My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1756

The group turned their heads simultaneously and saw two beams of light-one black and one white-swiftly approaching. As the lights landed on the ground, their expressions changed immediately. They recognized the uniform of the Limitless Sword Sect. Had they not claimed that they would not enter the secret realm?

The person who had just arrived was Bristol. Although he was only in the early stage of the Profound Oriental Realm, his presence still drained the color from the faces of a few individuals who were in the middle to late stage of the same realm. Standing beside Bristol was a dazed-looking Westerner with a large cross strapped to his back. There was an aura as terrifying as that of a primordial beast rolling off the Westerner, causing a sense of dread to spread. "May I ask who you are?" Abner cupped his hands and asked.

Bristol glanced at them indifferently before speaking, "Second elder, Bristol McGee."

In the past, he would never have revealed his identity. Being a wanted man, anyone who heard his name would kill him to claim the bounty from the Limitless Sword Sect.

However, now that he had a pet whose combat power was comparable to that of a cultivator at the peak stage of the Profound Oriental Realm, he felt brave enough to even challenge the head of the sect for that position. Realizing that this person was Bristol, a flash of excitement and greed appeared in the depths of Roscoe's eyes.

innocent civilians, leading the Limitless Sword Sect to expel him and issue a bounty for his capture. Anyone who killed Bristol would receive generous cultivation resources. The Zen Heart Sect was short on resources, so helping the Limitless Sword Sect

to Citrine secretly, who shook her

their exchange

to heart. He simply smiled and said, "I've been following you for

reached out to grab

Bristol as the latter was only in the early stage of the same realm Roscoe's face was full of excitement, his

casual punch, he sent Roscoe flying while his other arm turned into a

to the ground and looked at the Westerner who had struck him with horror. The Westerner seemed to be only around 20 years old, and Roscoe had not

said, "I came to help you, yet you attacked me!"

face twisted into a sinister smile as he walked forward

escape. Mondo pulled out his cross and slammed it