The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1271: Great Dao Injury

Chu Feng consumed the Jade Marrow Fruit from the Immortal King Star, and now his body had recovered by half a fraction.

He hurriedly led his people over, standing in front of Long Fei, his piercing eyes fixed on the cultivators present.

Wang Xiaoya burst into tears, anxiously pulling Long Fei, checking his body as she cried out, "Are you hurt? I have pills here, eat them all, hurry up and eat them!"

Her hands were trembling as she frantically pulled out all kinds of bottles and jars from her storage ring.

"No need, this is a Great Dao injury, pills are useless."

Long Fei smiled faintly and patted her head, his face pale with exhaustion.

Lin Shanshan sniffled and said, "Brother-in-law, I don’t want to play anymore. This world is too dangerous, let’s go back to the other one, okay?"

This time, she was truly terrified by the mercilessness of the Cultivation World.

Ji Wanyu also said anxiously, "Let’s go back to the Imperial City, we should return immediately. Once we’re there, no one will dare to provoke us."

The cultivators in the area, upon hearing this, became excited and began to murmur among themselves, their morale visibly higher than before.

Some sneered maliciously. Moments ago, they were too scared to raise their heads, but now they threw them back in laughter. "Brothers, fellow Daoists, this brat has rushed his tribulation and suffered a Great Dao injury. He doesn’t have long to live. Anyone with old grudges or scores to settle, now’s the time! Don’t let this Demon Chief catch his breath!"

"Exactly. If we let him recover, he’ll become a disaster for us all."

"Don’t let the tiger return to the mountain. Who will join me in taking down this Demon Chief?"

A high-level cultivator at the Soul Ascension Stage stepped forward, raising his arm in a striking rallying cry.

Clad in black, he was clearly from the Corpse King Star.

They had been watching Long Fei closely for a long time, initially intending to exploit any advantage. Who could’ve known Long Fei would grow stronger as he fought, nearly slaughtering every cultivator on the battlefield?

Just when the Corpse Clan had lost all hope, things took a sudden turn—Long Fei spat blood.

It was practically a heaven-sent opportunity. If they didn’t kill Long Fei now, they’d never have another chance if he recovered.

Encouraged by the rallying cry, the hidden experts among the crowd began to make their moves.

Chu Feng, armed with a spear, stood firmly in front of Long Fei and roared, "You petty scoundrels! Other than taking advantage of someone’s misfortune, what other abilities do you have? Today, I’ll stand here and see who dares to harm my brother!"

He fully understood—Long Fei had given him the spiritual medicine capable of healing a Great Dao injury, sacrificing his own chances of recovery.

If not for Long Fei, his current state wouldn’t have been so dire.

Seeing Long Fei like this, Chu Feng wished he were dead in his place.

He was boiling with rage and felt an overwhelming urge to kill.

Wang Jie, Murong Chong, and Liu Jiangnan guarded the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Formation, bellowing in unison, "Whoever dares to harm our big brother will have to go through us first!"

It must be said, Kunlun Sect’s Fu Chenzi inside the formation was unusually powerful.

Particularly with the God-Beating Whip in his hand. Although it was a replica, it was highly effective against primordial spirits, especially demon gods formed from malevolent energy, and other Dharma Laksanas.

Despite being besieged by demon gods within the formation for so long, he continued to struggle.

His flesh and blood were entirely drained, leaving him looking like a dried corpse.

Inside the array, he shouted hoarsely, "Kunlun disciples, where are you? Why haven’t you come to rescue me yet?"

A surge of Divine Sense penetrated the formation and reached outside.

The Kunlun disciples outside were stirred into a frenzy. Wielding their magical treasures, they all cried out, "Kill the Demon Chief!"

"Let’s destroy the Demon Chief together!"

"Whoever takes down the Demon Chief will be richly rewarded by the Kunlun Sect!"

Despite their shouts of killing and vengeance, no one dared to rush forward.

Everyone harbored ulterior motives. They hoped someone else would first test the waters, wearing Long Fei down so they could swoop in and reap the rewards.

If they had united as one, Long Fei and his companions wouldn’t have survived this long.

Others could bide their time, but the Kunlun disciples couldn’t afford to wait.

