The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO-Chapter 508 - 410: The Witch’s Amnesia (Second Update)
"Witch, you’re awake..."
Yang Tian discovered that the witch had suddenly opened her eyes.
The peerless beauty was originally the true form of the witch, and she had always kept her eyes closed. Now, with her eyes open, Yang Tian was so frightened that his face turned pale.
If the witch realized everything Yang Tian had done, he would be doomed without a doubt.
The witch was an unreachable and terrifying existence, not someone ordinary people could offend easily.
But now, Yang Tian’s greatest fear had come to pass.
"Kill!"
The first thing the witch did after opening her eyes was utter a cold, murderous word.
Immediately after, Yang Tian felt the witch’s palm strike heavily down upon him.
The strike came too suddenly.
Moreover, Yang Tian was lying on the witch’s body, not yet finished with his activities, so he had no way to dodge.
Bang!
A thunderous sound echoed.
Yang Tian’s chest was struck hard by a palm.
At that moment, he was rapidly thrown backwards, falling to the ground.
"Witch, you court death!"
Yang Tian’s face filled with fury.
He couldn’t believe the witch had struck so decisively, aiming directly for his life.
Yang Tian activated his Spiritual Breath, calming the boiling Spiritual Breath in his Dantian quickly. He glared at the witch with anger and said, "You found out I was messing with you, didn’t you? In that case, I’ll just make it straightforward: today, I’m going to kill you!"
As he spoke, Yang Tian took one step at a time toward the witch.
By this time, the witch had sat up from the coffin, looking around.
However, what made Yang Tian frown was that
he sensed something strange about the witch. His Divine Sense probed toward her, only to find her gaze somewhat vacant, as if she were reminiscing about something.
Seeing this, Yang Tian’s heart skipped: Could it be that the witch lost her memory?
"Witch, do you still remember me?"
Yang Tian approached the witch.
"Kill!"
Without saying a word, the witch spat out one cold word.
Immediately, Yang Tian felt the witch’s palm strike toward his chest heavily once again.
Yang Tian cursed and swiftly retreated, avoiding the witch’s attack.
Landing on the ground, Yang Tian became tense. If this witch killed him in his Spiritual Space, he would never rise again. But soon, Yang Tian frowned, because the witch suddenly fell back into the icy crystal coffin.
"Witch, what tricks are you up to?"
Yang Tian activated his Divine Sense, probing toward the witch.
Soon enough, Yang Tian was shocked to find that upon the peerless beauty, there was only a Residual Soul!
"Wait, this Residual Soul..." Yang Tian’s eyes lit up, suddenly unable to help but say, "The witch shattered her soul to resist the Ghost Spirit Beast Array, transforming it into Seven Souls and Six Spirits. Could this Residual Soul be a fragment from the witch herself?"
Yang Tian approached the witch.
"Kill!"
At this point, another word burst from the witch’s mouth.
The next second, a strong Palm Technique came striking down heavily once more.
Yang Tian quickly dodged aside.
He landed on the ground, noticing that the witch only released one palm strike without continuing the attack, while lying weakly in the icy crystal coffin.
Yang Tian came to the coffin, seeing that the peerless face of the witch was pale.
At this moment, the witch was extremely weak.
"Kill!"
Seemingly sensing Yang Tian’s presence, the witch in the coffin spat out the word again.
However, this time, she could no longer rise up.
The whole person lay extremely weak in the icy crystal coffin.
Seeing the witch unable to struggle up, Yang Tian let out a sigh of relief.
Confronting the witch would be courting death!
But clearly, the witch was already too frail now, and with only a Residual Soul, lacking even her memories, she was no real threat.
"Witch, your time has come!"
Yang Tian said coldly.
Thinking of how the witch was once arrogantly oppressive, now reduced to just a Residual Soul clinging to her true form, he couldn’t help but laugh. This witch had targeted him at every turn, with each strike aiming to kill. Now, seeing her so weak, a flash of murderous intent crossed Yang Tian’s eyes.
Why not kill the witch now?
Even though there’s only a Residual Soul attached to the witch’s true form, killing this Residual Soul would also deal a huge blow to her.
However, glancing at the peerless beauty’s exquisite body, Yang Tian felt a pang of reluctance.
If he killed the witch, he would never have this kind of relationship with such a peerless beauty again.
"How about killing the witch’s Residual Soul while preserving her body?"
A thought flashed through Yang Tian’s mind.
Bang!
But almost the next second, a thunderous sound echoed. The witch within the icy crystal coffin suddenly delivered a palm strike, landing heavily on Yang Tian’s chest.
Yang Tian was standing right in front of the icy crystal coffin; at such a short distance, he had no way to dodge.
As a result, he was hit squarely by the witch.
A sharp pain spread across his chest as Yang Tian looked down and found a black Dharma Seal imprinted on his chest.
His expression immediately filled with rage: "Witch, you dare court death! What Dharma Seal did you strike on my chest? I’m going to finish you off now!"
Saying this, Yang Tian launched the Heaven-shattering Palm Technique at the witch.
But that palm had dissipated before it even reached the Witch.
Yang Tian felt a wave of weakness sweep through his body, and he collapsed to the ground. He exclaimed in shock, "Witch, what kind of Dharma Seal did you place on my chest? Why am I unable to use any strength?"
