The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Chapter 1438: Chapter 1438: How Could You Forget Me?

Nie Suyuan snorted coldly and asked disdainfully, "Every time it’s us being forced to respond, can’t we take the initiative for once?"

"But haven’t you already been demoted into the Nine Netherworld Deadlands?" The handsome man was somewhat unable to understand.

Nie Suyuan let out a mocking laugh. "Yet I’m still a Half-Immortal Body, with Immortal Bloodline flowing in my veins. Besides, if we really let you open that door, you think you’d be satisfied with unifying only the Immortal Realm and just let my Nine Netherworld Deadlands off?"

"Good, good, good!" The handsome man spat out three "goods" in a row, the Demonic Qi on his body crazily erupting. His originally flawless face twisted violently, and pitch-black Demon Patterns actually surfaced.

At the same time, two purple-gold horns suddenly grew out from his forehead.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

It wasn’t that this transformation shocked him, but that that golden chicken claw looked so familiar.

He suddenly remembered that this color was exactly the same as the purple-gold gourd Nie Suyuan had just taken out.

In an instant, Yang Yan thought of a possibility: if that gourd wasn’t refined from the Demon Race’s horns, it at least had a deep connection to them.

In fact, Yang Yan quickly understood why this Demon Race leader, who originally had a handsome face, reacted that way just now.

Because he discovered that not only Ten Swords, but even the two girls Void-Devouring Tiger and Thunderous Qianye each had a piece of equipment in their hands emitting Immortal Power.

Yang Yan finally understood why Nie Suyuan had suddenly disappeared for a while earlier—it turned out she’d gone off to do all this.

But she had really gone big this time.

You have to know, Immortal Power is actually hard to control. Whether it was Ten Swords or Thunderous Qianye, they clearly had never touched this kind of power before.

Yet now they could actually wield the Immortal Artifacts in their hands. There could only be one explanation—she’d tampered with them.

Yang Yan of course knew that Nie Suyuan gave them these Immortal Artifacts purely hoping that at critical moments they could stand up and slaughter the Demon Race to protect Earth.

And the Demon Race army before them clearly feared the Immortal Artifacts in their hands, so there was no need to show any mercy.

With a single command from Yang Yan, Ten Swords and the others took the lead, charging toward the dense mass of Demon Race experts in the sky.

Void-Devouring Tiger, however, flickered and appeared beside him, fighting shoulder to shoulder with him.

Yang Yan noticed a slight Immortal Power fluctuation emanating from Void-Devouring Tiger’s claws. Looking closely, he saw snake-like patterns drawn there forming a Talisman.

Compared to the Demon Race experts opposite them, Ten Swords and the others on Yang Yan’s side were much weaker in cultivation.

However, on one hand, Immortal Power–imbued Immortal Artifacts were the natural nemesis of the Demon Race; on the other, when they activated Immortal Qi, a shield formed naturally around them. As a result, they instead seized the upper hand.

Watching his subordinates—those opponents they had once regarded as mere ants—being slaughtered wantonly, the Demon Race leader with purple-gold horns burned with rage. With a frenzied roar, he directly tore free from Nie Suyuan’s entanglement and charged straight at Yang Yan.

More precisely, this guy was actually charging for the World-Ending Demon Spear in his hand!

Although Yang Yan was suspicious, his first reaction was that he absolutely could not let the other side succeed.

Only when the opponent drew near did he realize his instinct had been absolutely correct.

Even though the Demon Race leader hadn’t truly touched the World-Ending Demon Spear in Yang Yan’s hand yet, as his aura swept over, the spear began to tremble violently.

It was as if some invisible force was attracting it, and it almost tore itself free from Yang Yan’s grip.

Immediately, Nie Suyuan’s voice rang in Yang Yan’s ears.

"That guy has Demon God bloodline flowing in his body. Hurry up and put the World-Ending Demon Spear away!"

Even though he knew that without the World-Ending Demon Spear he could not possibly be a match for the man before him, Yang Yan still didn’t hesitate in the slightest. With a single thought, he stowed it away.

Bang!

Just as his right hand put away the World-Ending Demon Spear and his left hand cleaved out with Star Night, brimming with Immortal Power, he suddenly felt his chest jolt—the palm that appeared out of thin air struck him squarely.

Poof—

Blood spurted from his mouth as Yang Yan’s body flew out like a kite whose string had snapped.

But in the next instant he felt a rush of warm, soft fragrance as someone caught him.

Smelling that familiar scent, Yang Yan was stunned.

The one who caught him in midair was none other than Nie Suyuan.

Before Yang Yan could speak, her voice had already sounded. "Looks like our agreement has to be nullified. I have to unleash my cultivation now, or we’re all dying here today!"

Yang Yan clearly froze for a moment; he had obviously not expected Nie Suyuan to care so much about the agreement she’d made with him earlier.

He immediately replied, "Do as you like. If we’re dead, the agreement is useless anyway."

Unexpectedly, Nie Suyuan arched a brow. "An agreement is an agreement. Even if we die, it must be honored!"

Yang Yan was stunned again, then gave a bitter smile and nodded. "Alright, I agree!"

As the seal suppressing her cultivation was lifted, Yang Yan was astonished to find that after Nie Suyuan returned to early Divinity Transformation, she didn’t stop. She finally halted only when she reached late Divinity Transformation, infinitely close to the Divinity Transformation peak.

And that pause didn’t even seem to be her limit. It was only because as her cultivation rose, the surrounding space began to show signs of collapse that she was forced to stop.

Nie Suyuan turned into a streak of white light and collided once more with the Demon Race leader, the two battling so fiercely that heaven and earth went dim.

Yang Yan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi in his body.

That strike just now had injured him badly; even with the tough constitution of a Flawless Divine Body, he couldn’t recover in a short time.

He gripped Star Night tightly, then looked up toward the thickest part of the black mist.

Over there, flesh and blood flew, and screams rang out incessantly.

Within his line of sight, white and black radiance crisscrossed in the sky, and the screams, like beasts howling, were all coming from those Demon Race members.

Not far away, another figure stepped on the Void, howling as he came.

"Heh heh, how could you forget about me?"

Ao Tian’s voice arrived before he did, laughing loudly as he spoke to Yang Yan in high spirits.

When Yang Yan saw Ao Tian, he couldn’t help but frown slightly and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here? Wasn’t this space already tampered with and reinforced with a Space Forbidden Technique? How did you get in?"

He actually wasn’t worried about Zhou Hanyun and the others. Although Ao Tian could be careless at times, he was definitely the kind of person who knew what mattered and would never mess up on something like this.

And seeing his grin, he was obviously already done settling them down.

Knowing him, he was probably still scheming for Yang Yan to ask on his own and then take the chance to make Yang Yan tell him what that "gift" he’d mentioned before actually was.

Just then, Void-Devouring Tiger’s voice rang out. "Heh heh! Master, didn’t I leave a little door for us to escape in time? This guy probably slipped in through that."

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