The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO-Chapter 882 - 784: I’m Upset, So I’ll Kill You!

Wu Yue was also furious. She flew towards the helicopter opposite, and while in mid-air, she chanted incantations. Sheets of Divine Talismans flew out of her body, floating around her, forming a Spirit Breath Mark.

"Today, I will slaughter heartily!"

Wu Yue muttered, suddenly biting her finger, letting a stream of blood drip onto a Divine Talisman.

"Yueyue, what are you doing?"

Yang Tian looked puzzled.

For he clearly sensed that the Divine Talisman in Wu Yue's hand was filled with the Magic Breath of the soul.

Every Cultivator has a Lifebound Magic Breath for their soul. This Lifebound Magic Breath is exceedingly powerful and rare, typically not used unless in a life-or-death situation, but Wu Yue was using her Lifebound Magic Breath now.

"Yueyue is preparing to start killing..."

Wu Zetian said indifferently.

"Oh?" Yang Tian glanced at Wu Yue in mid-air and raised his voice, "Lori, this is between us, let Madala withdraw all the soldiers."

"Withdraw? You stole treasures from Italy. Either leave the treasures or go to hell!"

A cold voice sounded.

It was the werewolf Lori.

But Lori was not on the scene; he was inside a military tank three kilometers away.

Seeing this, Yang Tian's eyes showed a hint of a cold smile: "If so, then their deaths are on you! Yueyue, do it!"

"Hmph!"

Wu Yue snorted coldly, as if expressing her dissatisfaction with Yang Tian and Eliza. Then, she ignited the Divine Talisman in her hand.

Instantly, the marks around her began to boil.

At that moment, Wu Yue flew towards the helicopter, her figure flashing, and her soul emerged, sweeping into the helicopter. The five Magic Breath Marks on her body crackled, piercing through the bodies of Madala's three men inside the helicopter.

The Magic Breath Mark first passed through the pilot's body, staining the light with his blood.

Moreover, as it passed through, the five Magic Breath Marks became ten marks.

The pilot let out a terrified scream, and the next second, his body exploded, still shouting, "Ghost, it's a ghost..."

Wu Yue didn't slow for a moment. Her soul swept towards the officer next to Madala. She emitted a low hum; her soul now appeared as a phantom.

Floating before the officer's eyes was a Yaksha Demon, a phantom emitted by Wu Yue.

Before he could react, the Yaksha Demon had passed through his body, and then a series of cracking sounds erupted. He looked down to see five blood-glowing marks had pierced through him.

In a blink, those five marks became ten marks again.

"Obliterate!"

Wu Yue shouted coldly.

The ten marks flew back to her hand, and the officer's body exploded.

Wu Yue killed two people in a single breath, and the original five marks turned into fifteen marks, each stained with bright red blood, looking extremely splendid.

"A merciless killer indeed!"

Madala roared, suddenly leaping from the helicopter, transforming into a werewolf in mid-air.

Falling to the ground, he swiftly dashes down the mountain, growling, "Colonel Fiers is dead, everyone follows my command, use artillery to obliterate these Oriental assailants!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions rang out.

From the mountainside, artillery shells began to rain down.

"All these people should go to hell!"

Wu Yue waved her hand, and the fifteen marks around her began to spin. All incoming artillery was shattered against the marks. Moving swiftly, she flashed to the mountainside.

"Who is this?"

Down the mountainside, soldiers on military vehicles equipped with the most advanced weapons changed expressions.

"Infantry, begin attacking, fire tube team, be ready at any moment!"

An urgent voice rang out.

The military vehicles equipped with machine guns fired streams of bullets at Wu Yue.

Yet, the fifteen marks twirling around Wu Yue could not be penetrated by any bullet.

Seeing that bullets were ineffective, the soldiers grabbed rocket launchers, firing boomingly at Wu Yue.

"Excellent!"

Wu Yue merely said, and with a flash, she descended.

Chanting an incantation, her soul emerged, traversing the military vehicles. Her soul sweeping over them, the fifteen marks burned, splitting into three groups, launching at the soldiers.

Every soldier killed meant five marks became ten.

In a short span, ten military vehicles were destroyed by Wu Yue, and the marks floating around her body increased from fifteen to a hundred.

"Snipers, begin the attack!"

A military officer roared, jumping onto a tank to retreat, ordering vehicles with heavy missiles for an assault.

At that moment, Wu Yue's eyes flashed with killing intent: "Alright, let's send them all to hell!"

Then, she pinched her hand.

Bang!

A booming sound echoed.

The hundred marks around her scattered with crackling energy, each possessing powerful destructive capabilities. On striking a soldier, it exploded with a bang, spilling blood.

Below the mountainside, no soldiers escaped, all were struck by Wu Yue's marks.

Screams of suffering rang out, quickly quieting down.

Wu Yue waved her hand, retrieving the last ten marks: "Used ninety marks, killed ninety people. Who else dares, come at me!"

Her voice echoed around Suvivi Volcano.

The faces of the officers at the base of the mountain changed, for the ambush awaiting at the mountainside was a formidable Italian army, with Madala as their leader. Yet, in less than ten minutes, it was silence on the mountainside, with no response from any radio call.

"It seems they're all dead. Maybe we should retreat..."

One officer paled as he spoke.

Before him stood the police chief of the nearby Italian precinct, also anxious. Looking up, he could barely make out a mass of energy flying down: "We'd better retreat; this is beyond us!"

"No one retreats, those who do will die!"

A cold voice rose, as three men descended, none other than Lori, Moreno, and Madala.

Lori looked anxious, turning to Madala: "Madala, is the president of Milan, Olanma, coming? Did he personally say he'll deal with Yang Tian?"

"Yes, I just received a call from Olanma. He said he would confront Yang Tian himself and told us to hold Yang Tian, not letting him leave!"

Madala replied quickly.

"When will Olanma arrive?"

Lori shouted.

"In half an hour..."