The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 517: A Move to Break the Formation

Yu Canghai sat in the midst of the formation, having waited for Long Fei for quite some time.

Tang Fengnian stood by his side, sweeping over the formation.

After Long Fei arrived, he pointed at Long Fei and bellowed, "Arrogant junior, you actually dare to come."

Long Fei stared at him coldly and said, "You set up a formation to harm my family, do you really think I’m easy to speak with?"

Tang Fengnian arrogantly retorted, "What can you do if you’re not easy to speak with? My master is here today. With just a flick of his fingers, he can easily suppress you. Do you truly believe that there’s no one in this world who can restrain you?"

Long Fei curled the corner of his mouth, eyeing Yu Canghai indifferently, "You’re merely a minor spellcaster, not even a Practitioner. Do you also deserve to seek fame here?"

He had already sensed the Spellcaster on the opposite hillside.

Yu Canghai’s eyelids twitched, feeling the disrespect in those words, it was as if he, a Master of Spells, needed to rely on Long Fei to become famous.

Especially the term ’Practitioner’. Those who played with spells studied Qimen Dunjia, but were not adept in Qi Refinement.

This drawback had always been a regret in Yu Canghai’s heart, but then again, in this Dharma-Ending Age with spiritual energy depletion, how many could become Practitioners?

He opened his eyes, staring piercingly at Long Fei and said, "Junior, don’t just flaunt your eloquence. The formation is in place, if you have the guts, come in and a battle will determine the superior!"

Confident in his master’s grand formation, Tang Fengnian joined in challenging, "Right, what’s the use of all this idle talk? If you have the skills, enter the formation."

Long Fei stood with his hands behind his back, laughing proudly, "Merely a trivial spellcaster, nothing but a frog in a well, unaware of the profound depths of the Esoteric Sect Orthodoxy. Very well, today I shall enlighten you."

He calmly entered the formation and instantly, the scenery around him altered dramatically.

Suddenly, a cold wind arose, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

The Spellcaster on the hillside looked down disdainfully and said, "What’s this kid’s name? Why is he so arrogant?"

"He looks down on us spellcasters? What is he?"

"I think he’s just a country bumpkin who drives a taxi. What does he know about the might of a spellcaster?"

"No need to talk, I bet he won’t last three seconds before he’s dead."

In front of their eyes, the villa had vanished, replaced by a dense cloud of black fog.

No one knew what was happening inside, but even a hundred meters away, they were still swept up by the magnetic field of the formation, feeling a bone-chilling coldness that highlighted the formation’s ferocity.

Not to mention Geng Xiaojun and his group, it was as if they were watching a grand magic show.

Seated in a wheelchair, he pondered whether, after this event, he could become a disciple under Yu Canghai.

Even with power and wealth in the mundane world, they amounted to nothing before these people.

His father was right, they could end your life effortlessly and without a trace just by lifting a finger.

Spellcasters and martial artists were two branches of cultivators in the secular world.

Martial Artists specialized in Qi Refinement, neglecting spells.

Spellcasters focused on mastering spells, ignoring Qi Refinement.

In later generations, as spiritual energy depleted, the profound Dao of the Esoteric Sect Orthodoxy was continually simplified, eventually splitting into these two offshoots.

Long Fei stood in the center of the formation, surrounded by eighty-one Yin Generals taking turns to attack.

Each transformed into over three meters tall, wielding axes, hooks, and halberds, howling fiercely with Yin Malevolence Qi filling the sky.

A common person entering would be driven mad instantly by the rush of Yin Malevolence Qi.

This wasn’t an attack of spiritual power. The Yin Malevolence Qi had strong corrosive properties; when concentrated, it could reduce a person to a blood mist.

One Yin General swung down a giant axe.

A golden light wound around Long Fei’s hand, and with a casual wave,

there was a thud, and the Yin General, along with the axe, was shattered to pieces.

Another Yin General slashed with a great sword.

Long Fei, still as before, didn’t even spare a glance, casually waving his hand and dispersing the Yin General’s soul.

