The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 420 - 420 419 Western War God

420: Chapter 419 Western War God 420: Chapter 419 Western War God Bloodline Awakening was an incredibly difficult task; from the initial emergence of the bloodline to the new blood filling the entire body, it took a long time.

During this period, one absolutely could not be disturbed, otherwise all efforts would be wasted.

Not only would the awakening be incomplete, but it would also pose a danger to one’s life.

Soya was extremely anxious.

How could a Hermit-level battle suddenly occur here?

But, being anxious was useless!

In a Hermit-level battle, she dared not participate, let alone stop it!

Boom!

Another earth-shattering sound came, the cave shook violently, countless rocks fell, as if it were about to collapse.

What to do, what to do!

At this moment, Soya could only pray that the two fighting Hermit-levels would leave quickly.

However, contrary to her wishes, the fluctuations seemed to be getting closer to the cave.

If the attacks of the two reached this mountain slope, the cave would definitely collapse, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Wang Dadong still lay on the ground quietly, as if he knew nothing; his body kept circulating Golden Blood, and as the Golden Blood circulated, Red Blood was constantly produced.

When the Golden Blood was produced, there was almost no fresh blood in Wang Dadong’s body, so it was incredibly pure, not contaminated at all.

Even the newly produced Red Blood was countless times purer than before.

If previously Wang Dadong’s blood was a tonic medicine, now, his blood was an Immortal Pill.

As long as one didn’t die, drinking his blood could bring one back to life.

Of course, this only had such a strong effect on ordinary people; it wouldn’t work for martial artists.

Boom!

The cave was hit by a shockwave again, this time, almost half of it collapsed.

“No, I must help Wang gain enough time!” Soya took the Shield and the Ancient Sword and left the cave.

The First Stage of Awakening was too important; it had to be completed under her guidance.

As long as the First Stage of Awakening was successful, then in the future, even without her, Wang Dadong could still undergo the second and third stages of awakening on his own.

Thus, Soya decided to go out and buy Wang Dadong time, and even if she couldn’t stop the battle, she at least had to divert the battleground away from this place.

Soya had just left the cave when she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

She saw, not far from herself, countless large trees snapped in half, and mountains flattened.

The ground was riddled with holes!

Was this the destructive power of Hermit-level?

It completely transcended human capabilities.

Sucha being could, relying on the power of a single person, slaughter an army!

Too terrifying!

Even though Soya knew that the Twilight Clan also had Hermit-level beings, and even those surpassing Hermit-rank,

she was still shocked.

Because, all Hermit-levels and Supremes of the Twilight Clan were in deep sleep, she had never seen them in action.

“Didn’t they say Huaxia wasn’t to be trespassed casually?

What if I trespassed today?

Not only do I want to trespass, but I also want to destroy; who can do anything about me?” At that moment, an incredibly arrogant voice came booming, sounding like muffled thunder, making Soya’s inner qi churn.

Was this Hermit-level?

Just a roar alone could make saints tremble with fear.

Soya looked up, only to see, a kilometer away, a foreigner confronting a Huaxia man in a black robe.

The foreigner was tall and slender, with strikingly handsome features, but what drew the most attention was his long hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching all the way to the ground, jet black and glossy—enough to make any woman envious and jealous.

The foreign man’s face bore an exceedingly arrogant smirk of disdain.

Soya was not particularly surprised by the foreigner’s age.

Saints already transcend ordinary human beings, living much longer because of their abundant vitality, appearing much younger than average people.

As for the Hermit-level, their vitality is even more abundant, and the years hardly leave any marks on them.

Of course, they still cannot escape the shackles of time, but they live much longer and look much younger than ordinary people.

Just like the foreign man in front of Soya, who appeared to be about Wang Dadong’s age but was at least in his fifties or sixties, perhaps even older.

The man in the black robe standing opposite the foreigner seemed somewhat smaller and thinner, his clothes were torn in several places, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Being Hermit-level martial artists as well, there were differences in combat power.

Clearly, the Huaxia man was somewhat inferior to the foreign man in terms of strength.

The two men stood there like two insurmountable mountains, making Soya too afraid to even move.

The shockwaves of the battle from a kilometer away could reach here, demonstrating just how terrifying the two of them were.

If they decided to attack Soya, it was estimated that they would only need a single move.

Fortunately, although both of them had noticed Soya, they didn’t spare her a glance.

In front of Hermit-level fighters, even Saints were as insignificant as ants.

Slaying Saints was also meaningless.

“Who exactly are you?” the man in the black robe asked gravely, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The foreigner in front of him was incredibly strong, a rare encounter in his lifetime.

“Who am I, you ask?

Since you want to know, I’ll tell you weak Huaxia people,” he declared arrogantly, “listen carefully, I am the Western War God!”

“Western War God, Western War God,” the man in the black robe repeated the name to himself.

“Many years ago, I heard that Huaxia was not to be tread on lightly, or there would be disastrous consequences.

Yet today, I have come, not only setting foot on Huaxia soil but also killing many people.

But who can do anything to me?” the foreign man boasted even more haughtily.

As he spoke, he tossed a black bundle from behind him.

The bundle hit the ground, revealing its contents.

It was two heads!

Upon seeing the two heads, the man in the black robe was utterly shaken.

One head was very young, and the other quite aged.

The young head had a small blood hole on the forehead, its eyes filled with terror, while the aged head was also filled with refusal and anger.

“You actually killed Old Master Zhu and Young Master Tu!”

“Old Master Zhu?

Young Master Tu?

I don’t know them.

I found them annoying, so I killed them,” the foreigner dismissively stated as if the two he killed were mere strangers.

But those two, they were once highly renowned in Huaxia.

The owner of the younger head, named Young Master Tu, was a prominent figure in the Ancient Martial World twenty years ago.

His mastery of the Water-Cutting Sword Technique was profound, causing many elder experts to suffer defeat at his hands.

Twenty years ago, he was already a Saint.

Today, after twenty years out of the public eye, many speculated that Young Master Tu was touching the threshold of the Hermit-level, striving to break through to that level.

Some said that Young Master Tu had already reached the Hermit-level.

And the older head, he was even more famous, having been a Hermit-level twenty years ago!