The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Although Wyrella Holt was somewhat unwilling to abandon her plan to kill Eolan Lorcan, since the Barbarian King had spoken, she had no choice but to give it up.

As the Barbarian King said, acting in the name of vengeance, one attempt should suffice. If you’d wiped out his whole family, it would’ve been settled. But due to your own negligence, the person survived and escaped from the Sect, yet you refused to let it go, which seems overly domineering.

Even though there is no Quasi-Saint in the Southern Wilderness Demon Race now, with so many Peak Great Land Prime Immortals on the threshold, who can say no one will take that step?

Wyrella Holt’s greatest hatred now was Carson Flores. This boy had previously ridiculed and embarrassed the Barbarian King Palace before many Demon and Barbarian tribes, and now he had thoroughly humiliated her in public.

He must be killed; otherwise, she would lose all face!

Only his death could truly turn the page on this matter!

The Barbarian King obviously understood this, which is why he decided to extend a helping hand.

Wyrella Holt couldn’t represent the Barbarian King Palace, but the Barbarian King’s grandson was killed by a disciple of the Battle Hall at the Myriad Immortals Palace, and his daughter-in-law was humiliated. Although there were inside stories, it looked like a slap in the face for the Barbarian King to anyone.

The world always looks at the results, not the underlying causes.

"Wait here."

The Barbarian King stood up and vanished with a step.

Wyrella Holt felt assured in her heart; with the King himself acting, that boy was dead for sure!

Even if he is a disciple of the Battle Hall at the Myriad Immortals Palace, so what?

Would the Myriad Immortals Palace Master really turn against the Barbarian King for a Battle Hall disciple?

Surely, Master Path would give that face!

Wyrella Holt didn’t wait long before the Barbarian King reappeared in the cave mansion.

Wyrella Holt rose with joy, eagerly asking, "How did it go, King? Is there a result?"

The Barbarian King’s expression was cold and hard: "You’ve been deceived."

Wyrella Holt froze: "I know, but at the time, none of us knew who he was..."

"That’s not it."

The Barbarian King shook his head, interrupting Wyrella Holt: "He is not a disciple of the Battle Hall at the Myriad Immortals Palace."

Wyrella Holt was dumbfounded: "Ah, so that identity was also a pretence?"

The Barbarian King nodded: "Yes, he was originally the direct disciple of Floating Cloud, the top expert of the Dragon Mountain Sect, one of the Three Sects of Eastern Radiance. Later, he defected from Dragon Mountain Sect, and with Quasi-Saint Snow Zane, committed great slaughters in the West Prison. The City Lords of Malignant Dragon City and Wind-Thunder City, multiple experts, even Master Kaethor Jandric of the Battle Hall and many Battle Hall disciples all perished by their hands."

"Snow Zane created a massacre to lure out the Ten Thousand Immortals Hall Master for a decisive battle. Master of Path and Cyrveth McCarty, the Quasi-Saint of Skyreach Sect, teamed up, and seeing they were about to kill Snow Zane, the Saint of Thieves intervened to rescue her."

"Carson Flores once appeared before the Hall Master with his incarnation and was instantly killed by the Hall Master. At the time, the Hall Master was unaware he possessed the Doppelganger Divine Ability and, being a minor figure, it didn’t draw much attention, so it escaped the Hall Master’s notice."

"Later on, this boy disappeared without a trace, only to unexpectedly reappear in the Southern Wilderness. Not only did he deceive you, but everyone else as well. I suspect even the entirety of the Illusory Snake Sect was fooled by him..."

Wyrella Holt was completely stunned.

How could this boy be so formidable?

The identity of being a disciple of Floating Cloud from the Dragon Mountain Sect, though extraordinary, would not intimidate her. However, alongside Quasi-Saint Snow Zane, they committed monstrous slaughters in the West Prison, wiping out two of the Twelve Immortal Gates, with the Myriad Immortals Palace Battle Hall Master also dying by their hands, and they even had ties with the Saint of Thieves. That was somewhat stupefying.

Most importantly, he did all this and still lived on well!

Wyrella Holt’s mind was momentarily in disarray.

What to do?

What could be done?

The Twelve Immortal Kings, the Myriad Immortals Palace Battle Hall Master, when they killed, they killed. Even the Ten Thousand Immortals Hall Master, he dared to confront directly. Would such a person fear Wyrella Holt or the Barbarian King Palace?

The Barbarian King looked at the bewildered Wyrella Holt and said in a deep voice: "The Myriad Immortals Palace will issue an Order of Ten Thousand Immortals to hunt Carson Flores. I will also issue an Order of the Barbarian King, hunting Carson Flores within the Southern Wilderness."

"This boy is not of the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, alone, and he possesses the means to avoid being tracked and detected, so many tracking methods won’t work. Finding him will be challenging."

"Though both the Myriad Immortals Palace and I have issued warrants, ultimately it depends on luck, so don’t get your hopes up. The Immortal Realms are vast; if someone has the means to hide and is determined to do so, the odds of finding them are extremely low."

"In conclusion, let this matter end here; what follows is left to fate."

Wyrella Holt nodded woodenly, her mind in turmoil.

The Myriad Immortals Palace had no solution, the Barbarian King had no solution, what could she do?

The humiliation she suffered would likely not be avenged; she might become the butt of all jokes henceforth.

Wyrella Holt suddenly felt immense regret.

How did she let herself be fooled by him back then?

She should have sent a Great Land Prime Immortal to test whether he was really a Quasi-Saint!

How could she have been so foolish?

I was so foolish, truly!