My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1680

The short old man possessed Nihilation just like Devon. It was precisely because of this ability that he could stand invincible in the Reaper Guild.

Nash frowned slightly but quickly regained his composure. In his mind, he visualized an illusion array. This Nihilation was similar to the illusion array, both concealing the person in another space. To attack the short old man, Nash had to break through space.

However, for a Profound Oriental Realm cultivator, breaking through space was nothing but a pipe dream. Roxy had mentioned that only experts at the Tribulation Realm could achieve this. Moreover, this was Immortal Falls, where immortals had fought. The space here was even more robust than the outside.

Nash could not be bothered with the short old man. He swung the Nine Dragons Sword, sending several golden sword forms toward Meegan instead. The terrifying sword intent sent shivers down Meegan's spine. Suddenly, Meegan glanced at A-3.

The short old man stood aloft, his thin figure looming, as if about to enter a void state at any moment.

Meegan finally realized it. A-3 had no intention of joining hands with him at all. He intended to use Nash's hand to kill him, thereby weakening the Titan Guild's strength. Perhaps, they wanted to get their hands on that skull. At that moment, eight golden sword forms descended.

Meegan clasped his hands together and slowly pulled them apart, revealing a half-human-sized golden cross in his hands. He raised the cross, and it emitted a dazzling white light.

The eight sword forms slashed at the white light, creating a shockwave comparable to a nuclear weapon.

Meegan was thrown to the ground. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and his face was filled with horror as he looked at Nash standing aloft.

thought, he was no match for

he did not even have the qualification

pointed his sword at Meegan and asked calmly, "Is this all

he felt quite satisfied with

Meegan was filled with

elder of the Titan Guild, he

business, and cultivation cine

who saw him had

treat him

young foreign martial artist. He mocked not only himself but

his strength was limited. Being able to preserve his life amidst the

expert would have

of the Titan Tribe were capable of,

coldly snorted. "Either we fight together

A-3 nodded with

Nash from a distance. Almost instantly, a fist shadow the size of a house had already condensed in front

back, his right fist emitting a dazzling golden light. His normal-sized fist fiercely smashed into A-3's house-sized fist

terrifying explosion reverberated throughout