The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard

Chapter 2597: Chapter 2595: Capsizing in the Gutter

This monk, though dressed in the Buddhist way, was full of dark energy.

Wu Song knew the gap in cultivation level between them was too large. He gripped the arrowhead in his hand and secretly communicated with An Daoquan, "Doctor An, you go first, I’ll hold him off for a while. Once you’re in the city, do whatever you can to save my brother’s life."

Unexpectedly, these words were intercepted by Arid Mountain Itinerant Monk. Before An Daoquan could move, the monk let out a cold laugh, "Don’t dream, no one will leave here tonight."

When they were five hundred steps apart, Arid Mountain Itinerant Monk had already taken off the skull chain from his neck.

He stroked it, muttering mysteriously, "You are hungry too, go have some appetizers first!"

The string of skulls emitted a chilling laugh and flashed a ring of blood light in the air, covering above Wu Song and An Daoquan’s heads.

The skulls, originally the size of a child’s fist, grew to over a dozen meters in size in the air, like small mountains surrounding the two.

Wu Song raised his hand to release a dart, shooting at one of the skulls like a small mountain.

This True Immortal level golden arrowhead struck the skull head, as if hitting a wall of copper and iron, producing a clanging sound and sparking in the air.

The golden arrowhead bounced back, caught firmly by Wu Song.

An Daoquan exclaimed in panic, "It’s over, it’s over, what are these skulls made of, how can they be so hard?"

Wu Song was bewildered as well; the arrowhead in his hand was a True Immortal Magic Weapon that had always been invincible against enemies.

Yet now, striking this skull yielded no reaction at all.

Arid Mountain Itinerant Monk’s voice quickly came through, "Put away your tricks, these skulls are refined from Devil Bone of the Northern Jambu Continent. Unbreakable by Vajra, unaffected by fire. Even True Immortal Magic Treasures are useless against them. If it weren’t for wanting to make Blood Spirits out of you, Buddha Master wouldn’t waste efforts on you!"

Each skull opened its large mouth, and from inside, a gust of blood mist emerged, enveloping Wu Song and An Daoquan.

Wu Song used the Essential Qi Barrier to cover him and An Daoquan, feeling helpless, lamenting in his heart, "The people in the city have yet to be saved, and here we die, I, Wu the second, am not willing."

An Daoquan, however, remained calm, sitting on the ground, saying, "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. I’ve enjoyed all the happiness I deserve in this life, dying without regret! Yet never thought, I’d die at the hands of this wicked monk, unable to find relief in death, yet to become a Blood Spirit for him!"

Wu Song similarly frustrated, struggled to maintain the Essential Qi Barrier, as sounds of wails and howls like many ghosts were heard outside.

One after another, Yin Malevolence Blood Light continuously consumed his Essential Qi, like a basin of cold water pouring over him.

Arid Mountain Itinerant Monk sat sipping wine outside, calmly harvesting the lives of Wu Song and An Daoquan.

It was long heard Wu Family’s second son had extraordinary flesh and blood, seeing today it was indeed true.

A normal person would have long turned into Blood Qi inside.

With his refined 108-piece Witch Tribe Skull Blood Spirit Formation, he could even refine True Immortals.

At this moment, a person carrying a fortune-telling signboard happened to walk up from behind.

He looked at the hundred colossal bones forming an array and let out a muffled shout, "Evil spirit thing, such a heavy Yin Malevolence Qi?"

He pulled out a fan from his hand and waved it toward the white bone array in front.

The fan brought a mass of crimson light, like a solar storm rolling forward.

The blood mist surging from the bones exploded with a muffled boom and evaporated into white mist dispersing away.

"Open!"

He raised his hand and fanned again, sweeping like the autumn wind over fallen leaves, hurling all 108 Witch Tribe skulls backward.

Wu Song and An Daoquan were sitting with closed eyes waiting for death, not knowing the blood energy around them suddenly dissipated.

Surprised, they looked back, eyes fixed on the Daoist behind them.

This Daoist was dressed in a gray robe, disheveled hair, looking ragged, holding a stick, resembling an itinerant swindler, and moreover, a fallen swindler.

Arid Mountain Itinerant Monk was startled, shivering all over from the gust, revealing the Golden Body Dharma Laksana to stabilize himself.

After the wind subsided, he widened his eyes, glaring at the Daoist before him.

Beside him, his Zen Staff rose buzzing, gripped in his hand as he shouted at the Daoist, "Who are you? Dare to meddle in my business?"

The Daoist stroked his beard and introduced, "Monk, don’t get agitated, I’m just a wandering Daoist, not intending to interfere with your business. It’s just that your Magical Treasure harms the heavens, so I take action to keep you from falling into the Devil’s Path later."

"Arrogant! Buddha Master’s matter needs no meddling from you!"

Arid Mountain Itinerant Monk was infuriated, swelling his belly in anger, wielding the 800-pound Water-Milled Zen Staff, swinging it at the Daoist.

The Golden Body Arhat of the Buddhist Sect, with strength of ten thousand jin.

The Zen Staff smashed in the air, sinking the sky around them, emitting a heavy hum.

The Daoist was no hard man, swiftly retreating, shouting, "Talk if you want, why resort to blows?"

While retreating, he flicked the feather fan in his hand, summoning five flames sweeping towards Arid Mountain Itinerant Monk.

The monk’s Zen Staff crashed into the ground, creating a big pit, hurriedly sitting to transform into the Golden Body to resist the flames.

He sneered disdainfully within the flames, "Buddha Master is long unbreakable by Golden Body, do you think this little flame can burn Buddha Master?"

Before he finished his words, he sensed something unusual.

This flame could indeed burn soul and erode bone, causing his spirit to fluctuate intensely.

He roared anxiously, "You bizarre Daoist, what is this flame?"

The Daoist fanned himself coolly, smiling faintly, "This is a gift from my master, your status isn’t worthy to know."

"I will kill you!"

The Great Monk sprang up, clutching the Zen Staff, leaping into the air attempting to escape the flames.

Who knew, the five flames transformed into five divine birds following up, pouncing on the monk in the air, with a booming sound reducing him to dust.

What Golden Body of the Buddhist Sect, like paper against these flames.

He died in unwillingness, roaring even in the air, "I refuse, I refuse!"

Wu Song and An Daoquan stood paralyzed, entirely frightened by this Daoist.

As the Daoist approached carrying his signboard, the two quickly clasped their fists, kneeling with one knee, "Thank you, master, for saving us!"

The Daoist helped them up, softly laughing, "No need for such courtesy, I just happened to be passing by. Might I ask, is the city ahead Yang Valley Pass?"

Wu Song nodded, curiously asking, "Does Mr. Taoist have business in Yang Valley Pass?"

The Daoist chuckled, "Nothing significant, just carrying a message from a friend for someone named Wu Song."

Wu Song and An Daoquan exchanged glances, exclaiming in surprise, "I am Wu Song!"

The Daoist sized him up, bursting into laughter, "It seems we are fated indeed."

Introducing himself to them, "I am Wuu Yong, a Liangshan Island Disciple. I have a younger martial nephew named Song Bohu, who was once the Great Tiger Might King of Jingyang Mountain."

"It’s him!"

Wu Song’s eyes widened instantly, asking the Daoist, "What does he want?"

Wuu Yong waved his fan, smiling casually, "He asked me to tell you, the feud of killing one’s son is irreconcilable. But now he is a cultivator, he has to let go of worldly grudges to pursue the great path. He asked me to meet you, and sever a tie with one blow, ending your karma."

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