However, the Witch did not answer Yang Tian. She simply closed her eyes and lay there quietly.
The Witch’s complexion was extremely pale, the kind of pale that comes from weakness.
"You won’t answer, huh? I’ll kill you!"
Reflecting on how he had been avoiding the Witch like a rat in recent times, always fleeing, and how every encounter with her resulted in humiliation or assault, Yang Tian’s anger flared. He didn’t care anymore; he wanted to destroy both the Witch’s residual soul and her body.
Just as he stood up, a powerful surge of Spiritual Breath erupted from the Dharma Seal on his chest, rendering him immobile.
Yang Tian tried approaching the coffin, but the pain in his body intensified with every step closer.
In the end, he had to stop.
He was quickly taken aback.
Because as he stepped back, the pain from the Dharma Seal on his chest subsided.
"Witch, is this your way of protecting yourself?" Yang Tian said coldly, "Fine, I’ll let your residual soul live for a few more days. Soon, I’ll repay the pain you’ve inflicted on me back to your body! When that time comes, I’ll torment you to death!"
After these words, Yang Tian exited the Spiritual Space.
Inside the cave, Wang Lingzhan was still casting spells, trying to open the top of the Ninth Continent.
The three women, including Wang Ying, were resting.
The surroundings were calm.
Yang Tian wanted to sit down and cultivate, but remembering the Witch’s residual soul in his Spiritual Space, he couldn’t find peace.
He was contemplating how to eliminate the Witch’s residual soul.
After all, he and the Witch were enemies.
If he didn’t take this opportunity to destroy the Witch’s residual soul, he would have no second chance.
Most importantly, if this residual soul communicated the goings-on between Yang Tian and the Witch’s body to the Witch, Yang Tian would undoubtedly die.
Since, during this time, Yang Tian had been in an ongoing relationship with the Witch’s body.
If the Witch’s residual soul were to survive and the Witch reunited all Seven Souls and Six Spirits, Yang Tian would be doomed.
With this in mind, Yang Tian hurried back into the Spiritual Space.
The Spiritual Space was deathly silent.
The Witch lay still in the ice-crystal coffin, as if dead.
"Witch, today I’ll end you!"
Yang Tian was not a gentleman; on the contrary, he was a scoundrel.
He had a Dharma Seal imprinted on his chest by the Witch. Recalling the life-threatening palm strike, Yang Tian’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He stepped toward the Witch.
The surroundings remained silent; the Witch seemed aware of Yang Tian’s presence, yet too weak to open her eyes.
She extended a pale finger, scribbling in the air.
In an instant, the Dharma Seal on Yang Tian’s chest ignited.
"Witch, I’ll fight you to the death!"
The pain from his chest pierced through him, but Yang Tian steeled his heart to battle the Witch to the end.
The thought of the Dharma Seal the Witch had imprinted on his chest filled Yang Tian’s eyes with murderous rage.
Today, he was determined to have a life-and-death struggle with the Witch.
"I’m fed up!" Yang Tian spat out vehemently, "Witch, you’ve attacked me time and again; today I’ll finish your residual soul and then destroy your body, grinding you down till your end!"
The pain ripping across his chest was excruciating.
Yet Yang Tian persisted, approaching the ice-crystal coffin with resolve.
Time was of the essence.
Only by killing the Witch’s residual soul would the Dharma Seal on his chest be quelled.
If not, he would die here.
Clang!
A sudden motion in his hand, and a blood-red dagger appeared in his grasp.
With those words, Yang Tian intended to stab at the Witch’s heart.
But suddenly, Yang Tian frowned, as he discovered that the Witch was shivering uncontrollably, curled up and icy cold.
Waves of cold emanated from the Witch’s body.
On her fair skin, patches of frosty snowflakes emerged.
For reasons unknown, Yang Tian stopped.
Conflicting emotions stirred within him.
On one hand, this Witch was his enemy, and he yearned to kill her.
On the other, after having an ongoing relationship with this peerless beauty, though devoid of love, a bond had formed. Witnessing her suffering, tormented by the ice crystal, Yang Tian felt troubled.
He hesitated briefly and then sighed, "Forget it, Witch; I’ve had my way with you for a month now, consider today my repayment! From now on, I’ll hold no feelings for you, only enmity. Encountering your body, I’ll keep attacking; encountering your soul, only death struggles await!"
With this thought, Yang Tian let go of everything.
He formed a Dharma Seal with his hands, silently chanting a spell.
Streams of Spiritual Breath emerged from within, flowing into the Witch’s body.
Yang Tian’s Spiritual Breath coursed within the Witch, ceaselessly combating the frost covering her.
Yang Tian tirelessly channeled Spiritual Breath, pouring it in.
Seconds turned into minutes...
Who knows how much time had passed; by then, Yang Tian was lying beside the Witch, holding her tightly.
When Yang Tian sensed that the witch in his arms was no longer as cold, he opened his eyes to see the Witch lying there quietly—they stared, her large ebony eyes watching Yang Tian.
"Witch, you’re awake..."
Yang Tian’s expression changed slightly, instinctively trying to pull away.
But just then, the Witch suddenly placed her jade-like palm on Yang Tian’s chest.
Yang Tian looked down, surprised to find the Dharma Seal on his chest had faded away. He stood frozen for a moment: "Witch... are you saving me..."
