The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Despicable, two against one!

Carson Flores made himself light as a cloud, lifeless, quietly lurking in midair.

Watching the Slaying Immortal Technique being easily shattered by several sword lights, Carson’s heart trembled.

That’s too powerful!

The Slaying Immortal Technique that could trap dozens of Superior Grade Great Land Primordial Immortals was easily broken by just a few swords from the Master of Path.

Snow Zane’s terrifying Time Divine Ability, capable of crushing a group of Peak Great Land True Immortals, was also helpless against the Master of Path and Cyrveth McCarty.

The altar in Cyrveth McCarty’s hand was formidable!

The Heaven-devouring Altar, it can truly devour the heavens!

Carson had seen magical treasures with similar functions, but the Heaven-devouring Altar in Cyrveth McCarty’s hand was the real artifact.

It should be an Innate Spiritual Treasure, right?

Quasi-Saint plus Innate Spiritual Treasure, who can withstand such power?

The Ethereal Pagoda is also an Innate Spiritual Treasure, and it’s an exceptionally rare one with an Artifact Spirit, yet Carson’s strength was clearly insignificant compared to these big shots. Over the years, he hadn’t dared to reveal the Ethereal Pagoda.

People’s hearts are unpredictable; who knows if the revenge-driven Snow Zane would kill him to steal the Ethereal Pagoda?

For revenge, she’d dare to do anything, let alone kill one more person.

Seeing Snow Zane trapped under the Azure Cauldron, unable to escape, fighting against two, Carson’s heart sank instantly.

It’s over!

Snow Zane’s probably going to perish here.

Though Carson wished to help, he was powerless. His strength, perhaps arrogant in front of ordinary Immortals, was insignificant against the Master of Path and Cyrveth McCarty, both Quasi-Saints. They probably didn’t need to do anything—just a glance—would be enough to instantly kill Carson.

Snow Zane single-handedly could easily kill many Superior Grade Great Land Primordial Immortals, yet the Master of Path and Cyrveth McCarty were even more ruthless. Carson was nothing before them.

Carson inwardly despised the Master of Path and sympathized with Snow Zane, but being less powerful gives him no choice.

The battle below became more brutal. The Master of Path saw Snow Zane summoning War Slaves, attempting to break the barrier of the Azure Cauldron and escape, so he showed no mercy, sword light flying from his hand.

Each powerful War Slave was like papier-mâché in front of the Master of Path, being slaughtered one after another.

This scene made Carson’s scalp tingle!

These were Great Land Primordial Immortals!

Any one of them could dominate and rule even the smallest Immortal Domains, even in the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, they were top-notch. Yet before Carson’s eyes, they were like chickens and ducks ready to be slaughtered by the Master of Path’s sword without mercy.

The stillness of time shattered completely due to Snow Zane’s injuries, the entire space disturbed by the Heaven-devouring Altar, pulling everything like a gale, returning to normal.

The Heaven-devouring Altar floated in midair, its powerful suction spreading towards Snow Zane and the remaining War Slaves.

Despair reflected in Snow Zane’s eyes. She stood abruptly, her aura surged, letting out a heartrending roar.

With this roar, space around Snow Zane’s center froze again, but this time it wasn’t complete stillness, but an intercrossing trembling.

This wasn’t space trembling, but a visual effect caused by the Wheel of Time. Those Three-legged Golden Crows flying in the air turned to ashes in a blink, vanishing.

The Three-legged Golden Crows were fire attribute spells in shape; their disappearance meant only one thing: exhaustion of spiritual power.

Clearly a blink, yet within the Wheel of Time, they might have burned for so long that their spiritual power was entirely depleted, causing them to vanish.

The Master of Path and Cyrveth McCarty were both enveloped, not just them, even the remaining War Slaves were enveloped.

The Time Domain engulfed the entire Azure Cauldron’s barrier, and terrifying changes appeared instantly on the War Slaves, rapidly aging, their flesh seemingly sucked out, suddenly aged, their skin lost its luster, wrinkled and withered.

The Master of Path and Cyrveth McCarty also suffered; even the immensely powerful Heaven-devouring Altar seemed to lose its potency.

The Master of Path sent out several sword lights continuously, but the sword lights disappeared into the air quickly, just as each instance of golden light appeared, more blood oozed from Snow Zane’s mouth.

Watching this, Carson was shocked yet couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; Snow Zane was desperate now.

This move was probably what she intended to use against the Master of Path, but now, severely injured, facing two, it was obviously more than she could handle.

Snow Zane’s finished.

After this burst, it’s probably Snow Zane’s end.

Just when Carson was deeply regretful, he suddenly sensed something, turning his head to see two figures sneaking behind another cloud, like phantoms, silently observing the battle below, just like him.

More people?

From the Myriad Immortals Palace?

Carson was astounded and uncertain inside, scrutinizing carefully, then his eyes widened in surprise.

How could it be him?