The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1263: Show Your Cards

The sudden turn of events shocked all the old men present.

Even the blind Northern Foothills Daoist felt his heart tremble.

His divine sense was sharper than eyesight, allowing him to perceive everything more clearly.

Just now, it seemed as if Long Fei had lifted a piece of the ground and wrapped Daoist Huo Ju within it with a sudden motion.

He couldn’t discern exactly what it was, but it was undoubtedly a formidable magical treasure.

The elders were almost at their wits’ end, unable to fathom how Long Fei possessed so many heaven-defying magical treasures.

On the other hand, Long Fei felt aggrieved. He clearly had such an excellent treasure that could effortlessly subdue them all.

But the "Mountains and Rivers Map" was a lifeless object and could not actively ensnare its targets.

This treasure resembled a trap—it could only be planted stationary on the ground, blending seamlessly with the surroundings, and striking unexpectedly when someone let their guard down.

Out of the five Soul Ascension-level masters, one had been captured, and two were injured. At this point, only Mount Shu Jianmu and Kunlun Fu Chenzi were capable of continuing the fight.

The two exchanged a glance, each harboring an even stronger desire to kill Long Fei and claim all his treasures.

Daoist Jian Mu reminded him, "Daoist Fu Chenzi, we can’t hold back anymore. Hurry and bring out Kunlun’s magical treasures!"

Fu Chenzi retorted, "And you Mount Shu people shouldn’t keep your treasures hidden either!"

Both raised their hands. Fu Chenzi revealed a wooden whip-like magical artifact with 24 segments, each engraved with four inscriptions.

These inscriptions bore Daoist texts, each harboring the principles of the Heavenly Dao Laws.

Jian Mu raised his hand, and a bronze mirror engraved with numerous inscriptions emerged, emitting dazzling golden light.

Daoist Nanshan exclaimed, "That’s the Kunlun Striking Whip and the Mount Shu Haotian Mirror?"

Both nodded solemnly, their expressions stiff and grim.

If it hadn’t been for Long Fei, they would never have revealed such important treasures so easily.

These two magical treasures, both of Human Immortal-level,

though not as legendary as some of the mythical items, were enough to dominate any territory in the current world.

By this time, Long Fei had already finished absorbing the energy from one Nascent Soul, funneling it all into his Divine Sea. The Dragon-shaped Nascent Soul within devoured it completely in one gulp.

During the earlier battle below the mountain, he had captured over a thousand Nascent Souls and sealed them inside the Mystic Yellow Pagoda—he had plenty of such things available.

With a bit of refinement, the impurities within could be eliminated.

A slight movement in the Divine Sea allowed him to absorb the energy directly without any side effects.

The continuous activation of celestial-grade magical treasures had depleted his spiritual power to a drastic extent.

Just as both sides caught their breath, Daoist Jian Mu made the first move.

He raised the Haotian Mirror above his head and unleashed a beam of mysterious light, aiming it directly at Long Fei.

This Haotian Mirror was a supreme treasure refined by Mount Shu Elder Long Eyebrows, capable of absorbing the power of elemental yang from heaven and earth.

Once unleashed, it resembled a blazing sun shining brightly.

The Power of Elemental Yang within it could easily reduce ordinary cultivators to ashes.

Even cultivators with high cultivation levels would have their Divine Seas thrown into disarray under its light.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Chenzi activated his Striking Whip, aiming a coordinated strike at Long Fei with Daoist Jian Mu.

The Kunlun Striking Whip specialized in targeting Primordial Spirits.

Once struck, the physical body remained unharmed, but the Primordial Spirit could either be shaken severely or completely shattered.

The combined power of these two magical treasures was immeasurable.

Were they not forced into such desperation, they would never wield them lightly.

Knowing well the destructive capabilities of these items, Long Fei immediately teleported from his current location.

The beam of light from the Haotian Mirror struck the stone wall behind him, shattering a section of the sturdy, magnetically charged rock with a thunderous crash.

Jian Mu wielded the Haotian Mirror, scanning the surroundings. Under its beam, nothing could remain hidden.

Meanwhile, Daoist Nanshan and Northern Foothills Daoist did not remain idle, clutching thunder-element talismans in their hands, ready to strike Long Fei at any moment.

