The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 860 - 860 859 God of Killing

860: Chapter 859 God of Killing 860: Chapter 859 God of Killing Wang Dadong lowered his head to look at his chest, only to see a slit cut through his clothes at the chest area, and a fine line of blood had appeared on his flesh.

That was the consequence of not being directly hit; had he been directly hit, Wang Dadong probably would have been killed on the spot.

Wang Dadong was immensely shocked, not knowing what the old man’s palm was made of, to be so hard that even the Sacred Body seemed like paper before him!

But that wasn’t even the scariest part.

The most terrifying thing was that when the old man struck his attack, Wang Dadong could feel a nearly despair-inducing horrific intent to kill enveloping him.

It was as if he himself had become a piece of meat on the chopping board, waiting to be diced.

Wang Dadong had killed countless strong foes on his journey, including Saints, yet he had never seen anyone possess such intense murderous aura.

Such a level of murderous aura could not possibly form without killing thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people.

If it were an average person, just that murderous aura alone would be enough to scare them to death.

Even Wang Dadong was significantly affected by that murderous aura, taking deep breaths, feeling as if the blood in his body was about to burst forth from within.

Who exactly was this old man, and why did he have such a strong intent to kill?

After the old man’s strike missed, he did not attack Wang Dadong again, but instead showed a surprised expression once more.

“I didn’t expect you, a young kid, to have such a mind, not directly hit by my Nether Holy Sword.

You are the first one who could withstand that killing intent.”

Nether Holy Sword!

Wang Dadong’s pupils instantly constricted.

It’s him!

Upon hearing the name Nether Holy Sword, Wang Dadong immediately knew the old man’s identity.

God of Killing!

This old man who suddenly appeared turned out to be the God of Killing, whose notoriety shook the world; no wonder he had such a strong intent to kill.

There weren’t many legends about God of Killing, but the name alone thundered in the ears of countless strong beings.

This was because he was a being who single-handedly slaughtered a hundred thousand people.

A hundred thousand people, even if you killed one hundred people every day, it would still take a full three years!

Legend has it that God of Killing began his slaughter from the moment he entered the scene; countless were killed by him every day.

It’s a name that makes people tremble upon hearing it.

He was neither completely righteous nor evil, not serving any Organization, never needing a reason to kill—killing when happy or unhappy, when bored or not bored, whether they were evil doers or good people.

All that was known, was that he was the synonym of death; once he set his sights on you, it meant that you were not far from death.

There were even rumors that his own biological parents were killed by his own hands.

Therefore, many people were afraid of him, uncertain if they would be his next target.

Once, in an effort to subdue him, an anti-assassination alliance was formed, but in the end, the thousands of members of the alliance were all killed one by one by the God of Killing.

Even the Dark Council had moved against him, only to meet with failure in the end.

This is the God of Killing.

God of Killing hadn’t been active in the world for many years, and it was unexpected that he would be living in seclusion in Huaxia, likely attracted just now by the explosion.

For some reason, God of Killing suddenly had the idea of taking Huang Fei as his disciple.

Seeing Wang Dadong’s expression, God of Killing knew that Wang Dadong had recognized his identity.

“Kid, I see you’re so young yet so powerful, I really can’t bear to see you die young.

Quietly let that girl become my disciple, and I’ll spare you your disrespect today,” God of Killing said indifferently, his eyes disregarding everything.

He certainly had the capital to look down on everything.

In his life, he’s slaughtered over a hundred thousand people; such a terrifying existence is not someone who can be talked to on equal terms by ordinary people.

“Boss, let me be his disciple,” Huang Fei said, biting her teeth.

Wang Dadong turned his head to look at Huang Fei and asked, “Xiao Fei, do you really want to become a disciple of a murder maniac?”

“I, I don’t want to, but if I don’t agree to him, Boss you…” Tears brimmed in Huang Fei’s eyes.

It was with difficulty that Wang Dadong had accepted her, and yet they had to part ways so soon; of course, she couldn’t bear it.

But if she didn’t agree, then the old man, the terrifying one, would definitely kill Wang Dadong.

Wang Dadong waved his hand to interrupt Huang Fei and slowly said, “Xiao Fei, since you said the words ‘I don’t want to,’ then even if the king of heaven came today, he wouldn’t be able to take you away!”

That was the kind of person Wang Dadong was—never intimidated by any threat, even if the other party was the world-renowned God of Killing, he would not back down in the slightest!

God of Killing’s eyes slightly narrowed, and a trace of coldness appeared on his face.

“Kid, I, God of Killing, have taken countless lives in my life and never give a second chance.

I’m making an exception for you today one more time.”

After God of Killing finished speaking, the murderous intent on his body became even more intense, and just that murderous aura made Huang Fei’s body tremble uncontrollably.

“Xiao Fei, step aside,” Wang Dadong said gravely.

Huang Fei didn’t speak but obediently retreated.

She had made up her mind—if Wang Dadong was killed, she would die with him!

“Do you really intend to fight me?” God of Killing frowned slightly.

If it were any other time, God of Killing would have already struck to kill Wang Dadong.

But after all, he was no longer the old God of Killing, no longer addicted to killing, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill.

The reason he had endured until now was that he saw Wang Dadong as talented.

A Saint in his twenties, such talent is enough to overshadow the world; he did not wish for Wang Dadong to perish like this.

Of course, the most important reason was that Wang Dadong and he belonged to the same country.

God of Killing has killed a hundred thousand people, and 99.99% of them were foreigners.

“I’m not trying to fight you; I’m just trying to protect what is most important to me,” Wang Dadong’s expression was very calm.

Although God of Killing was strong, his power was genuinely at the Hermit-level, plus his unpredictable movements and the Nether Holy Sword condensed with the killing intent of thousands of souls, it can be said that any Hermit-level who encounters God of Killing would be instantly annihilated.

Let alone Wang Dadong, who was merely an Invincible Sage.

Invincible among Saints, but still like an ant before a Hermit-level.

This is the disparity in rank.

The gap between Hermit-level and Saints is much bigger than that between Saints and the Peak of the Superhuman Realm, it’s almost insurmountable.

But Wang Dadong did not lack the strength to fight.

He had the Legendary Battle Technique, Giant’s Strength, and Little Li Flying Dagger!

“What a pity…” God of Killing shook his head, his eyes looking somewhat pityingly at Wang Dadong, as if looking at a dead man.

But Wang Dadong laughed arrogantly, “They all say there are no survivors at the hand of God of Killing, today I want to see if I can become the first one to survive!”