The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 630 - 0: Revenge of the Blood Knife

"Sister Hong, what are you doing!"

"Quick, save them!"

"Everyone, get on stage now!"

He Hongtao’s bodyguards were scared out of their wits and, upon regaining their senses, rushed onto the stage to rescue him.

Suddenly, four long blades burst from beneath the stage, piercing through the wooden boards with a ’thud.’ In a flash of light from the blades, five or six bodyguards’ necks spewed blood before they tumbled to the ground.

"Murder!"

"Run for it!"

"What’s happening!"

The audience below was horrified, beginning to stand up and flee.

However, the effects of the knockout drug in their system took hold, and before they could take two steps, they rolled onto the floor, crashing into tables, chairs, cups, and plates with a loud clang.

He Hongtao clutched his stomach, staring incredulously at Sister Hong before managing to squeeze out a question, "Why?"

Sister Hong’s eyes were bloodshot with rage as she hissed, "You despicable, vulgar man, why do you think? As the esteemed young lady of the Anpei family, I debased myself to go undercover in Huaxia, delivering myself to you, enduring your humiliations. Today is the day you pay your debts; your death is nothing to mourn!"

At this moment, she was releasing a long-suppressed fury.

Her liberation today gave her face a somewhat fierce and ferocious appearance.

Lin Yingying instinctively grabbed Long Fei’s hand, and although she had seen her share of grand scenes, she was still frightened by what unfolded.

Long Fei casually sipped his drink, surprised that this Dongying woman had acted with such ruthless ferocity, even killing her own man.

The pill he had given to He Hongtao could save his life, but he was unsure whether He Hongtao’s mind would react in time to consume the pill.

The only people at the scene who could still speak were those at Long Fei’s table.

A group of ninjas, at least twenty or thirty in number, entered from outside and began dragging all the guests from the scene.

The people at the central table were the targets for today.

Long Fei’s demeanor disappointed Sister Hong.

She had thought the man would scream, be afraid, beg for mercy.

Yet he sat there calmly, as if everything was within his expectations, calmly continuing to sip his drink.

She was frustrated that the knockout drug didn’t work on him.

This was a powerful anesthesia drug, the latest innovation from her family’s utilization of nanotechnology—one drop could leave an entire village unconscious on the ground.

They had only used a single drop for the guests at the scene.

Fearing that Long Fei’s cultivation level was high enough to resist, they had deliberately dosed the wine at his table with half a drop.

It seemed they had used too little after all.

Third Master Shen, accustomed to grand scenes, continued to fiddle with his walnuts, still upholding his dignified presence as he lectured, "Sister Hong, this isn’t right. If there’s a conflict between us, we could sit down and talk it out, no? Why resort to violence and destruction, wasting such a fine table of food and drink!"

The people at the scene almost spat blood, while Sister Hong’s face twitched uncontrollably, her dissatisfaction with their reaction peaking.

She wanted to see fear, terror, them begging on their knees, treating her like a goddess with control over life and death.

But now, she was being treated like a clown by the people at this table.

She drew her long blade and pointed it coldly at Third Master Shen, "Shen Weibin, after He Hongtao gave me to you, you humiliated me for three days and nights. Today, we settle that account."

Long Fei glanced at Third Master Shen in surprise, thinking that the playboy certainly had some impressive stamina.

Third Master Shen gave a dry cough, filled with awkwardness as he objected, "Little Hong, what are you talking about? It was all consensual. How can you call it humiliation?"

"Shut up!"

Sister Hong cursed and brought her blade down.

The slicing force cleaved the table in half with a ’thud.’

At the crucial moment, Zhang Yuankun pulled Third Master Shen out of the way.

Had it not been for that, Third Master Shen would have already become a ghost under the knife.

Danger lurked all around, and Long Fei’s eyes now held only Lin Yingying; everyone else could only pray for their own luck.

After all, there was not a single good soul present, and even if they were to go down, no one would dare to accuse King Yama of injustice.

Zhang Yuankun roared, "Dongying brats, do you really think Huaxia has no one left?"

His hands stretched out, and although he was of an advanced age, his hands were as white and tender as those of a woman.

His fingers moved as if playing a piano, unraveling seals between them that summoned forth ten paths of murderous energy, rolling and engulfing Sister Hong.

He was, after all, a Master of Spells, renowned throughout South Yangtze, and he indeed had some real talent.

He was able to conjure a small array on his hands in a short amount of time, using it to harness the malicious energy in the space around him to attack his foes.

Arrays differ from formations; an array is created with the spell before the formation, while a formation is laid out before the spell.

The array between the fingers is actually quite similar to Talisman Script.

Talisman Script embeds spiritual power into talisman paper, while the array formed between the fingers stores the spiritual power concentrated usually.

Arranged in a certain special formation pattern, it can be released at will during use.

The consequence of this, however, is that it’s not very sustainable.

Once the energy of the array on the fingers is exhausted, it cannot be replenished immediately.

So it might be sufficient against ordinary people, but against a skilled ninja like Sister Hong, it was clearly far from enough.

As the ten paths of murderous energy emerged, they twisted and turned like dragons and snakes, tirelessly pursuing Sister Hong in an attempt to trap her.

Sister Hong bellowed, "You insipid spellcaster, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

With a slash of her long knife, five different colors of knife energy burst forth, circling around her.

Long Fei furrowed his brows and exclaimed, "The Hemao Family’s Five Elements Knife Technique?"

Zhang Yuankun, not knowing his own depth, moved his fingers again, still controlling the ten paths of murderous energy that rolled up towards her.

He was helpless; if he did not attack, the energy in his hand array would run out.

Spellcasters focus only on spells, not on cultivating internal energies.

They replenish their spiritual power only through sleep, unable to supplement it through the process of Qi Refinement and Divinity Transformation.

Therefore, he had no choice but to risk an attempt.

Thud, thud, thud!

A series of muffled sounds erupted as the knife energy intertwined with the murderous energy, instantly creating a mist around Sister Hong.

The array was connected to the heart, and the ten paths of murderous energy were like Zhang Yuankun’s ten fingers.

Being slashed by the knife energy, he screamed in such pain that it was unbearable.

In his mind, it felt as if each of his ten fingers was being relentlessly chopped by the long knife. The patterns on his hands burst one after another, and he was on the verge of being unable to hold on.

"Wind Blade Technique!"

Sister Hong shouted loudly, and her long knife suddenly chopped forward.

A ring of knife energy, reminiscent of Wind Fire Wheels, fiercely slashed towards Zhang Yuankun.

Zhang Yuankun, frightened, waved his hands frantically, creating a defensive barrier before him right away.

But the Wind Blade was too sharp, piercing through the defense with a splat, and slicing down from the top of Zhang Yuankun’s head.

Zhang Yuankun’s eyes bulged in disbelief as he grunted, "I, a Master of Spells, how could I possibly lose to you..."

Before his words were finished, a crack oozed blood on his head, and he fell backward with a thump, his head rolling onto the ground.

"Master!"

Two disciples stood by, petrified, lacking even the courage to protect their master.

Sister Hong’s long hair whipped wildly, her eyes blood-red as she glared at Third Master Shen and Long Fei, cursing, "Now, it’s your turn!"

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