The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1281: Fame Shakes the World

The others on the scene were also dumbfounded, watching as the Nascent Soul of Elder Evergreen Pine of Mount Shu was taken by the Human Emperor Talisman.

The Three Mao True Lord’s Sword transformed into three Mysterious Lights and returned to Long Fei’s Storage Ring along with the Human Emperor Talisman.

Among the over a thousand disciples of Mount Shu, not a single one dared to step forward at this moment.

Someone murmured, "Could this kid be a disciple of the Mount Mao Sect?"

"How does he know the Mount Mao Sword Array?"

"Could he be an illegitimate child of a Mount Mao Sect Elder?"

"..."

All discussions on the scene focused their gaze towards the direction of the Mount Mao Sect.

The Mount Mao Sect felt aggrieved, not only having their magical treasure taken, but now even their techniques were learned by someone else.

Since ancient times, revealing a sect’s techniques has always been a huge taboo.

Every sect depends on these methods to walk the martial world; if others learn them, won’t it sever the foundation of the Mount Mao Sect?

Wang Xiaoya and others didn’t care what technique Long Fei used, they were happy as long as he won.

Only Chu Feng knew that Long Fei learned the Mount Mao technique from the inscriptions on the cliff of Penglai Island.

Back then, the Taoist studies of the outside world were equally prosperous, stemming from the same origin as those of this world.

With the secret techniques of the Mount Mao family as part of the Mount Mao Sect heritage, knowing a bit of the Mount Mao Sword Array isn’t surprising.

Long Fei heard this, revealing a mischievous smile.

The water was already muddied, so he wasn’t afraid to stir it further, calling lightly towards the Mount Mao Sect, "Listen, Mount Mao disciples, I have some connection with your ancestor and won’t trouble you today. Retreat now to avoid needless disaster."

The scene erupted in astonishment, not expecting Long Fei to admit to such a thing.

The Mount Mao Sect was enraged, with expressions as if they wanted to skin and tear Long Fei apart.

This was obviously nonsense; if Long Fei truly had a connection with the Mount Mao Sect’s ancestor.

He wouldn’t have killed the Daoist Nanshan, Northern Foothills Daoist, and White Crane Elder.

Initially, people thought he wouldn’t last long due to his severe injuries, so they came to take advantage.

But now, they couldn’t take advantage, instead seeing him fight stronger and stronger.

Someone couldn’t help but curse, "Demon Chief, stop speaking nonsense and slandering our Mount Mao Sect. We, the Mount Mao Sect, are at irreconcilable odds with you, having nothing to do with you."

"Demon Chief, courting death. You dare to fabricate such lies at this time. Where is Daoist Huo Ju of Wudang? Release him immediately."

Wudang disciples followed with insults.

Long Fei looked at them and smiled, "Wudang Sect? Funny enough, I have some connections with your ancestor as well. Your Daoist Huo Ju already agreed to be my mount and pursue the Wudang Ancestor alongside me. If you know what’s best, retreat, so we don’t accidentally harm one of our own."

"You sister!"

The Wudang disciples cursed in frustration, thinking this kid was like cling film, sticking to anyone he saw.

Long Fei took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed twice, looking weakly at the front enemies, "Anyone else want to kill me? Make it quick. My Great Dao Injury is about to flare up, delay any longer and you won’t see me again."

The ancestors stared at each other in disbelief, seriously doubting the validity of his words.

Despite battling half the day, he showed no sign of weakness.

Someone cursed, "This kid is digging a pit, wanting to lure experts into the fray! Everyone, don’t believe his lies, wait for the right opportunity to settle accounts with him."

"Right, when we return to the Great Xia Country, there will be plenty of opportunities. His Great Dao Injury will act up one day, it won’t stay dormant forever. When it flares up, it will be his end."

"..."

A group discussed energetically, but no one dared to step forward.

A frustrated disciple of Mount Shu shouted at Elder Zhang Kun of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, "Senior, you urged our Elder to battle just now. Our ancestor is in trouble, why aren’t you helping?"

"Yes, Senior. Watching from the sidelines seems a bit unkind, doesn’t it?"

"Senior, you hold the highest seniority here. Facing such a ferocious and arrogant demon chief, perhaps it is fitting for you to counter the assault?"

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"..."

The Mount Shu disciples taunted Zhang Kun, making his face flush red with embarrassment.

He initially wanted to help but hadn’t acted before Evergreen Pine Daoist was surrounded by the Three Talents Sword Array.

If he went out, it would be akin to courting death.

The Dragon-Tiger Mountain disciples fixed their gazes on Zhang Kun, feeling that this Elder was indeed quite disgraceful.

Zhang Kun, helpless, thought to himself that with the Celestial Realms Ten Earths Demon-Banishing God Shuttle in hand, even if he couldn’t beat Long Fei, he could still escape.

He steadied himself, stepped out, and approached Long Fei, shouting, "Demon Chief, you have incurred a sea of blood debts against our major sects, and today is your sure demise. I don’t want to take advantage of you; just say it, can you still fight?"

"Barely able, I guess!"

Long Fei replied with the same words, his expression weak, yet his eyes fixed predatorily on Zhang Kun.

Behind him, the twelve Witch God Flags floated upward.

The spirit of the Demon God Flag within seemed ready to leap out at any moment to devour someone.

The surrounding cultivators spat blood, silently cursing that this kid was certainly a trap; how many times had he just "barely managed"?

Zhang Kun felt a bit guilty, pondering carefully, he realized the victory or defeat did not hinge on an immediate battle.

Long Fei’s Great Dao Injury would flare up sooner or later, there was no need to take a risk now.

He looked up at Long Fei with an air of great pride, one hand behind his back, and called out loudly, "Demon Chief, Dragon-Tiger Mountain does not bully the weak using power. Since you are ill, I won’t pursue you today. When your Great Dao Injury heals, I will come personally to slay you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and returned to his troops with an air of righteousness.

The boos around him were unanimous, whether from the cultivators of the Great Xia Country or from the extraterritorial cultivators, all laughed mockingly.

Someone laughed and shouted, "Is Dragon-Tiger Mountain just like this?"

"If you’re scared, just admit it, stop pretending!"

"Zhang Kun senior, are you scared?"

"..."

The Dragon-Tiger Mountain disciples covered their faces, seeing their Elder like this, they felt too ashamed to stay any longer.

They all withdrew from the battlefield, leaving the path clear.

With Dragon-Tiger Mountain leading the retreat, other second-tier sects quickly scattered and withdrew.

Those who wanted to take advantage, or watch the fun, left one after another.

Two or three thousand people left abruptly.

Extraterritorial cultivators still had the strength to fight but really didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity.

If Long Fei left here, it would be more difficult to kill him next time.

The Senior Shenxu Daoist Kuafu Yan, holding a Peach Wood Stick, glared at Long Fei with fire in his eyes.

He hadn’t killed Long Fei on the mountain, originally planning to join Mount Shu’s Jianmu Daoist and Kunlun’s Fu Chenzi to slay Long Fei.

But as a result, Jianmu Daoist was killed by Long Fei, and Fu Chenzi ended up with his body broken.

Now only he could fight, but with Long Fei possessing so many secret treasures, having just slain two experts of the Soul Ascension Stage, with morale still high, it seemed out of place to go out and fight now.

A group contemplated for a while, reluctantly retreating.

Two or three thousand people came here, but they couldn’t kill even one person.

War correspondents from various major newspapers in the Great Xia Country clearly went mad, hurriedly using Transmission Stones to send back reports of the scene.

Before Long Fei could return to the Great Xia Country, his name had already spread across the Jiuzhou lands.

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