The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 544 - 543

Chapter 544: 543

Only two hundred steps remained, yet this single step proved to be more difficult than before;

Leaping once more, another hundred steps were crossed, but this time something even larger than before emerged.

A giant dragon that scorned the heavens, no, it was a Vast Jiao.

The centipede may die, but it will not stiffen; the two unicorns that were just slain ahead had recombined into this Vast Jiao, even more massive in size, its emanating deathly aura even more intense. However, Ye Tian, clutching his three-foot green blade, would not retreat. As the Sword Qi met resistance, it grew stronger, its golden edge even more brilliant, slicing through the diving Vast Jiao with one strike, shattering the immense demonic barrier, and Ye Tian, soaring in the air, saw the shadowy figure standing behind, just a hundred steps away.

Plunging from the sky, unexpectedly, he was caught between the Vast Jiao’s reassembled fragments of flesh, and considering the Vast Jiao’s regenerative pace, wouldn’t he be truly swallowed whole by it!

Shangjia Moti, standing less than a hundred steps away, revealed a sinister and venomous look in his eyes. Flipping his palm, a white insect tumbled merrily in the center of his hand, plump and seemingly adorable, but who could know that this was the Ice Worm, the King of Hundred Gu.

Since my Ice Worm met its end at your hands, it is only natural that you pay with your life.

Ye Tian was bound but caught a glimpse of the white object in the hands of the State Preceptor—that was the lifesaving item for Tang Su!

Ye Tian, as if possessed, frantically waved the three-foot green blade between his fingers. Though the Panchen Finger was indeed powerful, the Vast Jiao was also surely Shangjia Moti’s trump card, its might no less than that of the Panchen Finger. The two forces clashed, yet neither prevailed. Poor Ye Tian could only be endlessly trapped within the Vast Jiao’s body in midair.

Meanwhile, on the other side was the little monk, ferociously wielding his Zen Stick, his only remaining reliance, as if to make clear his predicament to others. This innocent and kind little monk had no choice but to fiercely swing his Zen Stick, comically repeating "Amitabha, all is well."

Who knows where the Buddha is for someone as kind as him in this world, and what that sigh of "all is well" was for?

"Benefactor, let me help you!"

Seeing that he had repelled the first wave of insects, the little monk suddenly fancied himself a savior, a grand image of eradicating evils and upholding righteousness, carrying his Zen Stick and running towards Ye Tian. Yet in his excitement, he neglected to watch his step, tripped over a crab that came out of nowhere, and face-planted onto the ground, ending up with his face in the mud.

The little monk smacked his lips, realizing his mouth was filled with a centipede, and spat it out, carrying on with his Zen Stick like a pickaxe, running forward. Seeing Ye Tian still struggling violently in midair, the slightest thought of fleeing vanished from his mind, intent only on rescuing Ye Tian from the great beast. It’s a marvel how the compassionate Buddha inspired such determination in the little monk. However, even the Buddha has his moments of prankishness.

Intending to save Ye Tian, he hadn’t expected the Vast Jiao to spot a sliver of vitality in his running figure, and with a swipe of its tail, enveloped by countless insect remains, a towering wave surged forward, with the person carrying the Zen Stick at the forefront of that wave—the little monk.

If it were just a tidal wave, at worst, people would drown, but the fact that these towering waves were filled with the remnants of Gu insects meant death by drowning was the least of their worries; it would be a death by choking alive!

The little monk, scared out of his wits by what he imagined, ran even faster, the earlier thought of rescuing people completely vanished from his mind, now only hoping for a decent, comfortable way to die. Ye Tian, trembling in mid-air amidst his struggle with Vast Jiao, saw this scene and deeply regretted not having sent him away earlier. Without considering the tentacle-like gaze of Vast Jiao hitting him, he swung his three-foot green blade toward the surging giant wave on the ground. A massive golden light collided with the giant wave, a thunderous booming noise ensued, deafening, the little monk could only squat on the ground with his ears covered, even at that moment not forgetting to throw away the Zen Stick.

The old monk standing outside was not in a rush but inwardly cursed, thinking this kid was a blockhead with no sense, are you stupid? Run, quick!

The situation in the field took a drastic turn. Ye Tian was struck by a whisker of the Vast Jiao and fell straight from the sky. The little monk reached out to catch him but accidentally knocked over the Zen Stick, so he turned around to pick it up. By the time he had the Zen Stick in hand, behind him came a thud; turning back, he saw Ye Tian’s body lying flat on the ground.

"Benefactor, how are you!"

The little monk ran over anxiously but saw Ye Tian lifting his head, his face covered with bits of crushed insect corpses. Ye Tian wiped his face, "Not dead yet!"

The little monk was stupefied by this gesture and began to retch, but he turned away to do so, not letting Ye Tian see. Ye Tian, who was annoyed and considered him a burden, saw his trembling figure and his irritation faded, thinking to himself, damn, what a polite and good kid!

Suddenly, within the Barrier, there was a violent shaking. The little monk wobbled, but Ye Tian behind him reached out and steadied him.

"I’ll get you out first, can you please not cause more trouble?"

Ye Tian was about to move forward, pulling the little monk’s hand, but felt that the person behind him was not following, "I cannot leave, good and evil cannot coexist!"

Ye Tian was speechless.

"And, you just saved my life; how can I leave you here to fight alone? No, I must stand by your side!"

Ye Tian wanted to cry, "Brother, my ancestors! I’m begging you, can you please go outside and rest for a bit? I’ll come to find you later, okay?"

The little monk was unyielding. Seeing the fresh blood flowing from Ye Tian’s shoulder, his conviction became even stronger. He saw it very clearly, if it wasn’t for turning back to save him, Ye Tian would not have been injured at all. In other words, Ye Tian was injured because of him.

The Vast Jiao turned back and dove again, stirring up a violent wind carrying malevolence, sweeping towards them. Ye Tian was about to pull the little monk in front of him to the back, but a moment too late, as the little monk had already rushed forward, the Golden Rings on the Golden Lacquer Nine Dragon Zen Stick swaying fiercely in the wind, the clear sound intensifying the already tense situation. The Zen Stick dragged on the ground, casting several golden sparkles, a beautiful sight!