He didn’t rush to break the formation but instead strolled casually back and forth within it, studying.

Yu Canghai began to crumble, nearly sending all eighty-one Yin Generals in full force, yet it seemed to make no difference to Long Fei.

These Yin Generals were driven by his spiritual power, and with each blow to them, his brain sustained continuous damage.

At this moment, his head had started to spin.

He had just been relieved that Long Fei hadn’t chosen to break the formation at midday.

At that time, yang energy is at its strongest, yin energy at its weakest, greatly diminishing the effect of the formation.

Long Fei had waited until the afternoon to come, which excitedly led Yu Canghai to believe that Long Fei would undoubtedly meet his end today.

Yet, after the latter had been inside the formation for half a day, despite having exerted all his techniques, none had any effect.

Long Fei touched here, looked there.

After surveying all the essence within the formation, he sighed lightly, "So that’s how it is."

The formations set up by spellcasters and cultivators differ; one is fixed, the other mutable.

Spellcasters, not having broken through to the Enlightenment Realm, lack the spiritual power to support changes in the formation.

Therefore, the formations they lay out are typically static.

These formations are normally activated using spiritual power accumulated over time.

It seems that this Yin Malevolence Qi is entirely a one-time use.

Expended today, they must spend time tomorrow accumulating it again before it can be utilized.

Cultivators, however, are different, much like Gao Chi.

When he refined the Yin-Gathering Banner, the deployed Yin Generals could still be retrieved for reuse.

Long Fei shook his head, looking at the formation full of loopholes and sighed once more.

The decline of esoteric knowledge has led to the situation where such a simplified and flawed formation can still dominate the spell circle, a true regret for the world.

Yu Canghai, at the Formation Eye, yelled out, "You brat, daring to pry into the secrets of my formation, I will surely kill you today!"

His spiritual power, having been heavily damaged by consecutive hits on the Yin Generals, was now wavering and barely able to hold.

Seeing Long Fei in such a manner, he had no choice but to go all in.

With one move, he cast eighty-one talismans, each one bolstering one of the eighty-one Formation Flags.

The Yin Elemental Force within them was activated by the spiritual power in the talismans, and was promptly released.

The density of the black mist suddenly increased by more than tenfold.

The spirit of the eighty-one Yin Generals surged, and at the same moment, wielding their weapons, charged towards Long Fei in a coordinated assault.

"Finally resorting to desperate measures?"

Long Fei smiled faintly, took out a Bodhi Seed, and placed his palms together.

A radiant golden light burst from his body as if a Golden Body Arhat had descended, he spread his hands wide and roared with force, "Break!"

The Om Mantra of Amitabha he threw out became a golden light that surged like a tidal wave in all directions.

The Buddhist Karma Fire within the Bodhi Seed was fully mobilized by him, sweeping wave after wave at the Yin Generals.

With a deafening roar, the Karma Fire collided with the Yin Elemental Force, causing both utterly disparate forces to explode on impact.

The surrounding heavens and earth shook along with it, as if an earthquake had arrived, and a pillar of flame shot up into the sky.

A fierce wind swept through the area, causing spellcasters a hundred meters away to stagger backwards, scalded by the intense heat.

Geng Xiaojun and his companions were even more affected, thinking they had been hit by a spell, they rolled on the ground clutching their heads and screaming.

As the black mist cleared, a group of spellcasters peered inside, repeatedly asking, "What happened? Who won?"

"Need you ask? It must be Master Yu, of course!"

"Didn’t you see that explosion? Anyone inside would have been turned to ashes."

"That young man was too arrogant, daring to contend with Master Yu in spellcasting, his death is well deserved."

As the people were discussing, the layers of black mist dissipated.

One man stood alone, his backhand resting behind him, unscathed and spirited, staring ahead.

Who else could it be but Long Fei?

Before the crowd could finish talking, their mouths suddenly found it hard to close.

Damn, he actually survived?

They shivered, scouring the field for the figures of Yu Canghai and Tang Fengnian, but where could they be found on the battleground.

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