The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1278: Facing Thousands Alone

Long Fei nodded at Yan Ruyu, saying nothing more.

Chu Feng took out a jug of wine, drank heartily, and laughed boisterously, "With a beauty for company, what joy, what joy!"

He stepped forward alone, shouting toward the cultivators across from him, "I, Chu Feng, stand here today. Whoever seeks to harm my brothers, come forward if you dare!"

An old man stepped out, snorted coldly at Chu Feng, and said, "The tides have turned; you won’t be leaving here alive. You’re no match for even a Soul Ascension Stage cultivator. Step aside quickly and let Long Fei take his own life to appease the heavens!"

Someone fixed their gaze on Long Fei and spoke, "If you die, we promise not to harm your brothers and sisters, allowing all of them to return safely to Great Xia Country."

"Long Fei, the matter has come to this. Even if you’re a prodigy who appears once in ten thousand years, today you must meet your end. Accept your fate!"

Long Fei stepped forward and questioned the old man, "If I die, will you truly let my brothers and sisters go unharmed?"

The old man became visibly agitated, thinking he had convinced Long Fei to surrender without resistance.

He solemnly declared, "I swear on my honor as a Mount Shu Elder!"

A disciple shouted, "This is Elder Cang Song, the Grand Elder of Mount Shu. His word carries weight throughout the Cultivation World. If he says he’ll spare your siblings, it’s guaranteed to be true to the letter."

"If you take your own life, we at Wudang will ensure your siblings are safe."

"We at Kunlun will do the same."

"Shenxu supports this too."

"Dragon-Tiger Mountain stands by its word."

"Mount Mao confirms it as well!"

"..."

The sects of Great Xia Country shouted one after another, their voices overwhelming like the tide, pressuring Long Fei to commit suicide.

The desperation of a cornered beast still holds three parts strength.

No one can predict how Long Fei might act if he goes berserk.

Chu Feng’s group cursed loudly, "Bullshit! We live and die together. How could we use Brother Long’s life to ensure our survival? If you want to kill, then kill. This old man fears none of you!"

"Correct, today we live and die as one. We will never yield to your threats!"

"You old scum, stop daydreaming. Even if I die today, I’ll fight alongside my big brother to the end!"

A group of young men gripped their swords, their resolve as unyielding as iron. Though few in number, their pride and determination stood firm.

Even Wang Xiaoya, as a delicate girl, showed no fear, standing face-to-face with tens of thousands of enemies.

In the distance, Wang Dabao was anxiously pacing, his heart in turmoil. He hadn’t anticipated that his niece would stand together with Long Fei.

All for a mere Tier-6 Pill, which Long Fei had willingly given them. To take it was one thing, but risking one’s life in return seemed far beyond reason!

On a nearby hill, a group of dignified individuals in lavish attire watched with furrowed brows.

Ji Wanyu clutched her sister’s hand tightly, pleading, "Sister, get our guards to go help them! If you won’t help, at least don’t stop me!"

Ji Wanrong scolded, "Shut up! Without my permission, you’re not allowed to go anywhere. That man insulted me right to my face; how can I shamelessly lend him aid? When he dies, I’ll ensure he receives a proper burial!"

"It’s because you pressured him about the marriage!"

Ji Wanyu muttered under her breath, wringing her hands as she sought an opportunity to sneak away and share Long Fei’s struggles.

The mountain wind howled, whistling through the air.

Both sides fell silent, awaiting Long Fei’s decision.

His robes fluttered; his frail, scholarly frame seemed weak and sickly. Yet, in a soft voice, he addressed the cultivators before him, "Every person possesses dignity. Living with dignity, dying with dignity. Even in death, I cannot lose my honor or allow myself to be humiliated by you. Suicide is impossible—I’d rather perish on the battlefield. The one who acts bears responsibility. Don’t make things difficult for my brothers and sisters; any grievances you have, come at me instead!"

He walked out alone, covertly signaling Chu Feng and the others to remain still.

