The Personal Bodygua Chapter 422 - 422 421 Defeating a Hermit-level Opponent

??422: Chapter 421: Defeating a Hermit-level Opponent

422: Chapter 421: Defeating a Hermit-level Opponent

A re Saint, daring to intervene in a battle of the Hidden World, was simply tired of living.

“Get lost!”

In a fit of rage, the Western War God swung a palm and sent Soya flying.

In front of the Hidden World, a Saint was as weak as a child.

However, after being flung away, Soya wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and charged at the two Saints again.

Bang!

Soya’s body was tossed again, like a kite with its string cut, thrown ten or twenty ters away.

Then, she made another charge towards the battling Saints.

Thrown again.

Charged again.

Thrown again.

Charged again.

Thrown again.

Soya seed not to know pain, for every ti she was sent flying, she would get up and charge at the Saints again and again.

anwhile, the golden blood inside Wang Dadong had grown incredibly powerful, moving like a Flood Dragon through his red blood.

The two seed like separate entities, yet inseparably bound.

“This is miraculous, two different kinds of blood flowing simultaneously in the sa blood vessel,”

Wang Dadong was in a dormant state, yet he could see the blood vessels inside his body.

The golden blood was only one-ninth as thick as the red blood, but it contained an incredibly terrifying energy.

“Is this the Brave Bloodline?

It’s mighty powerful.

If all the blood turned to gold, wouldn’t that defy the heavens?” Wang Dadong felt the terrifying nature of the golden blood and was utterly astonished.

When the fine stream of golden blood surged through his veins, it emitted a thunderous noise like the roar of dragons and tigers.

What thrilled Wang Dadong even more was that he felt the barrier to the Saint Realm crumbling bit by bit!

Could it be, he was about to break through and beco a Saint?

Wang Dadong was overco with excitent.

It had been less than two months since he beca a Semi-Saint, yet now he was on the verge of becoming a Saint.

This was simply too unbelievable.

Soya, I truly love you to death.

Wang Dadong knew that all of this was, of course, thanks to Soya.

If he hadn’t t her, he would still be at the Peak of the Superhuman Realm.

“Since you seek death, I will grant it to you!” After sending Soya flying yet again, the Western War God was beside himself with rage.

In his eyes, Soya was nothing but trash.

Yet, it was this piece of trash that dared to assault him ti and ti again.

Although Soya’s attacks couldn’t harm him, the man in the black robe was utterly detestable.

Every ti Soya attacked, he took the opportunity to strike at the Western War God too.

After several exchanges, the Western War God sustained minor injuries, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Boom, Soya was knocked away once more, flying over twenty ters and crashing into a large tree that two people could barely encircle with their arms.

The Western War God decided it was ti to exterminate this incredibly irritating little ant before anything else.

A re ant, daring to strike against the Hidden World, was truly asking for death.

This ti, however, the man in the black robe did not make a move but instead sat down cross-legged and began to recuperate.

The preliminary skirmish had taken its toll on both parties, and with the heavy blows they had unleashed during the recent exchange, his Inner Strength was on the verge of depletion.

It was a good opportunity to recover a bit while the girl was being killed.

That way, he might have a chance at defeating the Western War God.

With great difficulty, Soya got up, but soon collapsed again.

The Western War God stepped on her chest and Soya imdiately coughed up blood from the pressure.

“Insect!

Insect!

Insect!”

The Western War God roared while relentlessly stamping on Soya’s chest, each stomp causing her to cough up blood.

After several such blows, the ground where Soya lied collapsed, forming a small pit.

A hint of unbearable pain flashed in the eyes of the man in the black robe, but he could not afford to act rashly, he had to recover his Inner Strength as soon as possible, or else, not only would Soya die, but he might also et a similar fate.

The Western War God was too strong.

“Little girl, I will avenge you for sure!” The man in the black robe closed his eyes, refusing to witness that cruel scene any longer.

“Now, I’ll send this insect on her way!” The Western War God picked up the Ancient Sword Soya had dropped on the ground and thrust it viciously towards her heart.

Spurt, blood splattered.

Soya’s beautiful eyes bulged wide in shock.

However, the Ancient Sword did not pierce Soya’s heart, but was stopped half an inch into the armor.

A hand, not particularly strong, was firmly grasping the blade of the Ancient Sword.

Blood dripped down the blade, and amongst those bright red drops, there were traces of golden blood.

This unexpected turn of events montarily furrowed the brow of the Western War God.

Noticing that the person who had suddenly grabbed the blade was only at the Saint Realm, a sneering smile once again appeared on his face, “Another insect of the Saint Realm, Huaxia truly is a breeding ground for insects.”

Boom!

The Western War God had just finished speaking when he found himself being fiercely punched in the chest and, instantly, his body flew backward.

The Western War God was seething with rage, he had never imagined that this sudden intruder, this insect, would dare to strike him.

Caught off guard for a mont, he was sent flying.

A Hermit-level existence, sent flying by a tiny insect, this was a humiliation of epic proportions!

“Seeking death!” The Western War God let out an enraged roar.

However, just as his roar began, he found himself punched again.

The force sending him backward ca to an abrupt stop, and his body involuntarily flew forward.

Suddenly, around the body of the Western War God, seven or eight shadows appeared, seven or eight shadows, so punching, others kicking at the Western War God.

Bang bang bang!

The Western War God, like a ball, was kicked about between the nurous shadows.

Finally, the seven or eight shadows rged into one.

Dong!

A sound similar to a bell tolling rang out.

All of the shadows’ attacks converged, striking ferociously upon the chest of the Western War God.

Bang!

The Western War God’s body flew like a kite with a broken string, and only when it hit the ground, plowing a trench nearly ten ters long, did the terrifying impact force fully dissipate.

“Insect?” Wang Dadong stood indifferently on the spot, his gaze coldly following the Western War God who had been blasted dozens of ters away, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Now that he had broken through to the Saint Realm, and with the power of his bloodline, when he deployed Doomsday Bell, its power could definitely reach a Hermit-level!

The Western War God was stupefied; he couldn’t fathom how he, a Hermit-level being, had been batted around like a ball by a re Saint Realm youngster, and to top it off, he had been sent flying dozens of ters and injured!

“Good, good, good!” After a brief mont of shock, the Western War God regained his composure, a sinister smile on his face: “I really didn’t expect it, a small fry of the Saint Realm to possess such combat power.”

“Small fry of the Saint Realm?” The term used by the opponent confused Wang Dadong.

Calling soone at the Saint Realm a small fry?

Could it be, this person was at a Hermit-level?