The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard

On Liangshan Island, the welcoming procession hadn’t returned yet when a group of uninvited guests showed up first.

A young man, dressed in yellow robes and wearing a golden crown, boldly sat in the main seat of the wedding, casually drinking and eating.

The Demon Kings were laid out by him, and behind him were a group of ocean demons from the Sea Dragon Clan.

These people clashed with the little demons of Liangshan Island outside, turning the originally perfect wedding scene into a ruin.

The Bald Dog, furious, set up a small star formation with his men, trapping them all inside.

Chu Feng led his people to surround the young man who was eating and drinking at the main seat.

He was eating the meat on the table heartily, spat a bone at Chu Feng, and sighed, "I didn’t expect to find such delicious food in a small place like yours. Tell me, what did you put in this dish to make it so fragrant?"

"You really deserve a beating with that attitude!"

Chu Feng directly bent his bow and released an arrow at him.

The black feather arrow tore through the void, buzzing as it went. Its immense power flipped over tables and chairs as it streaked towards the young man in the blink of an eye.

The young man raised his hand to catch it, and the arrow rotated fiercely in his palm, producing a crackling sound like firecrackers in the surrounding void.

"You are so impolite!"

The young man gave Chu Feng a sinister smile, tightened his grip, and held Chu Feng’s arrow in his hand.

Wang Jie and Murong Chong, watching from the side, were shocked, realizing they had encountered a master.

They were well aware of the power of Chu Feng’s Overlord Bow.

It could shatter a mountain with one shot, yet this young man grasped it effortlessly.

"Return!"

Chu Feng raised his hand, made a sword gesture, and shouted. A black domain exploded around the arrow.

He raised his hand to retrieve the arrow, taking it back from the young man’s grasp.

The young man lifted his cup, took a sip, and laughed coldly, "Interesting, not many can catch my attention, and you are one of them."

Chu Feng asked sharply, "Cut the crap, mention your name. I don’t kill nameless bastards."

The young man stared at him, chuckling softly, "My name is only worth the ears of the one who calls himself the Eastern Emperor. Is that you?"

"Arrogant to the extreme!"

Chu Feng raised his hand and wielded a long black spear, sweeping towards him like a roaming dragon.

The young man’s hand, like an eagle claw, reached into the air to seize the black spear.

He grabbed it forcefully, trying to snatch it from Chu Feng’s grasp.

This shock caused the spear to buzz and whine.

Chu Feng’s hands trembled, the floor tiles beneath his feet shattered, and he fiercely swung the spear around.

The immense spear force swept the young man, whirling him into the air.

"With just this skill, do you dare to kick the door of my Liangshan Island?"

His Witch Tribe body surged with blood qi, instantly igniting a battle spirit, and the spear in his hand shook down violently.

The tremendous force made the young man’s right hand let go.

The spear then withdrew like a black whip, striking toward the young man’s body.

"Good spear technique!"

The young man exclaimed in mid-air, and with a flick, wielded a golden spear that wrapped around Chu Feng’s Overlord Spear.

The two spear forces collided in mid-air with a loud explosion, unleashing a whirlwind and a fire pillar over ten meters high.

Even with Chu Feng’s Witch Tribe bloodline, his body shuddered under the massive force.

The Witch Tribe bloodline grows stronger when faced with strong opponents.

Chu Feng hadn’t encountered such an adversary in a long time, and his battle spirit surged, shouting to the skies, "Bring it on!"

He raised his spear and instantly engaged the young man in battle, like thunder, making the air resound with continuous booms.

Murong Chong and Wang Jie below watched intently, their long swords drawn, wary of any unexpected events.

At this time, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas returned with the wedding procession. Upon landing, they urgently shouted, "Quick, quick, an enemy has come, hurry your Emperor to prepare for battle!"

The booming noises in the air soon caught their attention.

The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas slumped to the ground, exclaiming in shock, "How did the enemy actually get here?"

The Yunmeng Marsh Dragon King hurriedly approached, urgently scanning the rear, "Where are the children? Why aren’t they here?"

The Dragon Mother covered her face, crying, "My daughter, my daughter was killed by the intruder!"

"What?"

The Yunmeng Marsh Dragon King’s eyes widened, nearly fainting.

Across the sea, flashes of mysterious light.

The Little Kylin and companions returned, and upon landing, their eyes were fixed on the battle in the sky.

Ao Jie’s eyes were bloodshot, drawing his longsword and shouting, "Where are the Sea Dragon Clan’s rascals?"

The Black Dragon King came over, pointing at the formation, quickly explaining, "The Dog Master has already trapped him in the formation with his men."

Ao Jie, without a word, entered the formation with his sword.

The Little Kylin exchanged glances with his siblings and shouted at the Black Dragon King, "What are you waiting for? Set the formation immediately, this wretch will not escape today!"

The Black Dragon King nodded repeatedly, immediately ordering the island’s bronze bell to be rung.

A group of little demons quickly brought out formation flags and, under the Demon King’s leadership, swiftly activated the formation.

The guests who had come to Liangshan Island to drink wine, fearing for their own safety, retreated to the lake, watching the commotion from afar.

Someone gloated loudly, "Did you hear? The daughter of the East Sea Dragon King seems to have been killed!"

"What, the bride is dead?"

"Oh my, who has such guts? Not even giving face to the new Eastern Emperor?"

"I heard it seems to be people from the Sea Dragon Clan!"

The crowd was in a tumult, "No wonder, that’s it!"

"The Sea Dragon King lost his son, surely he wants revenge!"

"That young man definitely isn’t from the Sea Dragon Clan; they don’t have such skills!"

"..."

The crowd discussed vigorously; no one knew the young man’s identity.

The Little Kylin and company seized the opportunity, and their five Emperor Swords united, striking towards the young man’s back.

The Emperor Sword defied the heavens, piercing a black area on the young man’s back, vibrating the void with a fierce tremor.

The great Heavenly Dao Laws were torn apart for a moment by these five Emperor Swords.

Yet, the young man’s body only rippled before swiftly dodging away, distancing himself from Chu Feng.

His eyes fixed on the Little Kylin and others, showing a hint of surprise.

The Little Kylin and companions retracted their swords, equally shocked, "How can this be?"

This sword strike could kill a Superior Immortal, no problem.

But hitting the young man yielded no reaction.

The young man laughed coldly, "Good, very good, this is becoming more interesting."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Chu Feng advanced with his spear, not yet satisfied with the battle.

The young man, however, didn’t give him a chance. He flung the object behind him violently, resembling a long cloth slicing through the air with ripples, drawing Chu Feng into it.

"Second Uncle!"

The Little Kylin and others’ eyes widened, anxiously shouting.

The young man stared at them, coldly sneering, "Don’t worry, you’ll all join him soon!"

He tossed the object in his hand into the sky, and the ripples on its surface quickly spread out, forming a circle of black above Liangshan Island.

An enormous devouring force swept down from the sky, like a monster opening its mouth wide, frantically sucking everything below.