The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1371: The Misty Moon Peach Emerges, Powers Compete from All Sides

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1371: The Misty Moon Peach Emerges, Powers Compete from All Sides

Patrick Hartman was frantically running for his life, and when he had gotten quite far and saw that Carson Flores was not pursuing to kill him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He released a rescue signal.

He felt extremely insecure now.

Before long, another Human Immortal leading a team from the Wanhe Sect, Marcelo Fraley, appeared before Patrick Hartman. Marcelo’s expression was one of surprise: "Patrick Hartman? You sent out the rescue signal?"

Patrick nodded: "Yes."

Marcelo looked around: "I remember your squad had quite a few members, and you’re supposed to be with Eduardo Randolph..."

"They’re all dead."

Patrick Hartman’s statement made Marcelo’s face change dramatically, and his gaze turned fierce: "What happened?"

Patrick Hartman told him everything truthfully: "If I didn’t have a Substitute Straw Man and a Great Teleportation Talisman, I’d probably be dead by now."

Marcelo’s originally fierce eyes softened suddenly, and he asked with astonishment, "White Crane Immortal Sect, Carson Flores, how many moves did it take for him to slay Eduardo Randolph?"

"Three swords!"

Recalling the scene, Patrick Hartman still felt chills all over his body.

Eduardo Randolph was at the Human Immortal Peak, and yet he was casually killed off. Most importantly, when that young man Carson Flores killed Eduardo, he didn’t even blink, as if killing a Human Immortal was as simple as crushing an ant with his hand.

An ant?

If it’s displeasing to the eye, then just crush it to death.

After hearing the story, Marcelo instantly calmed down.

He not only wanted to avoid seeking vengeance for Eduardo Randolph, but also to stay as far away from Carson Flores as possible.

If Carson Flores could easily kill Eduardo Randolph, then he clearly wouldn’t mind slaughtering Marcelo too. After all, what’s the difference between killing one and killing two, now that Eduardo was already slain?

Unprovokable!

"Instruct the disciples to keep away from the disciples of White Crane Immortal Sect, do not provoke them."

Patrick Hartman’s eyes widened: "Uncle Master, are we going to do nothing, are we not going to avenge Master Uncle?"

Marcelo turned his head: "Avenge? Are you stronger than your Uncle Master or am I? If you want to rush to your death, go ahead, but don’t drag me into it, nor the other members of Wanhe Sect!"

Patrick Hartman was left speechless.

Indeed, you must stand firm when you lose a fight, but who started this first?

Why did Eduardo Randolph lose?

Suddenly, Patrick Hartman felt utterly desperate.

It seemed impossible to seek revenge in the Full Moon Illusionary Realm; they’ll have to wait until after they get out. Eduardo Randolph’s master treated him as his own, and he would definitely not let Carson Flores off if he learned that Carson had killed Eduardo cleanly.

As long as he takes action, Carson Flores will surely die!

...

"Beep!"

Like a phantom, Carson Flores instantly vanished from sight.

Ashley Reid watched as Carson disappeared in a flash, her eyes widening in shock. That was too fast.

Was he directly traversing through space and time?

With such strength, was there even a need for her to follow?

With a sigh, Ashley hurriedly followed, like an attendant to Carson, heading towards the rescue point.

In the valley, four teams maintained a distance from one another yet encircled within their midst stood a large tree bearing red peaches.

Misty Moon Peaches!

All teams almost simultaneously sent out rescue signals, calling for reinforcements.

A figure crossed through space to arrive, bursting into laughter upon seeing those red Misty Moon Peaches. "Lucky me, well done, haha..."

This person did not stop at all, leaping over several teams and charging directly towards the Full Moon Peach Tree.

The figure had yet to arrive when a black light darted out from the grass, striking towards the newcomer like lightning.

The laughter of the newcomer was abruptly cut off, clearly not expecting a Demonic Beast hiding here.

He swatted at the black light with his palm, thinking it would surely be wiped out easily, but to his surprise, the black light pierced through the palm force as heavy as a mountain and plunged directly into the center of his hand.

"Damn it!"

The man cursed, instantly retreating and landing on the ground, lifting his hand to see a small hole in the palm, and a black line spreading rapidly upwards.

The black light also fell back to the ground, revealing itself to be a pitch-black scorpion, shiny as if made of metal, its tiny eyes filled with ferocity and rage.

"What kind of damned scorpion is this, so poisonous?"

The newcomer, a middle-aged man, cursed in frustration while channeling Immortal Spirit Qi to drive out the poison and quickly took out a prepared Detoxification Pill to swallow.

A drop of thick black liquid was squeezed out from the wound, and the blackness on the man’s hand significantly reduced, but it didn’t disappear entirely.

The surrounding forces were shocked at the scene, glad that their mutual wariness prevented them all from rushing in. Otherwise, with their strengths, who could withstand a strike from this scorpion? It would likely be a fatal blow.

As the middle-aged man sat down cross-legged, absorbing the power of the Detoxification Pill to expel the poison, more people arrived, including Carson Flores.

Carson Flores also saw the Full Moon Peach Tree laden with fruit, but he didn’t rush towards it. Instead, he landed in front of the disciples of White Crane Immortal Sect.

There were about ten people in this group, led by a Great Perfection of Hollow Void. Their overall strength was quite formidable. Seeing Carson Flores appear, all ten bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Uncle Master Zeng!"