The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard

Chapter 2383 - 2382: The Saint Master Emerges from Seclusion

Long Fei looked at these old cultivators and couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

These were once such proud people, now willing to submit under the Flame Emperor Palace.

In the face of the Demon Calamity, each of them abandoned even their own heritage.

From the mountain, the sound of drums echoed, and soon a group of disciples guarded a woman as she stepped into the void.

She was surrounded by immortal aura, gracefully descending.

Her white dress fluttered, like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

The group saw her and immediately clasped their fists and bowed, "Greetings, Saintess!"

The woman nodded slightly, her gaze moving to Long Fei, filled with a look of wonder.

Long Fei looked at her with a calm smile, "Yaoji Saintess, long time no see."

Yaoji Saintess was originally a Primordial Spirit Body, now using a Secret Technique to remold her flesh.

This body was extraordinary, looking transparent like jade, unstained by a hint of mundane aura.

Yaoji Saintess sized him up with a furrowed brow, "Sect Leader Long, since you’re here, why not enter through the main gate but trespass into our Flame Emperor Palace?"

Long Fei chuckled, "Who says I didn’t come through the main gate? I just entered through the main gate, but your people didn’t notice."

"So many years have passed, you haven’t changed a bit!"

Yaoji Saintess pursed her lips, chiding him, "What brings you to my Flame Emperor Palace?"

Long Fei said, "Here to settle a score!"

"Settle a score?"

Yaoji Saintess raised an eyebrow, "With whom?"

Long Fei said, "Your Saint Heir."

The crowd instantly stirred, their swords trembled violently, "Such audacity, how dare you disrespect the Saint Heir like this?"

"You scoundrel, you’re far too arrogant!"

"You dare to wreak havoc in our Flame Emperor Palace?"

"..."

A group of cultivators shouted and cursed.

Yaoji Saintess raised her hand, her face cold as she addressed Long Fei, "Long Fei, don’t go too far. We let you go back then not because we feared you."

Long Fei replied calmly, "I’m not going too far. Your Saint Heir, along with Elder Lei Zongcheng and Elder Feng Qinghong, first disrupted on my daughter’s birth day and the next day went to Jade Island to kill. Do you think this account shouldn’t be settled?"

"Did this happen?"

Yaoji Saintess looked at him with disbelief.

A maid behind her whispered softly, "Someone saw the Saint Heir hurriedly return just now and head to the Saint Master’s palace."

Yaoji Saintess furrowed her brows, momentarily at a loss as to what to say to Long Fei.

She knew of the Saint Heir’s character and also knew Long Fei wouldn’t come here without reason.

The matter was certainly true, but she hadn’t expected Long Fei to be so bold, coming here alone.

She advised Long Fei, "There must be some misunderstanding. I can take you to see the Saint Master to resolve this. But I must know, how do you intend to handle this?"

Long Fei replied calmly, "It’s very simple, kill the Saint Heir and give Jade Island and my wife an explanation."

"He’s mad, this brat is truly mad!"

"You scoundrel, do you know what you’re saying?"

"You brat, you dare utter such wild words!"

"..."

The crowd called out in shock, staring at Long Fei with faces full of surprise and disbelief, as their swords trembled three times.

Yaoji Saintess was also shocked, sharply reprimanding, "Long Fei, do you really think we are powerless against you?"

She was also taken aback, not knowing where Long Fei found the confidence to speak such words.

She saw Long Fei’s cultivation level was merely at the initial stage of the Mahayana Realm, even less than hers, let alone the Saint Master here.

Long Fei shook his head with a laugh, "Look at you, why so agitated? It’s just killing a Saint Heir, not your Saint Master. But if your Saint Master protects him, then I won’t care about any Human Race ties. I’ll deal with internal troubles first, and then the Demon Race!"

"You, you’re too audacious!"

Yaoji Saintess couldn’t believe it, this brat dared speak without restraint, getting more outrageous, even daring to slight the Saint Master.

She shouted lightly to the elders and disciples beside her, "Capture him!"

The elders and disciples instantly activated their magical weapons, filling the sky with a chaotic rain of treasures all crashing towards Long Fei.

"Look at you all, we were talking, why resort to violence?"

Long Fei shook his head, a surge of power erupted from him, transforming into a skyward storm, like a tsunami sweeping all directions.

The immense power tore through the void, shattering the descending magical treasures above.

The surrounding cultivators were swept by this force, like snowflakes crazily rushing outward.

Countless silhouettes crashed to the ground, erupting in squeals and wails like slaughtered pigs.

Over a thousand people were swept away by Long Fei’s force.

Yaoji Saintess shielded herself with a barrier of True Qi, warding off Long Fei’s sweeping wave.

Her long dress whirled, her waterfall-like black hair swayed, shocked that Long Fei could emit such an aura.

This level of cultivation was far beyond what the Mahayana Realm could achieve.

At first glance, it seemed like the arrival of the Saint Master.

From the mountain, a bell sounded.

Yaoji was about to act when a loud voice from the mountain rang out, "The Saint Master has arrived!"

The void was filled with red light, as a figure manifested from the light with a halo.

He appeared as a middle-aged man, black hair draping down, donned in a gray robe, with sharp eyes fixed on Long Fei.

Long Fei met his gaze, the two auras violently clashed in mid-air, a booming shockwave stirred up a black vortex.

"A mere Primordial Spirit imprint, daring to act boldly!"

Long Fei’s brows furrowed, he raised his fist and punched towards the Saint Master’s Primordial Spirit imprint.

In the void, a fist imprint surged out with the power of creation.

The Saint Master’s Primordial Spirit lifted his palm to form a massive black vortex, standing against the fist imprint in the void.

With a thunderous crash, the fist imprint hit the black vortex.

The void shattered, the earth trembled.

The black vortex barrier was crushed by the fist imprint.

The Saint Master’s Primordial Spirit imprint trembled violently, in the void torn apart by the force of the fist imprint.

Everyone in the city heard the commotion, saw the Saint Master’s image smashed to pieces, faces went pale, they all fell to the ground in disarray.

Yaoji Saintess was equally astonished, unable to believe the Saint Master couldn’t withstand this brat’s fist.

In the Flame Emperor Palace’s Saint Master’s hall, a burst of golden light exploded.

The void rolled with red light, the Celestial Venerable emerged, scattering all sorts of phenomena.

The Chaos Beast looked at the sky, grinned, "A mere Supreme Celestial Venerable, yet so lofty!"

Long Fei stood with hands behind, looking calmly at the sky.

Supreme Celestial Venerable, likely a top expert in the Nine Domains.

But he had slain even True Immortals, the Supreme Celestial Venerable is insignificant in his eyes.

The Saint Master striking such a pose, only then appeared in the void, like an immortal descending, overlooking from the heavens.

The cultivators in the city below all kneeled and called out loudly, "Greetings, Saint Master!"

They seemed like a flock of sheep raised in a pen, worshiping the Saint Master unconditionally.

At this moment, the entire city was silent, all the people genuinely worshiping their master.