The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1180 - 1082: Spirit Breaking

"Hua Wuqing, your great momentum has already passed. Return to your Demon Realm."

Yang Tian said calmly.

"You’re just my dog. What right do you have to block my path!"

Hua Wuqing’s face lit with rage.

She flew coldly towards Yang Tian, a Demon Palm crashing towards Yang Tian’s front.

Powerful Demon Breath surged out.

Even Yang Tian was sent flying backwards from the shock.

Hua Wuqing arrived in front of Flower Dance, coldly saying, "This is between you and me. The victor is the king, the loser must leave here!"

"Of course!"

It was time for Flower Dance to reclaim what belonged to her.

Both Hua Wuqing and Flower Dance belonged to the Butterfly Demon Race’s Hua Butterfly, with the noble bloodline of the Butterfly Royal Family flowing through their veins.

Their battle would surely be earth-shattering.

The surrounding women instinctively retreated.

"Let’s begin!"

Flower Dance waved her hand, and a Demon Sword appeared. She was about to stab towards Hua Wuqing, but at that moment, a powerful Demon Thought surged down from Hua Wuqing.

This was precisely Hua Wuqing’s Butterfly Bloom.

As the Palace Master of Butterfly Palace, she could unleash powerful Demon Thoughts to suppress any Demon Race within Butterfly Palace.

In that instant, Flower Dance was frozen, unable to move.

Hua Wuqing, showing no mercy, grabbed the Demon Sword from Flower Dance’s hand and stabbed it towards Flower Dance’s chest with a smack.

"Flower Dance, be careful!"

Yang Tian shouted heavily.

Flower Dance shuddered, snapped out of it, and instinctively raised her hands to block.

But even so, the sharp Demon Sword pierced through Flower Dance’s hands, reaching her chest. Fortunately, the sword stopped at her chest.

"Hua Wuqing!"

Flower Dance’s eyes turned blood red, and her soul emerged, striking towards Hua Wuqing in front.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Hua Wuqing was sent flying.

Flower Dance’s figure flickered, producing twelve souls in the sky.

"Are you going to use the Sacred Power?"

Hua Wuqing frowned, her expression growing serious.

"Victory or defeat lies in this strike."

Yang Tian also gazed at Flower Dance in mid-air.

"Twelve Demon Array!"

Flower Dance shouted delicately, and the twelve souls around her all ignited, transforming into twelve eternally glowing Demon Pearls.

This Twelve Demon Array tightly trapped Hua Wuqing.

Soon, a sacred light shone from one clone, and the twelve clones shot out twelve sacred rays towards Hua Wuqing.

Hua Wuqing’s face grew extremely solemn.

She struggled with the Demon Sword in her hand.

But as the Demon Sword reached the sacred light, it was shattered with a smack.

Seeing this, Hua Wuqing could basically confirm that Flower Dance’s attack was the most sacred and pure light in the legendary Butterfly Demon Race.

Everyone in Butterfly Palace who encountered these sacred lights would be rapidly refined.

Even Hua Wuqing could only evade.

"Soul-Transferring Demon Technique!"

Suddenly, Hua Wuqing shouted.

She vanished into thin air, moving swiftly within the Demon Array, her figure flickering, whipping up a gale.

The twelve sacred rays couldn’t attack Hua Wuqing at all.

Soon, silence returned all around.

Hua Wuqing floated in mid-air, exuding a regal aura.

"Palace Master mighty! Palace Master mighty! Palace Master mighty!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

But Yang Tian shook his head: "It’s useless. If Flower Dance increases the number of lights, Hua Wuqing will die too!"

At this moment, a trace of cold glint flashed in Hua Wuqing’s eyes, realizing that in this instant, to survive, she must kill Flower Dance.

Or escape from this Twelve Demon Array.

"Hua Wuqing, you killed my mother and took the Palace Master position. Today, I uphold justice on behalf of heaven!"

Flower Dance shouted demonically.

The twelve clones clapped out three sacred rays, attacking Hua Wuqing.

Within the Demon Array, thirty-six sacred rays boiled.

Even Hua Wuqing’s expression grew serious.

"Hua Wuqing, today is your death day!"

Flower Dance said coldly.

Then she pressed heavily with her hand.

Bang!

In an instant, the entire sky ignited.

All thirty-six sacred rays shone towards Hua Wuqing, and in a moment, Hua Wuqing disappeared.

Once silence returned, Hua Wuqing reappeared in the sky.

Only she was clearly injured, her face pale and bloodless.

"Still not dead?"

Flower Dance’s crisp voice echoed as the twelve clones once again gathered strong and sacred lights.

Hua Wuqing’s face grew extremely heavy.

She glanced at Yang Tian, speaking lightly: "Make her stop. Otherwise, we all die here!"

"Return to the Demon Realm, and everything will end!"

Yang Tian said coldly.

"Very well!" Hua Wuqing nodded, and with a press of her hand, a mark deeply imprinted in Yang Tian’s soul began to emit powerful light.

Yang Tian frowned.

He clearly felt he was no longer under control.

Bang!

In an instant, Yang Tian’s body ignited.

"Hua Wuqing, what are you doing!"

Flower Dance’s expression changed.

"I said, if you don’t stop, it’s death!"

Hua Wuqing’s lips curled into a cold smile. She clasped the Demon Seal, chanting the Demon Technique silently, her body also igniting in mid-air.

"You’re using Spirit Breaking!"

Flower Dance looked extremely grave.

It was evident that Hua Wuqing intended to break the spirit along with Yang Tian, burning their lives, cultivation, and fate to condense into the most terrifying strike.

Such a strike was enough to counter Flower Dance’s Sacred Light.

"Stop immediately, and I won’t attack you anymore!"

Flower Dance instinctively shouted.

She didn’t want Yang Tian to die.

The soul within Yang Tian’s body had long been imprinted with a Soul Mark by Hua Wuqing.

Honestly, Yang Tian couldn’t resist Hua Wuqing at all.

Hua Wuqing was clearly pulling Yang Tian along to fight against Flower Dance, but afterward, whether Yang Tian or Hua Wuqing, they would both die, and Flower Dance would likely be killed by Hua Wuqing’s Spirit Breaking strike.

This was completely a mutual destruction tactic.

"I surrender, stop immediately!"

Flower Dance’s soul returned to her body, dispersing the twelve clones in mid-air.

"Surrendering now? It’s too late, Flower Dance. Today, both you and I shall die!" Pausing, Hua Wuqing coldly glanced at Yang Tian: "Yang Tian, if I can’t have you, I’ll destroy you!"

Bang!

A roar erupted, causing the entire sky to boil.