After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 507 - 472: Dark City Nineteen Dragon Knights (3rd update)

Chapter 507: Chapter 472: Dark City Nineteen Dragon Knights (3rd update)

Chloe Stephens stood by the door and looked outside. She turned to Alex and said, "You will recover from your injuries in three days."

Alex felt something was amiss and quickly sat up, "Where are you going?"

That man with the black mask had been bothering him.

He felt that their opponent wouldn’t just give up.

"Back to Sheffield City."

When Chloe said this, Alex couldn’t say anything in response.

Chloe glanced at the people lying on the ground. "They will wake up in ten minutes."

After saying this, Chloe strode out of the room.

Watching Chloe’s retreating figure, Alex sighed quietly, blaming himself.

If only he had been stronger, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

Instead of putting himself through training, he had made them worry unnecessarily.

Outside, Chloe followed a trail and left.

She teleported in an instant, capturing the air’s aura in the process.

The black cat also leaped out at the same time, and the two arrived in another open area, surrounded by both familiar and unfamiliar sights.

The masked man, who was healing himself, was startled by their sudden appearance. "How did you find this place?"

He couldn’t understand how she had gotten in with all the tight security measures in place.

Chloe didn’t look at the man; instead, she surveyed the surroundings. "Dark City Nineteen Dragon Knight, you’re the nineteenth guardian."

The man’s face changed beneath the mask, and he stared at Chloe in shock. "How do you know about the Nineteen Dragon Guards?"

This was a secret team only known to the high-ranking members of the alliance.

"The first generation of Nineteen Dragon Guards was exceptional, but your generation has grown much weaker," Chloe remarked casually.

Hearing the girl’s words, the Nineteen Dragon Guard became even more vigilant towards her.

Despite her youth, he couldn’t help but wonder which ancient clan’s young miss she could be.

But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t figure out who Chloe was.

"Who are you, and how do you know all this? Since you’ve come in today, you’d better not leave without an explanation."

The man tried to press a button, but Chloe was faster.

A gust of wind shot forth, stopping his action instantly. His hand went numb, and he gasped for breath.

Such formidable strength!

Chloe stepped forward, "Why are you pursuing the Stephens family members?"

"We’ve never pursued anyone from the Stephens family before."

"Not talking?" Chloe’s eyes turned ice-cold.

Feeling an overwhelming pressure, the man’s head buzzed, and he lost control of his own thoughts.

"It’s because of the Slaughter Squad... "

Unable to bear the pressure, the man finally revealed the reason.

Upon Chloe releasing the pressure, the man took a deep breath, gasping for air.

She remained cold, waiting for him to continue.

Knowing that he couldn’t oppose Chloe, the man had no choice but to compromise. "Whether it’s here or outside, your Stephens family has an unusual relationship with the Slaughter Squad. As an ancient martial artist, you should know that the Slaughter Squad and Dark City forces are opposed to each other, so we aren’t as harmonious as it appears on the surface."

"I don’t know," Chloe answered simply, "The Slaughter Squad didn’t exist one hundred years ago."

The man stared, dumbfounded.

How old exactly was this little girl?

Could she be one of those legendary forefathers?

Unable to help himself, the man sized Chloe up once more.

"What are you looking at?" Chloe’s fierce gaze swept over him.

The man replied awkwardly, "Are you really a member of the Stephens family? I don’t remember any records about someone like you."

"There are a lot of unrecorded people, and it’s normal for someone as inexperienced as you not to know," Chloe scoffed.

Feeling belittled, the man fell silent.

Chloe pulled out a silver needle, "Choose: amnesia or obey my orders."

Seeing the silver needle, the man’s scalp tingled involuntarily.

If he could, he wouldn’t want to choose either option.

Staring at Chloe in shock, he stuttered, "You can heal... "

"Choose."

The cold silver needle neared menacingly.

The man’s forehead throbbed, and he clenched his teeth. "I’ll obey your orders."

Who knew what she would do to him if he chose amnesia instead?

Chloe put away the silver needle, "Protect Alex. If he is injured, you’ll pay with your life."

Saying nothing, the man could only accept his fate.