My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1712

Ryan was covered in blood at this moment. His eyes were red, and he was still enveloped by a rich blood aura. The blood aura alone could suffocate someone at the Mystique Loyalty Realm. Immediately after Ryan's retort, Alto's palm crashed onto the black soil heavily, leaving a one-meter-deep crater.

Ryan turned around to look, his expression startled. His pupils had shrunk, and his heart was almost leaping out of his chest. He would not have been able to defend himself against that attack even if he had the god-slaying sword. Dante stroked his beard and said with a half-smile, "Why don't you try it again, little friend?"

The corner of Ryan's mouth twitched. Even his strongest sword attack had failed to cause any damage to the black soil when he was fighting the dwarf just now, yet this powerful-looking man had managed to leave a one-meter-deep pit with a flick of his palm. He would practically be useless against him. Ryan admitted to being impulsive and thoughtless just now, but he was not stupid.

Dealing with a low-tier Legendary Realm expert had almost cost him half his life. This new guy was likely at a higher tier within the same realm. From a preliminary guess, he should likely be at the later stage of the Profound Oriental Realm.

Eric came over at that moment and said, "Ryan, you've already impressed us. Hurry up and heal your injuries. Senior Hutton will take action now."

Dante was puzzled.

Eric cupped his fists and continued, "Senior Hutton, Western cultivators don't respect martial ethics and have attacked our junior cultivator. You must seek justice for Ryan!"

The person who attacked just now was at least at the fifth tier of the

at the peak? Although they were still within the same realm, the difference was like a giant step in the sky.

currently the senior with the highest level of cultivation in Drakonia. It was also a fact that they were facing

he would not only be looked down on by the junior cultivators,

could he ruin the country's 5,000 years of

on with

QUMS

the temple in an

Hutton,

Sword Sect

an ethereal demeanor. With

temple like a tiger devouring its prey,

into a flash and landing

wrist, and a three-foot-long sword