The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Capítulo 2027: Chapter 2027: Petty Tricks, Daring to Show Off Before Experts?

“This gift, well, hehe, everyone, please take a look.”

With Carson Flores’s voice, a golden light suddenly spilled from the Ethereal Pagoda, and silhouettes appeared in the air along with the golden light.

Everyone’s gaze was instantly fixed on these silhouettes, eyes filled with astonishment. The gift Carson spoke of turned out to be living people?

As the golden light faded, over twenty people appeared mid-air. These people floated in the air, seeing the scene around them, without any look of joy, but rather deep fear swept across their faces.

It’s over!

They had arrived in front of Sergio Wilkins, being returned as captives to the Three Saints Sect in front of thousands of Immortals; the Three Saints Sect’s face was thoroughly lost!

As the representative of the Three Saints Sect, isn’t Sergio Wilkins’s face being slapped repeatedly in public?

We’ve made him lose face to such an extent, given his personality, will he let us go?

We’re certainly doomed this time!

When numerous Immortals recognized Aydin Hatfield and others, the crowd instantly exploded.

“Aydin Hatfield!”

“These people are all senior members of the Heavenly Alliance, and they’ve all fallen into Carson Flores’s hands!”

“Has the Celestial Palace gone mad? This isn’t a gift; this is straightforwardly a slap in the face of the Three Saints Sect!”

“Carson is too bold, isn’t he? Does he truly have no fear of death?”

“It’s over, Carson is doomed!”

“Yes, he’s doomed! He’s returning the Three Saints Sect’s captives in front of so many people. This isn’t a gift; it’s an unrestrained slap in the face, a declaration of war!”

Sergio Wilkins’s initial smile froze and turned into intense murderous intent.

“You’re courting death!”

Carson Flores showed an expression of surprise: “Fellow Daoist Nangong, aren’t these people all subordinates of your Three Saints Sect? They have constantly been targeting the Celestial Palace, always pursuing me. After capturing them, we harbor no grudge and return them to show the goodwill of the Celestial Palace, hoping to coexist peacefully with the Three Saints Sect…”

“Shut up!”

Sergio Wilkins angrily shouted, cutting off Carson’s words. He stared into Carson’s eyes, his gaze icy: “Speak, how do you wish to die?”

Carson spread his hands, his tone surprised: “Really? I’ve safely returned your people, and not only do you not appreciate it but you also want to kill me. Is this repaying kindness with enmity? Are the fellow daoists of your Three Saints Sect all this unreasonable?”

Sergio Wilkins coldly glared at Carson: “Spare me your words. From the moment I arrived, the Celestial Palace was destined to be destroyed by me. Since you came, you must die!”

Carson sighed, the smile on his face fading: “I know your Three Saints Sect is powerful, but if you wish to conquer the Thunder Immortal Realm, you must stake your lives. I know you all are Great Land Sovereigns, paragons of the heavens, but I must seriously ask one question…”

Carson’s gaze swept over Sergio Wilkins, Emmett Rhodes, and Tori Greene, with an abnormal sense of pressure in his voice: “Are you prepared to die here?”

The entire place went silent.

Everyone looked at Carson as if they had seen a ghost.

What did Carson just say?

Did he actually threaten the three Great Land Sovereigns, including Sergio Wilkins, right in front of them?

Was he suggesting that the Great Land Sovereigns would die in the Thunder Immortal Realm?

Has he gone mad?

Or, does he already know he’s doomed, so he’s recklessly speaking wildly?

Sergio Wilkins stared at Carson and suddenly laughed: “Very well! You certainly have courage, and now I want to see, when you watch yourself being burnt to death bit by bit, if your mouth remains so stubborn!”

Carson smiled slightly: “I’ve come only to deliver a gift, and now that the gift is given, you all are stingy and don’t even offer a return gift, so I’ll take my leave…”

Carson stepped out, a pattern flashed beneath his feet, and he instantly disappeared into the air.

Sergio Wilkins showed a look of amazement in his eyes, Space Transmission?

Though not considered a movement technique or divine skill, this movement technique was incredibly mysterious, allowing one to cover a hundred miles in an instant. The key part was directly breaking through space to escape, an extraordinarily effective method for fleeing!

“Interesting, no wonder you dared speak so wildly. Unfortunately, you met me…”

Sergio Wilkins gave a cold laugh, his figure instantly disappearing from where he stood, like a white horse passing a gap, covering a hundred miles in a flash, unwaveringly locking onto Carson Flores’s form.

As Carson reappeared from thin air, Sergio’s figure was already behind him, his voice like thunder from the Nine Heavens, rolling through the sky.

“Petty tricks, and you dare display them before a master? Do you think you can escape by relying on just one movement technique?”

Sergio’s voice was mocking, like thunder, making everyone’s head buzz with its reverberation.

Carson remained calm as he took another step, meanwhile, the Ethereal Pagoda suddenly transformed into a golden light, fleeing in the opposite direction.

Sergio momentarily hesitated, what does this mean?

Does the magical treasure contain the few hundred disciples of the Ghost King Tomb; is his intention to use the disciples of the Ghost King Tomb as bait, to lure himself into pursuit, and then seize the chance to escape?

“You chase the man, I’ll chase the pagoda!”

Tori Greene’s voice echoed like thunder through the air, Tori Greene’s figure like a beam of light, swiftly crossing the sky, disappearing into the distance, pursuing the Ethereal Pagoda.

“Alright!”

Sergio’s form became light, pursuing Carson Flores.

“Kid, trying to pull a Gold Cicada Shedding? Dream on!”