The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 746 Now it’s good, no need to spend money_1

Chapter 746: Chapter 746 Now it’s good, no need to spend money_1

"Kid, I advise you to surrender without a fight," the man with the dark eagle aura said coldly, his tone authoritative. Clearly, he already regarded Carson Flores as easy prey.

Carson Flores chuckled. "Have you ever eaten grilled snake soup?"

The man with the dark eagle aura said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Carson Flores smiled as he took out the Water-Fire Mirror. "If you haven’t, let me treat you to some. This Black Armor Bone Spur Python might be all bone, but there’s still meat on it."

The man with the dark eagle aura sneered, "Defiant in the face of futility, overestimating your own strength. Attack!"

The Black Armor Bone Spur Python suddenly raised its head and lunged at Carson Flores.

Carson Flores flipped the Water-Fire Mirror, and as a Spirit Art fell, a blaze soared instantly. A Fire Blade appeared in the cavern, slicing at the lunging Black Armor Bone Spur Python.

The Black Armor Bone Spur Python, taken aback, tried to dodge instinctively, but its massive body took up too much space, and despite the cavern’s size, its movements were hardly agile.

It had just dodged with its head when the Fire Blade arrived.

The Fire Blade effortlessly sliced through its hard scales, then severed its neck, and continued forward, cutting across the coiled body of the python before shooting towards the man with the dark eagle aura, who was sitting cross-legged.

The head of the Black Armor Bone Spur Python dropped from the air, its massive body was cut into more than a dozen pieces in an instant, and without even getting to strike once, it was instantly killed.

The man with the dark eagle aura gasped, and a bright glow of Spiritual Energy suddenly appeared on his body, instantly forming a Spiritual Energy shield around him.

"Boom!"

A violent collision occurred, and the Fire Blade turned into a shower of sparks; at the same time, the man’s Spiritual Energy shield looked as if it might shatter.

Had the Fire Blade not spent so much of its energy cutting through the tough scales of the Black Armor Bone Spur Python, that single strike could have broken through the dark eagle man’s Spiritual Energy shield.

The man with the dark eagle aura was flung sideways, suspended in the cavern, his back slick with cold sweat, his eyes filled with horror.

Death brushed by him!

Had he not released the Black Armor Bone Spur Python to block the first wave of the Fire Blade’s attack, an ambush like this would likely have killed him on the spot!

What kind of magical treasure was this, with such ferocious attacking power?

He himself had the strength of the Mid-Nascent Soul Stage, yet a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator had almost instantly killed him?

Mathias Combs was also in shock, revealing a look of terror in his eyes.

He had investigated Carson Flores’s background, a disciple from the Nutwood Mountain’s Flying Waterfall Mountain Peak, hence he sold him without any reservations.

Why?

Because the Flying Waterfall Mountain Peak was the gathering place for idle or mediocre disciples—although the Peak Master, Delaney Hunter, was formidable, she never managed affairs.

Carson Flores obtaining the Snow Dragon Leopard King was purely good fortune. With that in mind, why not sell him?

An easy profit!

He had never had any interactions with Carson Flores in the city, so even if Carson Flores disappeared, no one could trace it back to him.

Ten-million Spirit Stones was within easy reach—why not take such a pleasure?

But Carson Flores’s single Fire Blade thoroughly shattered Mathias Combs’s wishful thinking.

He had kicked an iron plate.

This guy might only have the power of the Golden Core Realm, but his magical treasure was terrifyingly powerful!

Kill him!

Otherwise, he’d be the one to die!

Mathias Combs reacted quickly. With a flick of his wrist, a Flying Sword shot out, aiming straight for Carson Flores.

At such a close range, a Flying Sword released by a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was extremely fierce. Just as the Flying Sword was about to pierce Carson Flores, the Dragon Turtle Pendant around his neck suddenly flashed, engulfing Carson Flores in a protective barrier within which the image of a dragon turtle appeared, imposing and astonishing.

The Flying Sword struck the barrier, and while the light dimmed immediately, it withstood Mathias Combs’s ferocious blow.

Carson Flores flipped the Water-Fire Mirror in his hand, and another Fire Blade slashed towards Mathias Combs.

Mathias Combs was quick to react, sidesteeping the attack, but in doing so, he opened up the passageway.

Carson Flores dashed into the opening.

"Stop him, don’t let him escape!" the man with the dark eagle aura shouted, changing his expression as he hurled his Flying Sword towards Carson Flores.

Mathias Combs was also desperate. He knew all too well that a Snow Dragon Leopard King was mere miles away—if Carson Flores managed to escape and sound the Bone Flute, the Snow Dragon Leopard King could arrive in an instant.

He leaped forward, lunging towards Carson Flores’s back and raised his right palm, ready to strike down.

Suddenly, a Vine Demon’s tendril appeared silently from the darkness and transformed into a javelin, stabbing directly toward Mathias Combs’s heart.

Mathias Combs’s pupils shrank as his right palm shifted and he shattered the tendril, which whipped like a venomous dragon.

The next second, countless tendrils, like an army of serpents, crazily grew along the cave’s walls, all of them spearheading toward Mathias Combs like a barrage of javelins.

Mathias Combs was taken aback. What was this?

Vine Demon?

Carson Flores turned around, casting a Mystic Turtle Shield around himself, making his position the very center of the wild tendrils’ growth. In the darkness, it seemed as if countless demonic tentacles sprouted from his back.

Carson Flores grinned at a pale-faced Mathias Combs. "I was worried I didn’t have enough Spirit Stones to buy a Beast Taming Bag, but now it seems I won’t have to spend a dime..."