The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 2342: Loser Gets the Hell Out!

Fitzroy Flores’ eyes turned red instantly.

Even though he had many children, his youngest son had the highest talent for cultivation. Fitzroy had invested countless efforts to make Magnus Flores the Junior Sect Master, achieving what he had today.

It was this favoritism that nurtured Magnus’ arrogant personality. After all, the Illusory Moon Sect was a very powerful Sect, and within its sphere of influence, it was like an emperor, the master of everyone’s lives!

What’s the big deal about playing with a few women?

A man liking women, what’s the problem with that?

Because of such beliefs, Fitzroy never interfered with his son’s affairs with women. When negotiating with the Wind Snow Sect and because his son was interested in Cirelle Moonshadow, he supported his son without hesitation. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It’s just the Wind Snow Sect, without strong backing, you should just endure it.

Not convinced?

Not convinced, then I’ll wipe out your entire family!

Fitzroy pampered Magnus to the point where he was widely recognized as the Junior Sect Master, set to inherit his position and become the new Sect Master of the Illusory Moon Sect. But now, everything was destroyed!

Magnus Flores was instantly killed by Flowing Cloud.

His body and spirit entirely obliterated!

Fitzroy shouted angrily, "You’ve gone too far!"

Flowing Cloud replied indifferently, "You lost a disciple and claimed resources from others as immense as a mountain, even having a Sect Master’s granddaughter delivered for your son to abuse. Your son tried to kill me, and now I’ve killed him. What’s wrong with that? Do you have any objections?"

Fitzroy gritted his teeth and shouted, "I know you’re a Great Land Prime Immortal, and we’re not your match, but don’t be too arrogant. There are Prime Immortals behind the Illusory Moon Sect too!"

Flowing Cloud raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? Then call them over to see."

Fitzroy had already been moved to kill by then, his face dark as he shouted, "Fine, if you dare, just wait!"

Flowing Cloud answered calmly, "No problem, I’ll wait. Since I’ve acted, something must come out of it, otherwise, pulling back and forth is just pointless."

Fitzroy’s expression was grim, "Alright!"

He pulled out a pitch-black token, with a trident symbol on top and two words inscribed on it.

Ralnor Warren.

Fitzroy infused it with spiritual power, and the token soared, releasing a golden light that projected into the sky. Instantly, the space above rippled as if a transparent screen had suddenly wrinkled.

The next second, the space seemed torn by a great force, transforming into a massive light gate dazzled with golden light, from which a figure stepped forward.

It was a tall Sea Tribe member, and as soon as he emerged from the gate, the crashing waves sound echoed in the sky, as if the world was instantly engulfed by a sea, and everyone could smell the sea breeze.

The Sea Tribe man’s gaze fell directly on a giant towering willow, revealing a serious expression.

"Fitzroy, what’s going on?"

Fitzroy saluted deeply, bowing: "This person is causing trouble in the Illusory Moon Sect. My son was turned into a tree spirit and obliterated, and Elder Zavian Hartman was severely injured by him and is on the brink of death. Please, senior, uphold justice for us."

Ralnor’s gaze landed on Flowing Cloud’s face, his voice cold: "Who are you, and why are you causing havoc and injuring people here?"

Flowing Cloud spoke mockingly, "If you’re standing up for someone, you should at least understand the full story. Otherwise, you might end up dead without knowing why."

Ralnor’s expression turned a little awkward; he was well-known as a Great Land Prime Immortal in this vast region. Who dared to be so disrespectful, to mock him so coldly?

Luckily, although Ralnor was infuriated inside, he could suppress his anger temporarily since Flowing Cloud was right. If he’s standing up for someone, he should at least understand the story and, most importantly, the other party’s background.

Though he was a supporter behind the Illusory Moon Sect, he was not someone they could order around at will.

"What happened? Tell me plainly, without hiding anything. Otherwise, bear the consequences!"

Fitzroy, gritting his teeth, recounted everything: "Initially, this was a grudge between our Illusory Moon Sect and the Wind Snow Sect. Suddenly, these two intervened, finding all sorts of reasons, making it obvious they wanted to stand up for the Wind Snow Sect. It didn’t matter what my son did, the result would be the same..."

Fitzroy wasn’t wrong here; no matter what Magnus Flores did, Carson Flores and Flowing Cloud would definitely look for trouble. However, he wasn’t entirely correct either; had Magnus been sensible, Flowing Cloud might not have killed him.

Carson Flores and Flowing Cloud came to resolve a problem. Though killing wasn’t a big deal, nobody was a bloodthirsty maniac, killing strangers indiscriminately.

Ralnor turned: "Are you standing up for the Wind Snow Sect?"

Flowing Cloud casually replied, "I met Cirelle Moonshadow on the road, felt pity for what she endured, so I lent her a hand. Killing Magnus was just an eye for an eye since he intended to kill me first."

Ralnor nodded, not commenting on who was right or wrong: "Since you’ve come, why not reveal your origins?"

"Eastern Radiance, Wuling Mountain, Flowing Cloud."

Ralnor’s expression suddenly changed: "Dragon Mountain Sect, someone from the Cloud generation?"

Flowing Cloud calmly replied, "Yes."

Ralnor’s expression fluctuated unpredictably. Though strong and quite arrogant himself, he knew that the Dragon Mountain Sect was one of the Three Sects of Eastern Radiance and those of the Cloud generation were of the highest rank in Dragon Mountain Sect, even more senior than the Sect Leader.

Could such a person be weak?

After pondering for a few seconds, Ralnor asked, "Flowing Cloud, is your action this time representing yourself or the Dragon Mountain Sect?"

Flowing Cloud sneered, "I’m one of the old fellows of the Dragon Mountain Sect—what’s the difference? But if you insist on asking, I can give you the answer you desire: this action is purely my own will and has nothing to do with the Dragon Mountain Sect."

Ralnor breathed a sigh of relief internally. Had Flowing Cloud said he was acting on behalf of the Dragon Mountain Sect, Ralnor would probably have turned and left immediately.

Though arrogant, Ralnor didn’t believe his faction could directly contend with the Dragon Mountain Sect. They dared to challenge even the Sea God Sect—how could his sect compare?

Flowing Cloud stated he represented himself, which gave Ralnor an idea.

Though Flowing Cloud was from the Cloud generation of the Dragon Mountain Sect and undoubtedly an expert with formidable strength, wasn’t Ralnor just as strong?

He might have lived longer, but that didn’t mean he was necessarily more powerful!

If Ralnor heard Flowing Cloud’s name today and fled in panic—the story spread, where would his pride be?

Ralnor spoke solemnly, "Let’s put aside right and wrong for now; since Flowing Cloud has made a move to kill and I have arrived, we should settle this today. How about it?"

Flowing Cloud smiled, "Indeed, we should have a fight. How about we keep it straightforward: whoever loses gets out. Oh, if I lose, I’ll wash my hands off this matter; if you lose, you can call more people..."