The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1310: The Alchemy Furnace Changes

The sixteen-foot Dharma Laksana above Long Fei’s head vanished, and his form shifted. Before the Extraterritorial Cultivators could react, he took the initiative and attacked.

His fist carried a blazing flame, with an Azure Dragon and a White Tiger shimmering above his head, two Dharma Laksanas of his physical body. His first target was Jin Jiu.

With a punch, the force of his fist shook the void with a resounding bang.

Jin Jiu, clad in his Tiger Form Battle Armor, squinted his eyes and roared angrily, "Demon Chief, do you take me for an easy target?"

He hadn’t expected Long Fei to attack him first. Feeling humiliated, the mechanical cannon on his shoulder suddenly fired, unleashing a storm of cannon fire that collided with Long Fei’s fist force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The void shattered as Long Fei’s fist force, imbued with Azure Dragon and White Tiger lights—one blue, one white—pierced through the cannon firestorm, slamming into Jin Jiu’s Tiger Form Battle Armor.

With a loud bang, Jin Jiu staggered backward, stepping onto an alchemy cauldron to stabilize himself.

The mecha cracked; even its nanoscale structure was riddled with fractures from Long Fei’s punch.

His feet stomped heavily on the cauldron, causing its lid to rattle with muffled echoes.

Long Fei shifted his form, ignoring the other geniuses and focusing solely on Jin Jiu.

With a black Iron Pestle in hand, he swung it fiercely, smashing it down onto Jin Jiu’s head from behind with a loud crack.

This time, the battle armor could not withstand the ferocious blow.

The power of the Black Iron Pestle surged through the weakest joints of the armor, and with a series of deafening bangs—

The armor’s joints exploded one after another, emitting thick smoke as it completely broke down.

Startled, Jin Jiu abandoned the armor in haste, barely managing to escape with his life.

Long Fei unleashed forty-nine Copper Coconut Divine Wood Swords, which flew out from his body, shining with golden light. In a flash, they surrounded Jin Jiu.

The sword light swirled, clashing violently with Jin Jiu’s protective Dharma treasures, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Frustrated, Jin Jiu shouted, "Why am I the only one you’re targeting?"

"Because you’re the ugliest!"

Long Fei raised his hand, throwing a golden talisman into the sword array around Jin Jiu for an added dose of trouble.

This golden talisman was none other than Lin Daoyi’s Golden Thunder Talisman, a symbol of Mount Mao’s genius—electricity fused with metallic Yuan Force, exuding murderous intent.

Previously, Lin Daoyi had intended to use this talisman against Long Fei, but before he could activate it, Long Fei had trapped him with the Primordial Unity Gold Cauldron.

The moment the talisman was activated, the heavens rumbled with thunder.

Lightning bolts, sharp as blades, rained down relentlessly on Jin Jiu.

The spectators, mostly young cultivators on the outskirts, gasped in shock as they watched the scene unfold.

Nearby, a disgruntled disciple from Mount Mao exclaimed angrily, "That’s our Senior Brother’s talisman!"

"This Demon Chief is so devious!"

"How does he even know how to activate Mount Mao’s talismans?"

"That’s nothing. He can even use Mount Mao’s Human Emperor Talisman."

"I suspect he’s secretly a disciple of the Mount Mao Sect!"

"Nonsense! How could our Mount Mao Sect produce a Demon Chief like him?"

"..."

Amid their noisy arguments, atop the cauldron, a golden light suddenly flashed. Before it could escape, Long Fei ensnared it with the Mystic Yellow Pagoda.

All these moves transpired within the blink of an eye.

Under the combined might of the sword array and Golden Thunder Talisman, Jin Jiu of Aurelius was stripped of his treasures. His physical body was obliterated into a mist of blood, leaving only his Nascent Soul to flee—only for it to be captured by Long Fei.

The assembled cultivators shivered with fear, silently acknowledging that even those in the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm dared not confront this Demon Chief.

Not only did he kill, but he also consigned souls to obliteration.

To face him was either his death—or one’s own annihilation in both body and soul.

The longsword in Long Fei’s hand remained unsheathed, as fiery explosions erupted around him.

Divine Child Feng Chii from Divine King Star shouted, "This villain must die!"

He raised his hand, unleashing all the fire elemental force he had just collected with his Red Gourd, forming a massive Fire Dragon that descended upon Long Fei.

From behind, Yuan Wudao of Demon King Star swung his staff fiercely, aiming it at the back of Long Fei’s head.

They both understood that their fates were intertwined now.

If Long Fei lived, they would surely perish.