Since arriving in this world, his hair had grown long, tied into a braid at the back with bangs at the front.

Now, the wind lifted his bangs, revealing a somewhat mature face despite his young age.

His pallor and physical weakness gave him an air of fragility, even stirring the hearts of the female disciples on the opposing side.

If not for their enmity, they might have found it unbearable to be his enemy.

In the distance, a cultivator sighed, "The era breeds heroes, and Long Fei is undoubtedly one. Yet, his arrogance blinds him to the tides of fate, leading him to oppose the world. His solitary death today is simply his own doing."

"With him gone, His Majesty will likely have to choose another Consort Prince."

"Whether it’s the sects of Great Xia Country or the Extraterritorial Cultivators, all hold grudges against him. Today, even if he sprouts wings, he won’t escape."

"What a pity. A peerless talent who, had he matured, would certainly have become a hero of the Human Race!"

"He was simply too loyal, sacrificing his potential for others. Having such a brother, I too would willingly die beside him."

"If this handsome young man survives today’s ordeal, I’ll definitely pursue him!"

"Me too! Only such a great hero is worthy of being my Dao companion."

"..."

A crowd of male and female cultivators watching from behind murmured among themselves, not feeling any dislike toward Long Fei, but instead displaying a mixture of regret and admiration.

Yet the cultivators who bore grudges against Long Fei thought differently, particularly the Extraterrestrial Domain Corpse Clan youths. Under the leadership of their elder, they stood forward as the first to challenge him.

No fewer than one hundred stepped into the fray, advancing toward Long Fei.

The elder let out a fierce shout, "You scoundrel stole all my True Immortal Banner Spirits yesterday. Today, I, an old man, shall use your blood and flesh to sacrifice to my Heavenly Punishment Earthly Annihilation Flag!"

Long Fei stopped in his tracks, coughing weakly and dabbing at the blood on the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. In his feeble voice, he said, "Senior, if you seek vengeance, feel free to approach. I’ll accompany you willingly."

The elder hesitated momentarily upon seeing Long Fei’s courteous demeanor, almost feeling embarrassed. He argued with himself, "If I kill this brat, people might accuse me of bullying the weak and exploiting the injured. Yet, it’s this young demon’s unrepentant malice that makes his death justice served. Today, I shall kill him in accordance with divine will!"

He turned to signal his disciples.

A group of Corpse Clan youths unsheathed their longswords, letting out fierce roars as they released the corpse beasts they’d refined. It was as if a black tsunami surged toward Long Fei, bellowing as it sought his life.

The Corpse Clan Elder curled his lips in satisfaction, silently praising his own foresight.

Should he kill Long Fei in this battle, all of Long Fei’s magical treasures would become his own.

What did losing a few True Immortal Banner Spirits yesterday matter? If he claimed the Witch God Flag from Long Fei, he’d rise to become a major figure even back on Netherworld Star.

Chu Feng and the others remained behind, adhering to Long Fei’s instructions and refraining from impulsive action.

But each of them was intensely focused, ready to intervene the moment Long Fei’s body showed signs of faltering.

Cultivators from all sides, grudging or neutral, held their breath, unsure if Long Fei could withstand this wave of attacks.

Rolling waves of corpse beasts exuded a harrowing aura, their mournful wails echoing.

There were tigers, lions, wolves, leopards, and grotesque creatures from beyond—their forms resembled nightmares from hell. Black fluids oozed from their mouths, red gleams flickered from their eyes, and their decayed, rotting flesh made their appearance even more terrifying.

The smallest among them was the size of a bull and capable of reducing cultivators to pieces with ease.

They tore across the ground while the Corpse Clan youths soared through the air.

In the foothills, gravity wasn’t as oppressive as atop the peaks.

Ordinary cultivators could freely fly a dozen meters above the ground without issue.

In the blink of an eye, the dark flood had completely encircled Long Fei.

Witnesses seemed to envision his grisly end—ripped apart, devoured—leaving behind only white bones, if even that.

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