Their ancestral elder was trapped inside the formation. If they didn’t attempt a rescue and continued delaying, his death was inevitable.

Some Kunlun disciples finally charged forward, wielding various weapons and magical treasures, attacking Chu Feng and the others.

These Inner Sect Disciples were all at the Nascent Soul Realm.

The clash of magical treasures resounded across the battlefield, the deafening explosions shaking the earth and sending dust flying as mysterious light flared with dazzling brilliance.

Wang Xiaoya wielded the Chaos Green Lotus, guarding the rear.

Chu Feng fought fiercely upfront, while Wang Jie and Murong Chong defended the flanks, and Liu Jiangnan, Lin Shanshan, and Ji Wanyu protected the formation.

The likes of Bald Dog, Ground Rat Demon King, Anna, and Nightingale—who were responsible for intelligence work—remained hidden in such a large-scale confrontation.

However, if any senseless attackers approached their vicinity, they still drew their weapons and fought back as best as they could.

Some noticed Long Fei sitting still and became even more convinced of his weakened state.

Unexpectedly, the first to strike wasn’t a human but the Immortal Crane under Daoist White Crane.

It was of Immortal Crane lineage, its body as sharp as a sword. In the air, it transformed into a streak of white light, whistling as it shot toward Long Fei.

Its speed was so lightning-fast that even Wang Xiaoya couldn’t react in time.

But Long Fei simply waved his hand, forming a Void Seal as he struck a palm, colliding directly with the Immortal Crane.

The Immortal Crane’s reckless, desperate attack collided head-on with the palm seal.

A thunderous crash resounded like two mountains smashing into each other.

The Immortal Crane exploded midair with a mournful cry, its extraordinarily sturdy body, belonging to the pure-blooded Immortal Clan lineage, bursting apart on the spot.

A mist of blood spread above Long Fei. Manifesting the Azure Dragon Dharma Laksana, he devoured it all, not letting a single drop go to waste.

The bloodline of the Immortal Crane—a divine avian lineage comparable to that of mythical creatures.

Long Fei was no longer picky about his diet. Anything that could nourish his body, he consumed without hesitation.

He was tempering his indestructible flesh. Although it couldn’t heal a Great Dao injury, it was immensely beneficial to his physical cultivation.

All the surrounding cultivators were dumbfounded. Moments ago, Long Fei had appeared on the brink of collapse, but his palm strike had been as swift as thunder.

The Immortal Crane’s blistering speed—yet he had defended against it with a single motion.

They were still reeling when Long Fei abruptly spat out another mouthful of blood.

Wang Xiaoya, who thought herself emotionally resilient, completely broke down at this point. Pulling out a handkerchief, she cried bitterly while wiping his mouth.

Someone shouted with excitement, "This brat is on his last legs! Even devouring the Immortal Crane is futile!"

"Hold on! If we keep taking turns, he won’t last!"

"Fellow Daoists, what are you waiting for? Today is the day we slay this Demon!"

"What’s there to hesitate about? This Demon killed how many heroes just moments ago, and looted how many magical treasures? Don’t wait, rush forward and reclaim it all!"

Someone attempted to lure others with greed, their intentions sinister. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

No one was blind. Not long ago, Long Fei had slaughtered countless factions and seized enough magical treasures to stock an entire store.

If they killed Long Fei, all those treasures would become theirs.

This temptation—enough to make even Extraterritorial Cultivators’ hearts flutter.

One person stepped forward and shouted at Long Fei, "Demon Chief, you’ve suffered a Great Dao injury and won’t live much longer. Hand over your magical treasures, and we from the Aurelius Star will guarantee your safety."

Long Fei’s expression was cold and somber as he stared at the man and chuckled. "Sure, as long as you help me kill everyone here, I’ll agree to your condition."

The surrounding cultivators all instinctively stepped back several meters.

The Aurelius Star cultivator spat blood in frustration; he hadn’t expected Long Fei to be so cunning. With just a few words, he had sowed discord.

Quickly backtracking, the man raised his arm and shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, there’s nothing to fear! I was only joking. We Aurelius Star cultivators won’t oppose you. To show our sincerity, we’ll be the first to slay this Demon! Let’s unite and bring him down together!"

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