The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO-Chapter 1890 - 1888

The God of Killing’s aged face began to turn pale; he never dreamed that Enzo Shaw once consumed the abilities of someone with teleportation powers.

It’s known that psychics are extremely rare in this world, with a probability of about one in a million.

And those with teleportation abilities are even fewer.

Originally, he thought that even if his strength couldn’t defeat Enzo Shaw, he could still retreat unscathed.

But now, it’s too late to say anything.

The battles between experts might not necessarily be earth-shattering; victory could be decided in an instant.

"Powerful, incredibly powerful, incomparable strength!" The Blood Emperor kept absorbing the God of Killing’s essence blood, looking extremely excited.

The God of Killing was truly a Supreme-class expert; his blood contained immense energy.

When the blood surged into the Blood Emperor’s body, his half-withered form began to recover visibly!

"It’s over..." Li Wuyang and Old Master Zhu were both ashen-faced, their eyes filled with despair.

They knew the vampire’s abilities well; the Blood Emperor hadn’t reached his peak state earlier, or else they would have been annihilated long ago.

Once the Blood Emperor regains his peak form, it’s feared that there may be no one in Huaxia who can oppose him.

Huang Fei, who had run a thousand meters away, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Even though she hated the God of Killing for depriving her of her freedom, preventing her from staying by Wang Dadong’s side, she couldn’t deny that, aside from being strict in cultivation, he was quite fond of her otherwise.

Seeing the God of Killing fall into the Blood Emperor’s hands, about to be drained of blood, she felt deeply unwilling.

Huang Fei, what are you thinking? If he dies, you won’t be bound by him anymore!

But...

He was, after all, trying to save the leader...

At this moment, Huang Fei’s mind was in turmoil.

Reason told her to leave directly, find Wang Dadong, and bring the Millennium Birch Tree to fight the Blood Emperor together.

But emotionally, she couldn’t abandon the Blood Emperor.

"Ah..." Seeing the God of Killing’s weakening aura, Huang Fei sighed deeply and decided to turn back.

Even though she knew that, having defeated the God of Killing, going back meant certain death.

But she couldn’t bring herself to abandon the God of Killing.

Moreover, if the Blood Emperor truly regained his peak state, Wang Dadong would indeed be in danger.

However, even though the Blood Emperor hadn’t fully recovered, a lot of the God of Killing’s blood had restored his cultivation to the Hermit-level, soon to break through to the Supreme level.

Under the God of Killing’s guidance, Huang Fei had rapidly improved her skills, now a Saint Realm warrior.

But against the Hermit-level, a Saint Realm warrior was still like an ant.

Her attacks probably wouldn’t even damage the Blood Emperor’s decaying flesh.

This was a gap between levels, not easily overcome.

But there was no choice; Huang Fei had to brace herself.

"Slaughter Mystery First Form—Quelling Evil!"

"Slaughter Mystery Second Form—Void Blade!"

"Slaughter Mystery Third Form—Rosy Light!"

"Slaughter Mystery Fo...ur...th Form—Scattering... Blossoms!"

Huang Fei unleashed the Ultimate Techniques from the Slaughter Devil’s Canon one after another.

Yet, for the Blood Emperor at that moment, her attacks were virtually negligible.

Bang!

A mouthful of blood spurted from Huang Fei’s mouth.

Despite being a Saint Realm warrior, the difference between her and the Blood Emperor was too vast; even after deploying all the Slaughter Mysteries learned from the God of Killing, she still couldn’t scratch the Blood Emperor.

Instead, she was rendered spitting blood by the backlash.

Especially the last attack, where she was directly kicked in the chest by the Blood Emperor, causing her Sacred Body to collapse, breaking three ribs.

Yet Huang Fei still struggled to get back up.

"Girl, don’t come any closer, you’re not his match..." The God of Killing, having lost a lot of blood, appeared extremely weak.

"Release... my master..." Dragging her precarious body, Huang Fei advanced toward the Blood Emperor again.

Seeing Huang Fei’s frail yet resolute expression, there was a hint of mist in the God of Killing’s calm eyes.

Walking the path of slaughter, having killed over a hundred thousand people in his life, one could say that the God of Killing was the most indifferent to life in this world.

In the God of Killing’s world, familial love, romantic love, friendship... had long been abandoned.

If not for his desire not to let his assassination arts perish, having fortunately found a promising candidate for the Slaughter Devil’s Canon, he might have lived his life alone.

Though Huang Fei had wished to flee from him ever since returning with him, and the God of Killing had eavesdropped countless times on her cursing him to die swiftly.

Yet at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Huang Fei did harbor a semblance of affection for him.

Knowing full well the monster ahead was one she could never defeat, she nonetheless refused to retreat.

By now, having absorbed a lot of the God of Killing’s essence blood, the Blood Emperor’s body had restored to the form of a normal person.

His muscles full, skin glowing, even his head sprouted a thick mane of black hair.

He appeared entirely different from the previous dried corpse form, resembling a robust man in his twenties or thirties.

Vampires may not have endless lifespans, but they can forever retain youthful appearances.

Thus, despite having reclaimed his youth, the Blood Emperor wouldn’t claim another lifetime; his existence was still near its end.

No matter, once his absorption of the God of Killing’s essence blood was complete, he could survive for another two years at least.

And that girl with teleportation powers.

Enzo Shaw had embarked on his expedition to Huaxia resolved to die, yet fate unexpectedly delivered two great gifts to him.

Huang Fei advanced behind the Blood Emperor again.

"God of Killing, who would’ve thought someone who regarded human life with such disdain would be cared for by another. Fine, once I’ve drained your essence blood, let her join you." The Blood Emperor sneered.

"Girl, haven’t you always craved freedom? I concede freedom to you now, hurry... go!" The God of Killing’s aura grew weaker.

Gazing at the ferociously aged face of the God of Killing, Huang Fei, for the first time, felt perhaps this grumpy old man wasn’t as ice-cold and heartless as his reputation purported.

With a mournful smile, she slowly uttered a few words.

"Slaughter Mystery..."

Observing Huang Fei’s actions, the God of Killing turned pale, "Girl, don’t use that move! It’ll cost your life!"

There are five Slaughter Mysteries, yet Huang Fei knew only four; the fifth is the ultimate mystery of the Slaughter Mysteries, the strongest killing move in the Slaughter Devil’s Canon.

This move belongs to the forbidden technique, a life-threatening attack.

Even the God of Killing has never used it.

No one knows what horrific consequences it may bring.

With a faint smile, Huang Fei said, "Old man, I’ve repaid all I owed you."

"Ultimate Mystery of Slaughter Mystery... Void!"

In the next moment, Huang Fei’s body suddenly vanished.