—the horsetail whisk, flexible whip, and Bodhi Divine Wood Sword. Raising his hand, he summoned a magical artifact resembling a copper cauldron, releasing a mysterious light that swiftly absorbed the Three Mao True Lord’s Sword.

This was no ordinary object; it was the Primordial Unity Gold Cauldron—a True Immortal-level magical treasure capable of capturing any items below True Immortal artifacts effortlessly.

Daoist Nanshan and Northern Foothills Daoist were stunned, never expecting Long Fei to be bold enough to face their powerful Divine Swords head-on.

In angry disbelief, they shouted, "Do you think you can hold onto it?"

Their spiritual power surged wildly as they tried to summon the Three Mao True Lord’s Sword back.

Yet, the magical treasure seemed as if it were insulated against their efforts, showing no response whatsoever.

Long Fei smirked, vanishing into the void, only to reappear behind the two, striking them with his staff.

The two were Soul Ascension Stage cultivators, and though suppressed here, their cultivation levels remained intact.

They simultaneously struck out with palm attacks, colliding sharply with Long Fei’s staff.

Electric arcs danced, as colossal Thunder Elemental Force traveled through the Black Iron Staff, wreaking havoc on Long Fei’s body.

With a loud crack, Long Fei’s arm fractured.

Nevertheless, the backlash from his staff’s overwhelming force found weaknesses in their frail flesh, detonating fiercely.

No matter how refined their cultivation, unless they had perfected their physical bodies, the peculiar staff always found vulnerabilities to exploit.

Daoist Nanshan’s nose burst open; Northern Foothills Daoist’s eye cracked, splattering their blood into the air.

Their agonized screams filled the space as they scrambled backward towards the other three for support.

Meanwhile, the other three continued their own attacks on Long Fei with magical treasures but were effortlessly evaded by him through Spatial Law manipulation.

Enhanced by the Earth’s Magnetic Force, Long Fei became increasingly attuned to the unique rules of this region.

While not entirely at ease, he moved with far greater fluency than the five old men.

If not for the magnetic pull of this place limiting them, the five venerable cultivators wouldn’t have been so clumsy in their engagement with Long Fei. Their mere Nascent Soul Realm auras would have crushed him flat.

Taking heed of Daoist Nanshan and Northern Foothills Daoist’s misfortunes, the remaining three tightened their grip on their magical treasures, fearing they’d also be snatched by Long Fei’s strange golden cauldron.

Daoist Nanshan and Northern Foothills Daoist cursed furiously, "You thief! Return our treasures at once!"

Their magical items were cherished artifacts of Mount Mao.

With Long Fei now in possession of them, their anxiety was palpable.

Long Fei burst into laughter, "Shameless old fools! If you’ve got the skills, come and take it yourselves. Since when do you beg your enemy for something?"

"You’ll pay for this!"

Fuming, they unleashed talismans imbued with Mount Mao thunder techniques, casting a thunderstorm of attacks against Long Fei.

Talisman techniques of the Soul Ascension Stage carried formidable power.

Long Fei didn’t confront them head-on, instead avoiding them by relying on Spatial Law.

Here, the suppression on Soul Ascension Stage spiritual power denied its ability to lock onto him, allowing him to evade effortlessly.

The talismans exploded midair, releasing deafening booms, scattering torrents of lightning everywhere.

The golden flashes illuminated the vicinity so brightly it stung the eyes.

Long Fei, however, suddenly appeared behind them, swinging the Black Iron Staff fiercely at Daoist Nanshan’s head.

Daoist Nanshan’s cultivation allowed him to sense danger from behind, swiftly erecting a protective Eight Trigrams barrier.

With a resounding crash, the Black Iron Staff pierced through the Eight Trigrams shield, landing a heavy blow on Daoist Nanshan’s body.

His Divine Sea churned violently as if trampled by a wild beast.

The spiritual suppression of this place frustrated his ability to unleash his full force.

The strike caused blood to spurt from his mouth, his internal organs quaking in disarray.

What was supposed to be their hunt for Long Fei had turned them into the prey.

Thriving on the environmental advantages, Long Fei’s mastery of Spatial Law let him move effortlessly behind them, soon delivering another crushing blow to Northern Foothills Daoist.

Already crippled in eyesight and divine sense, Northern Foothills Daoist suffered a brutal follow-up strike, internal force surging through his organs until he too spewed blood.

Acting too swiftly, Jian Mu from Mount Shu, Kunlun Fu Chenzi, and Daoist Huo Ju from Mount Wudang couldn’t coordinate timely defenses.

Daoist Nanshan and Northern Foothills Daoist were nearly losing consciousness. Out of all their combatants, Long Fei targeted them relentlessly, beating them into a miserable state.

In their frustration, they shouted, "You wretch! If you’ve got guts, face us head-on! Stop sneaking around like a coward!"

Long Fei’s silhouette reappeared several meters away from them, his lips curling with a mocking grin. "Alright, fine! I’ll give you fools a chance. I’ll stand right here; come and hit me if you can."

"Arrogant to the extreme! You deserve to die!"

Daoist Huo Ju, stewing in pent-up anger, snorted black smoke from his nose. He retrieved a tobacco pouch, shimmering with Human Immortal light, and his figure flashed as he swung it at Long Fei.

The pouch expanded rapidly, growing to the size of a man, as if intending to trap Long Fei inside.

Standing still, Long Fei waited until the artifact approached, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister smile.

With a flick of his hand, an ancient painting unfurled from the ground, releasing a stream of mysterious light that engulfed Daoist Huo Ju and his artifact completely.

This ancient painting was none other than the Mountains and Rivers Map.

Visit freewe𝑏(n)ovel.co(m) for the b𝘦st novel reading experience