The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 504 - 503

Chapter 504: 503

This piece of news was more invigorating than any other, at least one wouldn’t have to stand there taking a beating, being at the mercy of someone else’s life-and-death decision was unbearable.

Seeing that Ye Tian could move, the person standing in the distance increased the frequency of unleashing Sword Qi. The previously gentle Sword Qi began to change its nature, not only did it become less gentle, but all sorts of sharp sword edges were all directed at Ye Tian. Wherever the sword edges pointed, there erupted fierce and matchless righteous Sword Qi, countless edges like the elongated crescents of the horizon, flickered and vanished in a blink, yet they smashed down ferociously towards Ye Tian.

Ye Tian, while waving his fingers, dodged east and weaved west, trying his best to evade these blades that could inflict severe damage to his body. Soon, he realized that passively taking hits was far from enough; if he couldn’t defeat that person, the threat he faced would only grow larger, and in the end, even preserving his life would be a difficult problem. Without further thought, taking advantage of a brief lull in the sword edges, Ye Tian sidestepped through the slender cracks between the blades. Unexpectedly, a chilling wind whipped up from the ground, more vexing than the sword edges because it could delay one’s steps for some time. This greatly reduced Ye Tian’s speed of movement, resulted in more swords striking his body, and the situation grew increasingly desperate; he really feared he might die here.

The sword-waving figure in the distance suddenly ceased, and the remaining blades in the air all flew towards Ye Tian, still showing no mercy as they slammed into him. Ye Tian could only neutralize them one by one with Panchen Finger, and for those he could not dispel, he had no choice but to roll on the ground. Although undignified, he could not care less at this point. The chairman once said, "The body is the capital of revolution," and one simply could not squander it at a time like this!

The entire space went completely quiet, the sword-bearing person stood in the distance, perhaps due to the wind, that person’s clothes fluttered up, catching the effect of gossamer lifted by the breeze, together with that head of disheveled hair. But the face remained unclear, one could only see the silhouette standing there, and the protruding sword at their side, slender and sharp, glinting with a cold light.

Ye Tian, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling slightly, was still strenuously regulating his breathing. But the power of the Panchen Finger was simply too immense, and it consumed a substantial amount of Spiritual Power. If not for the support of the Nine Emperor Bell, relying solely on his own body, he would have been completely drained long ago. The Nine Emperor Bell, originally meant to absorb the essence of Ye Tian’s body, complemented each other; now they were tied together in mutual struggle. Ye Tian touched his right wrist and silently spoke in his heart, "Boss, you’ve got to pull through for me, I’ve wronged you in the past, but let the bygones be bygones and help me get past this hurdle, okay?"

Perhaps truly having heard Ye Tian’s words, a warm sensation spread through Ye Tian’s body, greatly dissipating the cold chill brought about by the underground wind.

With a loud "clang," the sword-bearer opposite swiftly charged over, the blade of the sword instantly lengthened significantly, dragging on the ground and sparking in succession. A fierce pressure transmitted from afar — even though the person had not yet arrived, this imposing force almost toppled Ye Tian over.

His legs braced behind him, slightly bent, used this posture to withstand the oncoming force of the impact, eyes staring directly into the strong winds rushing toward him, squinting slightly as they struggled to remain open, left hand shielding the eyes, while the right hand’s two fingers were rapidly gathering strength.

The Panchen Two Fingers, if properly powered and with profound cultivation, could look down upon the world’s second-tier experts, invincible in every respect, overwhelming in might. Should one encounter a top-tier expert, one might also fight to the death, but more often than not, it would result in defeat rather than victory; in the best case scenario, one could only hope to emerge alive from a desperate situation.

The people who wander the ends of the earth with a sword in hand only exist in martial arts novels; Ye Tian does not yearn to be such a person, nor does he wish to encounter them. Those from the worldly society carry with them an aura too intense, ready to stake their lives on a fight at any moment. They seem heroic but are actually foolish to the extreme; apart from needlessly losing their lives, they serve no other purpose.

The wise never venture into a losing trade, and the clever Ye Tian has always considered himself to be among the wise.

The power accumulating between his fingers grew heavier, and as the oppressive feeling drew near, Ye Tian’s heart also became increasingly heavy. Despite constantly reminding himself not to be affected by his opponent, the pressure was simply too overwhelming. It wasn’t just a physical burden, but also mental; under this dual assault, it would have been good enough not to lie flat on the ground. Standing here was nothing short of a miracle.

However, this miracle was evidently not significant enough, at least not to the extent that it would earn a serious look from others.

Sparks flew off the ground, and suddenly, a furious roar erupted from the opposite side, "Roar!" Like the rage of a wild beast, in the blink of an eye, the long sword grew tenfold, sweeping up into the air. The radiance emanating from the entire sword instantly ignited the entire space, far brighter and clearer than the beam of golden light from the Panchen Second Finger just before. This sword stroke allowed Ye Tian to clearly see his surrounding space; it really was just an expanse of black emptiness. Even with the rumored light, it was impossible to illuminate everything here. The ground was made of black transparent material that rippled like the surface of a lake when stepped on, sending out ripples in circles. The darkness was the same all around, a transparent blackness, like mysterious glass, its nature uncertain to the touch.

With the ripples under his feet growing denser, Ye Tian knew that the person opposite was getting closer to him.

As the circles of ripples began to overlap, the dozens of feet long giant sword was already swinging down, aiming straight for his head.

Two inches of sharp edge had emerged from the tips of Ye Tian’s fingers, a cutting edge so keen that even the back of his hand started to feel the heat.

When his mind and spirit became one, Ye Tian suddenly took a step forward. The sword qi followed his fingertips, stirring up a whirlwind, while the black lake surface below rippled, echoing waves of desolation. What a vastly disproportionate confrontation!

Two inches of sharpness versus the giant sword, tens of feet long; when they clashed, they caused a shocking surge of waves. The black lake beneath did not stir up towering tides, but the waves within Ye Tian’s heart were far larger than any tumultuous waves.

This sword strike, Ye Tian understood very clearly, he hadn’t even touched the edge of the giant sword’s sharpness. Merely approaching the giant sword, his entire body was blown away by the enormous sword qi, thrown dozens of meters away like a kite with its string cut, crashing onto the lake’s surface. And when the giant sword descended again, the tip ironically pointed at him, with the hand gripping the hilt dominatingly aiming at him. If the other willed it, Ye Tian’s life could be lost in this space at any moment.