The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife Chapter 1135: Leaping Off the Cliff

Soul Destroyer only felt a burning pain on his cheek and began to wonder if the blade of the black-clad woman’s knife was smeared with chili oil. Just a single slash and it hurt so much. He reached out to wipe his face, and then, when he saw his hand again, he was startled—not just blood, but also a patch of blackness. This was... poison.

"Poisonous Woman, you actually poisoned the blade." This time, Soul Destroyer was completely serious, or to be precise, he was furious. He tapped several acupuncture points on his face with his fingers to stop the spread of the toxin. In just a few seconds, he was starting to feel dizzy and weak.

Damn it, I absolutely can’t fall here. Soul Destroyer forced himself to stay alert. This was a battle—if he lost focus, he’d surely die.

"Soul Destroyer, are you okay?" Demoness rushed over when she saw that Soul Destroyer was injured and poisoned. Sure enough, the toxin from the wound had already begun to slowly spread.

"Hmph, you’ve been poisoned by the Thousand Spider Poison. Without treatment, your face will become unrecognizable within two days, and you’ll inevitably die in three. If you activate your Inner Strength, the toxin will spread faster, and even sealing the acupuncture points won’t help." The black-clad woman sneered.

"Poisonous Woman, I never thought you’d be so insidious." Demoness cursed coldly. She was equally concerned about Soul Destroyer’s safety. Now that he was poisoned, she wished she could tear the black-clad woman into pieces to vent her anger.

"Aren’t you all a bunch of ruthless demons in the Netherworld Palace? Why act so noble? Surrender, and I can give you the antidote." The black-clad woman spoke while signaling her men to encircle them.

"Hmph, dreaming of getting us to surrender." Soul Destroyer laughed loudly, piercing a black-clad man’s chest with a sword. His Inner Strength shattered the man’s heart.

"Rejecting a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, go, take them out." The black-clad woman sneered, and upon receiving the order, her men charged forward. Demoness and Soul Destroyer stood back to back. Both were battle commanders of the Netherworld Palace, powerful in their own right. In Huaxia’s cultivation hierarchy, both would be experts at the late stage of Soul Emergence. Yet due to the characteristics of Eastern and Western cultivation, a Westerner at the late stage of Soul Emergence would typically have greater combat ability than an Easterner. Western Underworld cultivation was for combat and slaughter, while in Huaxia, some cultivated just for strengthening the body. Furthermore, Demoness and Soul Destroyer were very experienced fighters, and together, they held their ground against the black-clad warriors.

"You go first, I’ll cover you." Demoness sensed that Soul Destroyer’s movements were becoming weaker, and now, his cheek was half black, half white—the black part was the poison, and the white part was pallid from weakness.

"What are you saying? How could a man like me let a woman protect me?" Soul Destroyer laughed bitterly, swinging his sword to slice a black-clad man’s neck, bringing him down.

"The Thousand Spider Poison is extremely potent. I want to see how long you can last." The black-clad woman looked at them coldly. "I’ve already sent people to chase down your superiors. Even if you both fight to the death here, it will be pointless."

"Pah, just because you say so doesn’t make it true. I won’t believe you." Demoness glanced around—they had intercepted everyone just now. Ji Qian must have taken the opportunity to leave; even if the black-clad woman’s reinforcements arrived, it’d be too late.

"Let’s see how you die here then." The black-clad woman signaled for her men to advance.

"Soul Destroyer, you’ve already saved my life once. This time, let me save you." Demoness’s tone softened. Given the current situation, it was unlikely they could escape unscathed. If they didn’t leave soon, they’d be surrounded by more enemies, and even with wings, they wouldn’t escape.

"Nonsense, you never owed me anything, so there’s nothing to repay." Soul Destroyer’s voice already sounded weak. Demoness grew even more anxious, reaching out to support him.

"Fine, I’m begging you now, okay? While you can still walk, let me cover you." Demoness’s tone was almost pleading. It was the first time she’d softened like this, and only towards Soul Destroyer would she act this way.

"Demoness, do you trust me?" Soul Destroyer whispered in her ear.

"What... nonsense, of course, I trust you." Demoness felt baffled by this, unsure how it related to their dire combat situation.

"Then stand in front of me." Soul Destroyer said with a faint smile.

"What do you mean by this?" Demoness was curious but still moved in front of Soul Destroyer. The black-clad men were uncertain of their actions, hesitating to strike.

"Hold me tight." Soul Destroyer said softly.

"What are you up to?" Demoness was stunned by his words. Why would Soul Destroyer say such a thing?

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry, or I won’t hold on." Soul Destroyer’s face appeared ghastly due to the poison.

"Oh, okay." Demoness quickly reached out, embracing Soul Destroyer. Even the ruthless black-clad men were taken aback, unsure what was happening.

"Hold tighter, don’t let go."

"Facing death, you’re still thinking of this silly thing. Attack and kill them." The black-clad woman commanded coldly. Her men, not daring to delay, lunged forward.

"Hang on to me." Soul Destroyer suddenly shouted, and as he spoke, the two of them disappeared on the spot. By the time the others realized it, Soul Destroyer had brought Demoness to the cliff’s edge.

"What are you planning?" The black-clad woman shouted in shock, unsure of Soul Destroyer’s intentions.

"What are you doing?" Demoness was equally stunned but knew Soul Destroyer wouldn’t harm her, so she wasn’t panicked.

"Escape." Soul Destroyer stepped to the cliff’s edge and leaped off.

"Crazy people." The black-clad woman rushed up, cursing them loudly.

Ahhhh.

The instantaneous feeling of weightlessness made Demoness scream uncontrollably. This was a cliff, after all; no matter how high one’s cultivation, the fall would be fatal.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, Demoness felt her body jerk to a stop, as if a massive hand had caught them. Looking up, she saw a parachute above them. Demoness, relieved, realized that Soul Destroyer’s backpack contained a parachute.

"You’re brilliant." Demoness shouted excitedly. She even wanted to raise her hand to high-five Soul Destroyer, but then remembered that loosening her grip meant falling.

"Soul Destroyer, Soul Destroyer, say something." Demoness called out several times, but Soul Destroyer stayed silent. By the moonlight, she finally realized that he had passed out.