My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1768

The powerful aura made Tysen's face pale. Despite having Angel's Protection, it was useless. After all, he could only summon a remnant soul of a two-winged angel, and its true power was only approximately at the Saint Realm. On the contrary, Ryan had forcibly elevated his cultivation to the Saint Realm, which meant his next attack could very likely break Tysen's secret technique.

"What the...?"

"Oh, shit, this is unbelievable!"

"Saint Realm... He raised his cultivation to the Saint Realm?"

Even the cultivators at the Legendary Realm were not able to contain their shock. Among hundreds of guilds across the entire Western region, there were only two or three individuals who had reached the Saint Realm. Yet, a young cultivator at the King Realm had just raised his cultivation to the Saint Realm. How could anyone compete against that?

What about the rules of the arena? Were Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivators not supposed to be the only ones allowed to compete?

Everyone from the Divine Strategy Squadron was equally dumbfounded. Eric narrowed his eyes as he said, "I didn't expect Ryan to have such a powerful trump card up his sleeve. No wonder he's so confident." Bertram grinned. "Good lad, as expected of our commander's childhood friend. They are birds of a feather, indeed!"

Dallas took a deep breath and glanced at Eric. "Elder Sands, Ryan hasn't joined the Celestial Dragon Squadron yet, right?"

raised an eyebrow, his expression alert. "Old man, what are you

"I'm not up to anything. I'm getting old and think

would inevitably surpass the Divine Strategy Squadron sooner

would give them the capital to compete with

Strategy Squadron, then Dallas

our commander. Their bond is as strong as steel. I doubt he'd want to join the Celestial

and Nash's bond. His words earlier were merely out of a desire to recruit a

would shine regardless if he were in the Celestial Dragon Squadron or the Divine Strategy Squadron. After all, Dallas

red

three-meter-tall giant. Upon closer

Clad in red armor and wielding the crimson god-slaying sword, he looked like a

Slash..." Ryan stepped forward and unleashed a powerful slash. There were no fancy moves. It was just a simple and ordinary swing, yet it carried the might to shake the heavens. Looking up at Ryan's towering figure, the color completely drained from Tysen's face. The two-winged

fell, and the angel's body trembled slightly as cracks

chuckled. "Not bad, but it's not enough!" With

gritted his teeth and said, "Tysen, admit

I surrender!" Tysen came to his senses and quickly shouted. He was just