The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

”Sky-Covering Ridge?”

Carson Flores rubbed his chin and laughed, ”Looks like the Dark Ancestral Dragon won’t die so easily, but there’s certainly no escape from suffering.”

Niall Sinclair furrowed his brows and said worriedly, ”Are you going to rescue someone? That’s definitely a trap. Since Elthar Garber has revealed your identity, the people of Myriad Immortals Palace surely know as well. Waiting for you to show up at Sky-Covering Ridge alongside the people from the City of Netherfire, there’ll definitely be folks from Myriad Immortals Palace.”

”I’m not foolish. Knowing it’s a trap and walking into it—am I asking for it?”

Carson chuckled, ”Aren’t they putting up notices? I’ll put a notice right next to theirs, stir things up a bit, then we make a getaway.”

Ilvarion Arnold asked curiously, ”What are you planning to post?”

”Just write something random, respond a bit, this way the Dark Ancestral Dragon has a better chance of surviving.”

Carson explained, ”Not that I don’t want to save him, just don’t have the capability. When I’ve gained the power, I’ll return to rescue him.”

Carson pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled on it flamboyantly, then summoned an incarnation and handed it over. The incarnation headed towards the City of Netherfire.

”Ah, that Hundred Changes Pendant, I used it just once and it’s gone, such a waste!”

Niall Sinclair consoled, ”At least it saved you once from disaster, your life is intact, that’s not wasted!”

Carson laughed, ”That’s right, let’s go to the Southern Wilderness, let’s leave this place for them to stir up trouble!”

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City of Netherfire, City Lord’s Mansion.

A huge notice was posted on the wall, discussing Carson Flores as a fugitive, setting the record straight.

Carson’s figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard, with a flick of his wrist, a piece of paper spun like a flying dagger and embedded itself into the wall.

Everyone was startled, turning their heads to look at Carson.

Carson laughed heartily, ”City of Netherfire, renowned for its notoriety, sends the City Lord himself to capture a nobody like me, even setting a trap at Sky-Covering Ridge to wait for me to rescue someone. Is that really necessary?”

The crowd was instantly dumbfounded.

This guy is so audacious?

He actually dared to come to the City Lord’s Mansion to cause trouble—aren’t you afraid of death!

No need for Sky-Covering Ridge, since you’ve entered the City Lord’s Mansion today, don’t think about leaving.

Carson was just about to speak further when his face changed, laughing loudly, ”Here they come again, allow me to die once for you!”

Carson swung his palm, striking his head, and with a bang, he exploded into a blood mist.

Everyone’s eyes went wide, as if they’d seen a ghost.

What’s he up to?

He came to the City Lord’s Mansion to mouth off, only uttered two sentences, and cleanly committed suicide!

Is this a loyal retainer?

Before dying, he was laughing, acting so decisively without hesitation!

The air next to him suddenly rippled like water, with Elthar Garber’s figure emerging, his gaze sweeping the entire scene and landing on the familiar blood-red mist.

Carson Flores!

Elthar Garber’s face turned icy, fists unconsciously clenched.

That guy actually came to the City Lord’s Mansion and died once more—this is blatant provocation and mockery, as if he’s telling me: Look, I came again, what can you do about it!

Elthar Garber observed the crowd’s ghost-like expressions, then said, ”Everyone need not be surprised, this kid has the divine ability to create incarnations. What you just saw and the one I killed previously were his incarnations. His true self is too afraid to reveal itself, who knows where it’s hiding like a rat.”

The crowd suddenly understood.

Incarnations!

No wonder this guy dies without hesitation—it’s a fake!

But this guy looks no different from the real one—a flesh and blood body, not a primordial spirit incarnation.

Someone knowledgeable in the crowd explained to those nearby, ”His doppelganger divine ability likely comes from bloodline divine ability of some special demonic beasts. It’s an incarnation reshaped using his essence blood and spiritual power. Besides being weaker in strength, it’s like a living person, hard to distinguish between real and fake.”

Someone familiar with Elthar Garber asked, ”City Lord, if it’s a demon race’s bloodline divine ability, how does someone from the Human Race have it, could he be transformed by the Demon Race?”

Elthar Garber was momentarily stunned, you really know how to ask the wrong questions!

I don’t know a damn thing!

If I knew the answer, I’d definitely make sure to acquire a couple of bloodline divine abilities myself.

”The Immortal Path possesses infinite possibilities, there are always some individuals who exist exceptionally. As long as one lives long enough, they will witness all sorts of rare events!”

Elthar Garber brushed off the question, his gaze landing on the piece of white paper on the wall.

The white paper fluttered in the wind, revealing a row of flamboyant characters.

”From this moment, open your eyes wide, don’t fall asleep.

Your sword is my sword—Saint of Thieves!”

Exclamations arose from the crowd.

”Saint of Thieves!”

”It’s over; the Saint of Thieves has set his sights on Garber Master’s Fenshen Sword!”

”The Saint of Thieves’ thievery is unrivaled in the world—what he wants to steal, he’s never failed to obtain. This is trouble!”

”Is it true?”

”Look at the City Lord’s expression, and you’ll know it’s true. Who would’ve thought that the guy has the Saint of Thieves backing him, no wonder he’s so brazen, even openly issuing a challenge.”

Elthar Garber’s eyes burned with anger, and the piece of paper was instantly shredded into countless fragments.

”Saint of Thieves, come on—I’m waiting for you!”