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.

Are you still a man?” Melody teased. With her cultivation restored, she

the tears from his eyes, her own smiling through tears. Despite knowing Nash for so long, she had never seen

how important she was to him. At this moment, Melody’s heart was filled

once again, solemnly swearing, “Melody, I swear, I’ll never

gently patted Nash’s back. “Alright, I’m fine now!” Nash took a deep breath and released Melody, his eyes shimmering with killing intent. “You focus on healing

her man. He would avenge tenfold or a hundred fold when she

reached the edge of the

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had not expected Nash to have so many Mystique Loyalty Realm

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.

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

chest.

would have their souls slowly devoured, and they would be subjected to unbearable pain. They

stroke, agony surged through Spencer’s meridian system. The pain was indescribable, piercing deep into his bones and marrow. It was as if millions