The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 780 - 0: Bringing Things to an End

At that thought, Witte’s red wings behind him fluttered, and he suddenly lunged towards Lin Jiahui.

Lin Jiahui had just mutated and wasn’t able to use his supernatural abilities yet.

He was fiercely tackled by Witte, hitting the ground with a thump, as Witte grabbed his arm and pressed him down hard.

Everyone else was stunned, and the members of the motorcycle gang who had come with Lin Jiahui cried out, "Baron Witt, what are you doing?"

Luordan had also successfully mutated at this moment, with the lowest rank of black wings springing from his back, and he bellowed at Witte, "Baron Witt, do you intend to kill one of your own kind?"

Baron Witt laughed arrogantly, "Kindred? What a joke. You’re nothing but servants to the Blood Clan, and this Oriental has malicious intentions. This Baron intends to eradicate this calamity for the Blood Clan in advance!"

His hand reached down, and with a swoosh he drew forth a silver longsword.

The blade shook off, surrounded by black mist.

He thrust the sword towards Lin Jiahui’s back, where the heart was located, a thrust through there would turn Lin Jiahui into a blood dance.

At this moment, Lin Jiahui instinctively let out a roar and suddenly clapped his brown wings together.

The Silver Sword, pointing downwards, was repelled back with a thud.

Witte was taken aback, feeling a formidable force strike him.

Lin Jiahui’s body slammed into him, and his Baron’s physique was sent flying off.

With a loud crash, Witte struck the stage, shattering the stone-built platform.

Lin Jiahui stood up, eyes red with fury as he roared at Witte, "I treated you with the utmost respect, as befits a Baron, and this is how you treat me?"

Intimidated by his momentum, Witte knew the vast chasm that lay between Barons and Viscounts in strength was too great.

He tried to persuade Lin Jiahui, "Oriental, you’ve just joined the Blood Clan, don’t be so brutish, or I will surely complain about you to the Elders."

Lin Jiahui cursed in anger, "You try to kill me and call me brutish? Today’s celebration, we’ll take you as an offering for the sacrifice!"

His wings flapped, and his arm surged out towards Witte with tremendous force.

It was his first time controlling such extraordinary power after the mutation.

"Insolent Oriental!"

Witte cursed, shouting at the other newly mutated Blood Clan members, "Let’s kill this Rebel together, and I’ll speak for you in our ancestral lands."

The crowd despised his arrogance, and not a single person helped him.

With a bang, Lin Jiahui’s fist collided with his.

Witte’s arm snapped, breaking into two like dry twigs from the impact, crying out in agony.

Seeing the bad turn of events, he fluttered his wings, attempting to flee.

Lin Jiahui was not about to let him escape; his brown wings vibrated, and with great speed, he kicked Witte in the back, sending him crashing down from the air, forming a deep pit in the ground.

Feeling the breath of death, Witte desperately pleaded, "Oriental, you might have the body of a Viscount, but you’re not awarded the title yet. If you kill me now, the Blood Clan will never accept you."

"That’s none of your concern!"

Lin Jiahui, consumed by fury, was not about to spare the man who tried to kill him.

His struggle to become stronger was so that he would no longer be threatened or bullied.

He smashed down his fist, and with a loud crunch, it broke through Witte’s red wings and punched a hole through his body.

As long as their hearts were unharmed, Blood Clan members were incredibly tenacious.

Despite the dire situation, Witte struggled, flapping his wings for help, "I am the emissary of the Blood Sacrifice Festival, you cannot kill me!"

Lin Jiahui clutched his arm, and his teeth had already pierced through Witte’s neck.

The blood of the Baron surged into his body, giving him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction as he felt every bone within him rapidly expand with a crackling sound.

He had only drunk a little before he threw Witte’s body aside and shouted to Luordan, "Drink his blood, and you shall gain supreme power."

Luordan and the Street Riot Gang were already in league with him, and seeing their own become a Viscount so formidable, they knew he’d surely watch over them in the future.

The others were still hesitant, but they soon rushed forward to voraciously bite into Witte’s neck.

Witte lay dying, his eyes filled with resentment as he glared at Lin Jiahui. His body was quickly drained of all sustenance.

In a moment, the hundred newly transformed members of the Blood Clan all awoke.

A sea of black wings burst forth, and they all knelt on one knee before Lin Jiahui shouting, "We wish to follow His Excellency the Viscount."

The atmosphere grew dark and sinister, chilling to the bone.

Lin Jiahui bared his fangs with a pleased smile on his face, and ordered Luordan, "Luordan, drag the people out of the car. I want to use their blood to offer a sacrifice to Satan and complete our ritual."

"Yes!"

Luordan cricked his neck, flexed his muscles, and led a group of winged Street Riot Gang members over.

Lin Shanshan said, "Look, he still won’t let us go."

"Then we’ll have to kill them!"

Lin Yingying’s eyes turned cold as ice. She didn’t wait for them to approach but took the initiative to open the car door and get out, followed by the others.

Luordan thought they were trying to escape and waved for his men to immediately surround them on all sides.

Some were still not used to their wings, and one of them flapped awkwardly, crashing into the ground.

Their comical appearance made Lin Yingying and the others burst into laughter.

Luordan yelled, "Easterners, you should feel honored that you will soon become a sacrifice to Satan. This is your glory. Accept it obediently, and perhaps down below, Satan will allow you to become servants. If you dare resist, you’ll have only death to face."

Long Fei and Chu Feng looked at each other and laughed. After killing so many of the Blood Clan, this was the first time they had encountered such a lowly Blood Servant threatening them.

Their laughter enraged the Blood Clan, who considered themselves sacred.

They closed in from all directions, a dark mass that surrounded Long Fei and the others with no way out.

"You dare threaten my masters?"

Sophia and Soria shouted, and silver wings unfurled behind them.

Their dazzling color lit up the night.

A powerful aura burst forth, causing the surrounding Blood Clan to widen their eyes in horror and step back in fear.

Silver Wing Marquis, they never expected to encounter a Blood Clan Marquis here.

The Sophia Sisters had drunk from Marquis William’s blood and, with the aid of Chu Feng’s Pills, evolved with ease.

Between a Blood Servant and a Marquis, the difference was as vast as heaven and earth.

This innate fear from their bloodline made even Luordan’s legs weaken, his fangs exposed as he growled lowly, not even having the courage to retort.

He finally understood why these people didn’t resist and obediently followed them, realizing that they were the true powerhouses.

"Make way!"

Sophia shouted, and the Blood Clan crowd parted to each side.

Lin Yingying and Lin Shanshan looked coldly at Lin Jiahui as they walked out and said disappointedly, "Lin Jiahui, you really went to great lengths to deal with us. Since that’s the case, let’s settle this today!"

Lin Jiahui was also intimidated by the Sophia Sisters, not expecting Lin Yingying and her group to have such powerful allies.

He instinctively took a step back, his brown wings unfurling as he tried to maintain a calm facade and cursed, "You two Lin family dames, I’m now a Viscount of the Blood Clan, killing you is as easy as squashing an ant. If you have the guts, come at me yourself; I’ll let you finish this."

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