The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

As Halvyr Briggs spoke these words, the surrounding space underwent a miraculous transformation, as if it had turned into countless mirror surfaces, with the middle-aged man trapped at the center of these mirrors.

Halvyr Briggs waved his hand casually, and a black light appeared out of thin air within the mirror array composed of countless mirrors, shooting toward the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man summoned his magical treasure, Spiritual Power surged wildly, and a yellowish light appeared on his body.

The middle-aged man blocked the black light, which ricocheted away, revealing its form—a sword.

The Black Sword shot straight out, hitting a mirror surface. Just as Carson Flores thought the mirror surface would shatter, the Black Sword pierced through and instantly disappeared.

As Carson Flores was shocked, a black spot appeared on one of the mirror surfaces, bursting forth and transforming into a Black Sword.

Two Black Swords!

The middle-aged man blocked once again, the Black Sword ricocheted out, again disappearing into the mirror, vanishing from sight.

The speed of the Black Sword was so fast that it left only two black lines in the air, seemingly tearing through space, leaving a Spatial Rift.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Sword appeared again, and this time, its number doubled once more.

Four Black Swords!

Exactly the same!

What’s the principle behind this?

A mirror image?

But judging by the violent collision when the middle-aged man blocked, these were clearly real.

The Black Sword continued to divide, continuing to double!

Eight Black Swords!

Sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four!

With Black Sword’s division reaching this extent, Carson Flores could hardly keep up—a series of Black Swords tearing through the void, randomly shooting into a space mirror after being dodged or blocked, then shooting out from another mirror, transforming into a line to strike the target.

The Black Swords swarmed, covering the space with a network of black lines, while the middle-aged man trapped at the center of the mirror array suffered.

Black Swords continuously bombarded him, his complexion visibly shifting from pale to a strange redness—in just one or two blinks, he began to show signs of injury.

Halvyr Briggs stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had no connection to the battlefield.

A pure bystander!

The middle-aged man roared, his body transforming into a Golden Light, carrying vast power as he charged toward the mirror in front.

He wanted to escape.

Being the previous Sect Hierarch, defeating him, killing him—it’s nothing but delusion!

No matter if escape fails, the news that Halvyr Briggs is alive must be sent out!

The middle-aged man collided with a huge mirror surface, and just when Carson Flores expected a massive energy collision, the middle-aged man silently penetrated the space mirror, disappearing.

In the next second, the middle-aged man was spat out from another mirror.

His fierce strike had disappeared, and he himself seemed unharmed, yet still trapped in the mirror array.

He also seemed confused by the situation, his face showing a moment of bewilderment, and even deeper fear.

Carson Flores was deeply shocked to see this.

Is Halvyr Briggs a Space System Great Power?

This miraculously created mirror array appears fragile, yet is unbreakable.

Who can withstand the furious assault of sixty-four Black Swords?

Carson Flores noticed that sixty-four Black Swords, seemingly duplicated, all held equally fierce power, each requiring the middle-aged man to exert his full strength to fend off.

Look at the middle-aged man’s plight, then at Halvyr Briggs standing with ease—the power dynamic is starkly clear.

Carson Flores gazed at the mirror array, pondering that if this array could enlarge, couldn’t he single-handedly trap many powerful opponents?

Judging by Halvyr Briggs’s relaxed demeanor, he seemed not to exert full strength, indicating this mirror array might hold greater power or other hidden tricks—perhaps merely an initial test!

In the mirror array, one Black Sword broke through the middle-aged man’s defense, piercing his arm.

The middle-aged man’s arm exploded into fragments in that instant, and as his defense faltered, one Black Sword after another struck him.

The middle-aged man’s body burst inch by inch, looking incredibly cruel.

As the middle-aged man’s chest exploded, his Primordial Spirit couldn’t resist, escaping from his body, transforming into a Golden Light, fleeing outside.

Yet this was futile; one second he dashed into the space mirror, the next he emerged from another space mirror—like entering from the front and bursting out from the back.

Nowhere to escape!

”Wait!”

Just as the middle-aged man’s Primordial Spirit was about to be shattered by the Black Swords, he cried out in terror, causing all the Black Swords to dive into the mirror simultaneously without emerging again, seemingly disappearing entirely at once.

Halvyr Briggs calmly asked, ”Who sent you, how many of you came?”