Jian Mu shouted, "Demon Chief! Aren’t you supposed to be powerful? Come out and fight! What kind of hero skulks around like this?"

Long Fei could attack by stealth, but faced with such supreme treasures capable of both defense and long-range attacks, he had no choice but to unveil his trump card.

In the presence of such masters, even the slightest mistake was unforgivable.

He waved his hand, revealing himself abruptly. At the same time, he unleashed the set of Twelve Arenthian Demon-Slaying Banners.

The banner poles struck the ground with a series of loud thuds.

The four masters in the field were instantly surrounded by the items.

Thick black mist swirled from the banners’ surfaces, like a scene straight out of hell, as twelve monsters emerged with deep growls, their massive jaws lunging toward the group.

"What is this?!"

"Such intense murderous aura!"

"This brat really is a Demon Chief!"

The four elders paled dramatically, shocked that Long Fei possessed such sinister and malevolent magical treasures.

Jian Mu’s Haotian Mirror was the first to sweep across one of the Demon Gods. With a resounding clash, the Power of Elemental Yang collided violently with the demonic aura, their opposing forces of Yin and Yang erupting into bursts of lightning.

One Demon God let out a shrill cry and quickly evaded the mirror’s light.

The Kunlun Striking Whip swung by Fu Chenzi also sent another Demon God flying.

Daoist Nanshan and Northern Foothills Daoist hurled thunder-element talismans, their Nascent Soul-stage runes exploding with rolling Thunder Elemental Force, tearing two Demon Gods apart with crackling precision.

Yet, these entities could not truly be destroyed. As soon as they were shattered, the banners replenished them, and they leapt back into the fray.

The four elders felt utterly despairing—these Demon Gods were not physical bodies but instead conglomerations of killing aura sustained by the formation.

Nevertheless, they themselves were flesh-and-blood mortals, and activating magical treasures consumed their spiritual power.

In such an oppressive environment, the rate of spiritual power consumption was two to three times higher than usual.

The twelve Demon Gods’ relentless assaults soon left the elders drenched in cold sweat.

Outside the battlefield, Long Fei controlled the formation—but his spiritual power was similarly draining away like running water.

However, with Nascent Souls at his disposal, he absorbed one after another.

His Divine Sea alternated between periods of dryness and rapid replenishment, until his head felt as if it might explode from the strain.

From a distant vantage point, Ji Ruhai and Jiang Buyi frowned as they observed the roiling black mist, muttering, "Could this brat really be a member of the Demon Sect?"

"This aura doesn’t feel righteous—it’s more like something from the path of evil!"

Both were suddenly filled with unease, uncertain whether aiding Long Fei had been the right choice after all.

If they had truly allowed a Demon Chief to seize an opportunity, they would be sinners against the Human Race.

While they agonized over their decision, someone suddenly struck from the shadows, forming a Void Seal that came crashing down toward Long Fei.

An Azure Dragon roared above Long Fei’s head as he shouted, "Who dares?!"

He countered with his own palm strike. With an explosive boom, the surrounding ground collapsed downward, scattering smoke and dust everywhere.

An old man materialized, wielding a peach wood stick, staring intently at Long Fei as he shouted, "Brat! Where did you obtain this Demon God Flag?!"

Long Fei looked him over and replied, "This is a family heirloom. Do you have a problem with that?"

The old man sneered, "Nonsense! That item belongs to the Demon Race. Could it be that your ancestors were Demons?!"

Long Fei straightened his face and said seriously, "Stop making baseless accusations. If a Demon Race artifact falls into the hands of a righteous cultivator, it becomes a tool for carrying out the will of heaven. But you—hiding and only showing up at the last moment—isn’t that just watching the show to take advantage and reap the spoils?"

"You insolent brat!"

The old man’s face turned red as if Long Fei had touched a nerve. A divine radiance emanated from above him, resembling the descent of a Heavenly God. Wrapped in a golden halo and holding his peach wood stick, he pointed at Long Fei and threatened, "I’ll give you two choices: hand over your magical treasures and leave immediately, or I’ll kill you and take them myself."

He had calculated that Long Fei could no longer rely on his spiritual power and would be forced into a physical confrontation.

Thus, he brazenly attempted to capitalize, his arrogance knowing no bounds.

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