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?"

his expression alert. "Old man,

to anything. I'm getting old and think it's time to retire. I should look

inevitably surpass the Divine Strategy Squadron sooner or later. Dallas saw in Ryan a talent comparable to

organization, it would give them the capital to

willing to join the Divine Strategy Squadron, then Dallas would step down from his position

bond is as strong

Ryan and Nash's bond. His

case, Ryan would shine regardless if he were in the Celestial Dragon Squadron or the Divine Strategy Squadron. After all, Dallas could not really poach his granddaughter's fiancé

red mist stood

three-meter-tall giant. Upon closer

it was none other than Ryan himself. Clad in red armor and wielding

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

body trembled slightly as cracks

not enough!" With that, he raised his blade again

and said, "Tysen, admit

his senses and quickly shouted. He was just in time for the sword