Their simultaneous attacks left Long Fei with no room to dodge.

Having regained their composure, the remaining cultivators surged toward Long Fei with murderous intent.

The Space Law above Long Fei rippled suddenly, transforming into a series of spatial quagmires that layered themselves to block Yuan Wudao’s heavy strikes.

The Fire Dragon coiled, surging upward to swallow him whole.

Feng Chii shouted urgently toward Yuan Wudao, "Brother Yuan, hold him down! I’ll use my flame to burn this Demon Chief to death!"

Long Fei laughed heartily, "What, do you think you’re the only one with a gourd?!"

A red gourd manifested above his head, its opening releasing a powerful suction force, inhaling the surging Fire Dragon entirely.

Stunned, Feng Chii exclaimed, "Demon Chief, how do you have one of our Divine Clan’s treasures?!"

Divine objects possess innate spirits, and on Divine King Star, whether human, beast, or plant, all were born with divinity.

Feng Chii’s gourd, harvested from Divine King Mountain, was the most divine of its kind, capable of spitting fire and swallowing water effortlessly.

He never expected Long Fei to own one—one that seemed of superior quality to his.

The fire elemental force Feng Chii painstakingly gathered was devoured in a single gulp.

While bracing against Yuan Wudao’s iron staff, Long Fei shouted at Feng Chii, "Here, take it back!"

From the red flame gourd above Long Fei’s head erupted a Phoenix cry that tore through the heavens, releasing flames shaped like a majestic Phoenix.

With its wings spread wide, the flaming Phoenix hurled itself toward Feng Chii.

Feng Chii furrowed his brows and swiftly summoned his red gourd to swallow the Phoenix Flame.

The gourd conjured a whirlwind, enveloping the Phoenix Flame and swallowing it whole.

Feng Chii sneered coldly, "Is that all? Compete with me in divine artifacts?"

A deafening explosion erupted before his words fully landed. Feng Chii’s red gourd detonated, releasing the Phoenix Flame which consumed him entirely.

Feng Chii felt as if drenched in boiling oil. His Divine Silkworm Robe disintegrated, and the essential Qi of his physical body was swiftly drained by the inferno.

Crying out in pain, he wailed, "What kind of flame is this?!"

"Divine Child, I’ll help you!"

Cranes’ Cry from Feather King Star intervened, intending to assist in dealing with Long Fei, only to find Feng Chii trapped in flames.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned a white vial and poured a stream of Mystic Yellow Qi onto Feng Chii.

The Qi instantly extinguished the Phoenix True Flame enveloping Feng Chii.

Long Fei’s gaze narrowed as he raised the Black Iron Pestle, hurling it to clash with the hundred-meter-long iron staff above his head.

With an ear-splitting bang, metal clanged against metal.

The Ruyi Iron Staff in Yuan Wudao’s hands trembled violently. Its center shattered with an explosion, scattering sparks a meter high into the air.

This weapon, forged from over ten thousand tons of meteoric iron and hailed as a divine artifact of the Demon Clan at the Earth Immortal Level, was split in two by Long Fei’s pestle.

Yuan Wudao’s palms quivered as his eyes rounded, his fangs bared. Letting out a guttural roar, he howled, "Bastard! I’ll fight you to the death!"

His skeletal frame crackled like popping beans, rapidly expanding.

In moments, he transformed into a towering Vajra Berserk Ape, standing over ten meters tall, nearly three or four stories high, and hurled a massive punch at Long Fei.

The golden-furred fist resembled a mountain, its descent shaking the very space around it.

Long Fei snorted lightly, "Think height matters?"

The Azure Dragon and White Tiger Dharma Laksanas appeared above his head as he met Yuan Wudao’s punch head-on with his own fist.

The two fist forces collided with a massive reverberation.

The air exploded with a deafening blast.

Yuan Wudao’s fist shattered, spraying crimson blood that seeped into the cauldron below.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the cauldron beneath began to rumble faintly.

Yuan Wudao grew increasingly berserk, his blood boiling. Roaring thunderously, his fangs bared, he stepped on the cauldron as he raised his mountain-sized fist to clash with Long Fei again.

Unfazed, Long Fei matched him blow for blow with his bare fists.

The two exchanged over a hundred moves, their punches thundering like explosions, with steam rising from their bodies. Long Fei’s relentless strikes eventually exposed the bones in Yuan Wudao’s fists.

Yuan Wudao, astonished, realized that his Vajra Ape Clan—known for their physical strength—was being overpowered by a single cultivator from the Human Race.

His fists, capable of smashing Earth Immortal treasures, couldn’t suppress Long Fei.

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