The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Chapter 1594 - 1592: Mu Jin

The young man in white tapped his toes on the cliffside several times and disappeared from the sight of the two in an instant.

In fact, with Wang Dadong’s strength, he could easily catch up, but that would be too impolite, so he didn’t chase after him and continued to wait.

I believe that once he announces the name of Hell’s Death Knell, even the Battle God Temple will take it seriously.

With years of accumulation, Hell has gathered quite a bit of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which might interest the Battle God Temple, and they could engage in barter.

Of course, Wang Dadong had considered using money to buy the Ten Thousand Year Frost, but given its preciousness, it’s clear that such a treasure cannot be simply bought with money.

Even if it could be bought with money, the price would likely be one that even Wang Dadong couldn’t accept.

It’s not that Hell couldn’t come up with such an amount, but as a large organization, Hell also needs funds for purchasing equipment, various healing medicines, training new members, and compensating the families of fallen members, among other expenses.

Unless absolutely necessary, Wang Dadong would not easily use Hell’s funds.

Anyway, let’s first meet with the person in charge on their side.

About ten minutes later, two figures swiftly came stepping on snow from the mountaintop.

This was a base of the Battle God Temple, and everyone was extremely familiar with the terrain, so they dared to recklessly use Qinggong.

If it were anyone else, even someone as strong as Wang Dadong, using Qinggong recklessly in the snow mountains would likely result in falling off a cliff and dying.

"Elder Mu Jin, they trespassed into our Battle God Temple’s territory without permission!" The young man in white showed an angry and resentful expression, looking at Wang Dadong and the other person while speaking to a woman also dressed in white, whose skin was fair as snow, standing there as if she were one with the snow mountain.

Her aura was extremely restrained, and she must be an expert.

However, anyone who could be called an elder in the Battle God Temple must have considerable strength.

The woman’s appearance was elegant and extraordinary, with a standard oval face, a graceful figure with white robes, dancing gently with the snowflakes like an unworldly fairy untouched by the mortal realm.

"Hmm?" The woman named Mu Jin’s already cold face immediately revealed a trace of murderous intent, looking at the young man in white beside her.

This is the territory of the Battle God Temple, which has always been kept secret, and the young man in white speaking out like this was already a major taboo.

"Elder Mu Jin, please calm down. They already knew this place was the territory of the Battle God Temple. I had already informed them to leave quickly, but they still insisted on breaking in," the young man in white quickly explained.

Mu Jin squinted her eyes slightly, her gaze once again falling on the two, speaking indifferently, "Since you know this is the place of the Battle God Temple and yet dared to trespass, it seems you have some courage?"

Faced with the woman’s condescending posture, Wang Dadong did not get angry. The Battle God Temple indeed had its reasons for pride. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Hell’s Death Knell, especially here to seek medicine from your temple, to treat my loved one’s injury."

"What Hell’s Death Knell? Sorry, in our Battle God Temple, there are only combatants and mortals," Mu Jin said coldly.

Only combatants and mortals.

Clearly, the attitude of the Battle God Temple was somewhat overly high, not regarding Wang Dadong as the Lord of Hell in the least.

And this woman was not even the Hall Master of the Battle God Temple, merely an elder.

"So what Elder Mu Jin means is that I, a mere mortal, am unworthy of seeking medicine from the Battle God Temple?" Wang Dadong’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He had treated her with respect, yet the other side was so arrogant, even a clay figure would have three parts of fire.

Mu Jin did not answer Wang Dadong’s question, but her gaze said it all.

"However, if you can keep up with me, I might give you a chance," Mu Jin said, then lightly tapped her toe on the snow. Her graceful figure flew up like a Banished Fairy, light as a feather.

Her petite feet stepped on the snow, leaving not a trace at all.

In the blink of an eye, her figure had already moved several meters ahead on the steep snow mountain.

Mu Jin’s strength aside, just this display of Qinggong was enough to be astonishing. Wang Dadong couldn’t step on snow without a trace.

However, catching up to Mu Jin wasn’t that hard.

"Xiao Xue, hold on tight!" Wang Dadong directly picked up Qin Xue in his arms.

Then he chased after Mu Jin.

Seeing Wang Dadong actually dare to chase Mu Jin, a look of disdain appeared on the face of the young man in white.

"Elder Mu Jin’s Qinggong is the best among the nine Battle Saints. You think you can catch up to Elder Mu Jin, carrying someone no less, that’s simply wishful thinking."

Wang Dadong’s Qinggong was very different from Mu Jin’s. His every step was large and trembling, deeply embedding into the snow and even cracking the ice layer beneath.

Mu Jin stepped over the snow leaving no trace, while Wang Dadong cracked the ice layer beneath, showing the stark contrast between their skills!

But soon, the disdain on the young man in white’s face turned to shock.

Despite the apparent difference between Wang Dadong’s Qinggong and Mu Jin’s, he wasn’t left far behind by her.

"Impossible, how could he possibly keep up with Elder Mu Jin? It must be that Elder Mu Jin is deliberately letting him catch up." The young man in white justified to himself.

Actually, Wang Dadong could have left less of a trail, but in the snow mountain, a misstep could lead to a fall off a cliff with mortal consequences. So, he simply used the recoil force when stepping to propel himself upward towards the snow mountain peak.

Initially, though steep, the snow mountain wasn’t steep to an extreme, with a slope of about sixty to seventy degrees.

But gradually, the mountain became steeper, almost vertical, at least seventy to eighty degrees.

The mountain walls also became very smooth, with some areas looking as if they had been cut with a knife, providing no foothold.

Wang Dadong had to dig his hands into the cliffs to prevent himself from falling.

In contrast, Mu Jin kept her hands behind her back, her toes swiftly tapping on a nearly hammer-like cliff, her body light as a lively spirit. From Wang Dadong’s angle, he could only see a flutter of white robes.

It seemed that the other side wasn’t using her full strength.

No wonder she was so arrogant, just this display of Qinggong could likely rank in the world’s top ten.

Of course, some long-hidden monsters did not count.

Moreover, as the altitude increased, the temperature dropped rapidly, decreasing at a surprising speed.

At this moment, white frost started forming on Wang Dadong’s eyebrows.