The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 390 - 390 389 Hard to Distinguish Between True and False

390: Chapter 389: Hard to Distinguish Between True and False 390: Chapter 389: Hard to Distinguish Between True and False As the bell tolled, the body of Frost Desolation was instantly flung away.

Doomsday Bell activated!

Ever since Frost Desolation had taken the Eighth-Order Angel Potion, Wang Dadong had been accumulating power, including when Frost Desolation was hit by a rocket.

Everyone thought Frost Desolation was dead, but he knew that Frost Desolation had not died.

The Underworld River Assassin, who had been cheering, suddenly froze.

The mighty Frost Desolation, who had vowed to slaughter all of Hell, just died like that?

“Haha, is this the world-famous martial technique Doomsday Bell?

Is that all the strength it has?” Frost Desolation slowly stood up, his face adorned with disdain and mockery.

The assassin from the Underworld River had turned somewhat foolish, afraid to rejoice too soon; this plot twist was indeed torture.

Sure enough, the Underworld River Assassin’s decision to be wise was correct, as the laughing Frost Desolation’s smile suddenly froze, followed by his entire body making a crackling noise.

Boom, the huge body fell to the ground.

This time, Frost Desolation was truly dead.

When Wang Dadong was at the peak of the Superhuman Realm, he could slay saints, let alone now that he was already at the Demi-Saint Level.

If Frost Desolation had been more cautious and avoided Wang Dadong’s fatal strike, with his saintly Cultivation, he might not have been defeated by Wang Dadong.

After all, the Doomsday Bell, as an extremely powerful martial technique, was not something one could simply decide to use at will.

With Wang Dadong’s current Cultivation, he could only use it once a month.

Wang Dadong walked over to the now-dead Frost Desolation, picked up that huge Strange Sword, and pried Frost Desolation’s corpse off the ground.

With Frost Desolation dead, the Underworld River Assassins had no more thoughts of resistance.

Ten minutes later, all the Underworld River Assassins in the entire castle were brought out, leaving over a thousand people besides those who had just been killed.

“Boss, how should we deal with these people?” Huang Fei looked at Wang Dadong.

Wang Dadong did not answer but instead made a neck-slashing gesture, which the Four Heavenly Kings naturally understood what Wang Dadong meant.

That night, the name of Hell once again shocked the entire Mercenary World.

Although the Death Knell was gone, it had fostered a disciple who was not even a bit inferior to him, perhaps even surpassing him.

Because Hell not only attacked a branch of the Underworld River and slain two Great Fallen Demon Kings but also slaughtered over a thousand captives of the Underworld River completely.

Thus, this suddenly emerging powerhouse of Hell was crowned with a new title—Tyrant.

A tyrannical King.

The new Overlord of Hell.

This turned Hell, which was already on the verge of becoming a second-tier organization, instantly into a top-tier organization with numerous mission orders pouring in.

Of course, while some rejoiced, others were in misery.

In a castle hidden within the mountains of another country, furious roars could be heard endlessly.

“Dare to kill my Underworld River Demon Lord, Hell, I, the Underworld River, am irreconcilable with you!”

The Fallen Angel who had come to report the news burst open on the spot.

Jingling, only leaving behind two pairs of hard wings falling from the sky.

The material of these wings was extraordinary, capable of resisting the attack of the Fallen Demon Lord without turning into fragments.

Since the establishment of the Underworld River, decades had passed, and while fallen angels were falling all the time, none of the three Great Fallen Demon Kings of the Underworld River had ever fallen.

Yet, in just one single day, two of the Fallen Demon Kings had fallen!

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow for the Underworld River.

“Hell, I will uproot you completely!”

The leader of the Fallen Demon Kings, Damandis, trembled with his huge body and vast wings, had it not been for a critical mission personally assigned by the Ming Emperor, he might have headed straight to the Kingdom of Kansas.

“Second brother, third brother, I will not let your deaths be in vain, once I complete the Ming Emperor’s mission, it will be the doomsday for Hell, Tyrant?

I will crush you alive!”

With a body height of nearly eight feet, Damandis was covered in demon patterns while horns grew on his forehead.

Long ago, Damandis had already reached the Eighth Order Angel.

…

“Brother, does Father not want Lisa anymore?” The Little Princess lay in Wang Dadong’s arms, looking up with tear-stained eyes.

“Don’t worry, Lisa, your Father will never abandon you.

I will personally take you to see him tomorrow,” Wang Dadong gently massaged Lisa’s head, comforting her.

It wasn’t until the Little Princess fell asleep that Wang Dadong left the room.

“Boss, what exactly is going on?

Why are there two princesses?” King Fei asked, puzzled.

“That princess is fake,” Jun Tianzui said.

When he had returned the princess to her country, he found that Kansas already had a princess.

“But she is his own daughter, can the King really not recognize her?” The Undying Heavenly King frowned.

“Just by appearance, the two Lisas are indistinguishable.”

“Even if they look alike, shouldn’t their personalities, and their memories from the past differ?”

“That’s the crux of the issue, the fake princess remembers the events of the princess’s childhood even better than the princess herself, who do you think the King will believe?” Jun Tianzui said exasperatedly.

Honestly, the scene at that time made even him believe that the princess he brought back was the fake one, and the fake princess was the real one.

Upon hearing Jun Tianzui’s statement, the Four Heavenly Kings all felt rather speechless.

If that was indeed the case, then it was truly tricky.

“That’s exactly why it proves that princess is fake,” Wang Dadong suddenly spoke.

Seeing the puzzled expressions of others, Wang Dadong looked at King Fei and asked, “Xiao Fei, do you remember what color of clothes you wore when I rescued you from the Blue Enchantress?” Wang Dadong asked.

Huang Fei shook her head, “I don’t remember, but I remember what you were wearing.”

The human brain can indeed retain many things, but generally, only particularly memorable events stay for long in the mind; those that occur unconsciously are virtually impossible to remember.

Just as Huang Fei could remember Wang Dadong’s clothes because they made a very deep impression on her, whereas she didn’t remember her own clothes because they did not make a significant impression.

“Therefore, the real person couldn’t possibly remember every trivial event, that fake princess must have been in touch with the princess from a young age and had long been scheming, so she remembered everything about the princess.”

“What should we do then?”

Wang Dadong shook his head, also feeling a bit troubled.

The fake princess looked even more genuine than the real princess.

When he was on his way to kill Suplos, the King appeared and firmly believed that the real Lisa was fake, and that the fake princess was the real one.

If it were not for the desperate support of the Four Heavenly Kings, the real princess might have been killed already.

What was the way to prove that the real princess was the true princess?

This was a challenging problem.