The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 784 is interesting, but unfortunately you still have to die.

Lin Chen summoned his flying sword and caught himself as he fell from mid-air, while simultaneously looking at the attacker.

The attacker was a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face, wearing an old Taoist robe and a tall hat, his eyes fixed on Lin Chen with a sinister gaze.

Lin Chen shouted, "I don't know you. Have you killed the wrong person?"

Regardless of who the other party was, Lin Chen threw out a question first, hoping that as long as the other party answered him, he would have a chance to catch his breath.

The middle-aged Taoist coldly replied, "I am Taoist Lu. I kill people entirely according to my will. It is normal that you do not recognize me, because I do not recognize you either."

Lin Chen was both shocked and furious: "If you don't know me and have no grudge against me, why would you try to kill me?"

Lu Daoren coldly replied, "I'm short on money lately."

Lin Chen was shocked.

Holy crap, it was murder and robbery?
Am I really that unlucky?

"This place isn't far from Kunlun. Aren't you afraid of provoking Kunlun?"

Lu Daoren sneered: "Once a person is dead, who would know?"

Lin Chen glanced at the Silver Dragon Scissors floating in mid-air and felt a chill run down his spine. This guy was definitely very strong. The flying boat was a specially tempered flying magic weapon. In addition to having a spiritual energy shield, it was also made of special metal and was extremely hard. However, it was cut in half by the opponent with a single scissor, which showed its terrifying destructive power.

At least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Trouble.

Lin Chen tried to negotiate: "I'm only at the Golden Core stage, and I don't have many spirit stones. How about I give you all my spirit stones and valuables, and you let me go?"

Lu Daoren smiled coldly: "Even if you die, they will still be mine."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen knew there was no point in negotiating.

"I possess a magical artifact. If you kill me, my master will witness my dying moments, and your identity will be exposed..."

Lu Daoren didn't care at all: "So what if you know? If you want to kill me, you'll have to catch me first. I'm not even afraid of the heavens, so why would I be afraid of a few cultivators?"

Lin Chen's face suddenly lit up with joy, and he looked into the distance: "Someone's coming."

Lu Daoren was startled and subconsciously turned his head, but Lin Chen took the opportunity to fly down to the ground on his sword.

He's only at the Golden Core stage; fighting a Nascent Soul stage cultivator in mid-air—isn't that just courting death?
The only thing he possesses that can restrain those at the Nascent Soul stage is the Human Emperor Seal, but he cannot control it. The Human Emperor Seal is so small that if the opponent doesn't attack it, it becomes useless.
Moreover, knowing the importance of this thing, he dared not take it out casually; otherwise, it would be like throwing a meat bun to a dog—gone and never to be returned.

He would not gamble with the Human Emperor's Seal unless he was certain of death.

He could only pin his hopes on the newly acquired skill of shrinking the distance to an inch.

When Lu Daoren turned around, his expression immediately turned cold. He had actually been tricked by the ant in front of him. With a wave of his hand, the silver dragon scissors in the air transformed into two silver rays, chasing after Lin Chen.

Lin Chen threw out the Xuan Turtle Shield, summoned the Three Provinces Sword, and finally patted the dragon turtle pendant on his chest. A light flashed on his body, and a dragon turtle crouched down, protecting Lin Chen beneath him.

A silvery light fell.

The Xuan Turtle Shield felt immense pressure and instantly the three shields overlapped. However, it only held out for less than half a second before the three overlapping shields were torn apart by the silver light, like a red-hot knife cutting through solidified butter, smooth and silky.

The silver light continued to fall.

The image of the dragon turtle dimmed instantly and then shattered.

The spiritual energy shield, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator, appeared so fragile and vulnerable under Lu Daoren's Silver Dragon Scissors. Although the silver light had dimmed considerably after being blocked twice, it still slashed towards Lin Chen with the momentum of a dragon.

The swords of the three provinces rise.

The sword light was as white as snow, and the sword energy crisscrossed.

All sixty-four sword bones awakened instantly, like sixty-four bone swords shooting out an extremely subtle but incredibly sharp sword aura towards the oncoming silver light.

The Three Provinces Sword collided with the silver light countless times in the blink of an eye. With each collision, Lin Chen felt as if he had been struck by a giant wielding a massive hammer.

Blood spilled from Lin Chen's mouth, and his skin cracked from the intense impact, splattering blood everywhere. With each bombardment, Lin Chen plummeted dozens of meters downwards.

Ignoring everything else, Lin Chen stubbornly held on to his three-foot sword barrier, preventing it from being broken, as his body continued to approach the ground.

The momentum of the Silver Dragon Scissors' strike gradually dissipated, and it floated up into the air.

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared in Lu Daoren's eyes: "A body of sword bones and a three-foot sword curtain, actually able to block my attack, that's interesting. Unfortunately, you still have to die today."

As Lu Daoren spoke, he pointed a finger, and a spell imbued with abundant spiritual energy landed on the Silver Dragon Scissors. The Silver Dragon Scissors, which had been dim, shone brightly again. After circling in the air, it pounced on Lin Chen once more, with even greater momentum than the first time.

Master Lu is getting serious.

At the same time, Lin Chen finally landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

one strike!
Lu Daoren's casual strike nearly cost Lin Chen his life.

The silver dragon scissors fell.

The image of the dragon turtle reappeared on Lin Chen's body, and then he circulated his spiritual energy, frantically gathering it in his right foot.

He took one step forward.

(End of this chapter)