My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1269

Unexpectedly, Bertram’s attack was cut through by the sword form as if it were dead wood. Ashi’s expression changed drastically. Regulus‘ hands petrified as he threw a punch. With a loud explosion, both the sword form and fist dissipated simultaneously.

Regulus‘ pupils contracted slightly. There was no way the Profound Oriental Realm was this weak nor the Mystique Loyalty Realm this strong. What realm were they truly in?

“They’re from a reclusive sect. They can crush ordinary martial artists of the same realm easily!” Ash said solemnly while Cadoc scoffed arrogantly.

“They have some skills, but it’s nothing much. The consequence of meddling is death!”

With that, he rushed toward the group of six with his sword. Ares gritted his teeth but ultimately drew his sword and followed suit.

The golf course was vast, and the eight Mystique Loyalty Realm experts immediately engaged in battle.

Nash finally lifted the seal on Melody’s core and infused some of his spiritual energy into her body. However, the gruesome wounds on her body were still shocking.

Nash’s eyes were wet as tears slid uncontrollably down his cheeks. The last time he shed tears was when Cassie left.

you’re still crying? Are you still a man?” Melody teased.

his eyes, her own smiling through tears. Despite knowing Nash for so long, she had never seen him shed tears before.

shedding tears because of her today, revealing how important she was

“Melody, I swear, I’ll never let you suffer any

his eyes shimmering with killing intent. “You focus on healing up. I’ll go avenge you. I want

her man. He would avenge tenfold or a

edge of the golf course’s fence and

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over. This was terrifying. He had not expected Nash to have so many Mystique Loyalty Realm experts with him.

fence, he felt a chill wash over him. He looked up to see Nash glaring at him with bloodshot eyes. Spencer felt his scalp tingle. He fell to his knees with a thud. “Mr. Calcraft,

and Spencer came flying over. Gripping his throat, Nash’s tone was icy as he said, “Regardless of whose idea it is, anyone who harms my woman will face my wrath!” With that, he bit his finger and drew a blood curse on Spencer’s

chest.

Curse. Those afflicted by it would have their souls slowly devoured, and they would be subjected to unbearable pain. They would rather die

Spencer’s meridian system. The pain was indescribable, piercing deep into his bones and marrow. It