The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1284: An Envoy? Sent by Whom!

Chapter 1284: Chapter 1284: An Envoy? Sent by Whom!

Tyson Tate glared at Carson Flores, his gaze growing increasingly grim.

"Yes, I never expected you would actually come to me..."

Tyson Tate’s voice was cold: "My disciple had already become the Son of Rajevols, that old guy was not far from death, once the Four Sects combined, the entire Rajevols would be in our hands. However, you killed him, ruining all my plans. Tell me, how could I not hate you?"

Carson Flores felt his heart sink; speaking so recklessly here and even openly referring to the Cave Master as an old guy, it was clear that Rajevols had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Now Rajevols must already be under Tyson Tate’s control.

Carson Flores was not afraid of Tyson Tate, but deep down, he was extremely worried about Shirley Miller.

He had killed Liam Malone, and Shirley Miller had replaced Liam Malone as the Child of Rajevols. Tyson Tate must hate both him and Shirley Miller. He already had the upper hand, and most likely, she had suffered at his hands.

Carson Flores asked in a deep voice, "The combination of the Four Sects, did you rebel?"

"Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish!"

Tyson Tate laughed heartily: "Originally, I planned to do this gradually, but you killed my disciple. That girl Shirley Miller was highly valued and even achieved Great Perfection in the Charm Lady Heart Sutra. If I didn’t rebel now, once the Four Sects merged, where would I stand a chance of survival?"

Carson Flores gazed at Tyson Tate with intense killing intent in his eyes: "Did you harm Shirley Miller?"

Tyson Tate laughed again: "Don’t worry, she’s still alive. Perhaps one day, you’ll see her again, but by then, whether she remembers you or not is another story."

He paused, then added: "Oh, no, she is still alive, but you are doomed today, so there won’t be a day for you to meet again."

Shirley Miller was still alive!

Carson Flores’s mind relaxed slightly and he coldly surveyed the surroundings, saying in a low voice, "The vast Rajevols is now all under your control? Where are the Cave Master and Sect Master and the others?"

Tyson Tate’s gaze was venomous: "The old guy has been killed by me. As for Sophia Roth and the others, heh, they are still locked up. And those who didn’t comply, I’ve already taken care of. Now, Rajevols is entirely under my command!"

Sophia Roth was also still alive!

Carson Flores finally asked, "Where did you send Shirley Miller?"

Tyson Tate smirked, "Want to know so badly? Kneel down and beg me."

Carson Flores said coldly, "Take him down!"

Tyson Tate’s figure suddenly retreated, instructing the two expressionless middle-aged men, "Esteemed envoys, please handle this."

Esteemed envoys?

Carson Flores’s eyebrows rose slightly; he had felt something strange about these two men before. They had no luster in their eyes, no expression on their faces, like two wooden figures.

Although Tyson Tate’s strength was at the Great Perfection of Hollow Void, he was definitely not among the very top warriors. The murder of the Cave Master and suppression of Sophia Roth and the others certainly couldn’t have been accomplished by him alone. Now it seemed likely that these two men were involved.

Princess Hail was the quickest to charge forward, after all, this was her first action since submitting to Carson Flores.

Her delicate palm swept through the air, instantly condensing the Giant Spirit Palm that blotted out the sky, headed towards the three opposite her. The palm hadn’t even landed yet, and the surrounding air seemed to instantly freeze, leaving no escape.

The man with the wooden expression dashed forward, raising his palm, slicing it cleanly through the air.

The sky and the earth changed dramatically!

It was as if an invisible blade had condensed between heaven and earth, then swept across, shattering the void!

The enormous palm that blotted out the sky was cleanly sliced in two!

Carson Flores’s eyelids twitched fiercely, and shock appeared on his face.

Princess Hail was a Demi Immortal!

How could this puppet-like man break through her attack with a single palm? What was his strength?

Could they be Immortal Slaves?

Or, a Great Witch?

"Two against one, attack together!"

Carson Flores shouted firmly, not about to discourse on fairness with his opponent.

Carson Flores was shocked, and on the other side, Tyson Tate’s face was also filled with astonishment.

He had thought that even if Carson Flores was a Human Emperor, with just a few subordinates and guards, at most they would only match Great Perfection, which should be easily handled by the envoys.

When Franklin Wyatt revealed his Black War Blade, Tyson Tate’s pupils suddenly constricted.

"The madman Franklin Wyatt!"

Carson Flores stepped back, leaving the battlefield entirely to Princess Hail and the others, meanwhile asking, "Those must be the reliance of your successful usurpation, you call them esteemed envoys, but who are they representing?"

Tyson Tate recognized Franklin Wyatt, and then looking at the other three, he identified them all.

"They’re the four Immortal Slaves from the Valley of Death! You actually subdued them!"

On the battlefield, four Immortal Slaves faced off against two mysterious middle-aged men; by joining forces, they were just barely holding off the two men.

Carson Flores watched for a while, letting out a sigh of relief.

That was close!

Thank goodness he brought all four of them; otherwise, he might have really been finished today!

Carson Flores stared at the two middle-aged men, his expression icy cold.

Who exactly sent these emissaries?