My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1782

Bristol waved his sleeve, and the Basalt Shell from the mountain peak flew over, hovering above his head as a stream of light.

Nash's massive hand struck the shell and shattered from the recoil on the spot.

"Basalt shell?"

Nash squinted his eyes. "Is it the shell of the ancient divine beast, Basalt? No wonder its defense is so astonishing."

"Even if you've advanced to the middle stage of the Profound Oriental Realm, so what? With the protection of the Basalt shell, you'll never harm me!

"Even if you were in the later stages or ascended to immortality, you wouldn't be able to break through its defense!"

Bristol was very confident in his Basalt shell.

Basalt was an ancient divine beast, and its body had undergone the baptism of hundreds of Thunder Tribulations. Its shell had been refined to a state comparable to a divine artifact. Nash raised his hand, and the Nine Dragons Sword transformed into a stream of sword forms, piercing toward Bristol's chest.

Without hesitation, Bristol retreated into the shell, which shimmered with a faint golden light.

The Nine Dragons Sword struck the golden light, chipping its tip.

Nash felt his blood surge, and his expression grew serious.

With his current strength, shaking the Basalt shell was indeed unlikely unless he used the Chaos Tower. Thinking of this, Nash communicated silently, "Ditto, can the Chaos Tower suppress the Basalt shell?"

Ditto's soul was in his mind, allowing Nash to communicate with her anytime.

Ditto's surprised voice echoed in Nash's

later, a bright light

Basalt shell for a while. She then disdainfully said, "It's just a tortoise with 30,000 years of cultivation. I

he had to kill Bristol. Now, he had no

used up a lot of soul power dealing with that Titan earlier. I can't act again now!" Ditto's

hell were you

glanced at the light ball

of silence, Ditto said cheerfully, "I can't, but someone

mind flashed with the image of that stunning figure. However,

away from the isolated island without showing herself, it seemed she did not want

Nash sighed,

the shell, "Bristol,

elder of the Limitless Sword Sect, and now

provocation to

won't work

wasn't foolish. He knew how

he would not

cultivation after being blackmailed

swnt

Nash was fine. He simply would not fight him. As long as he stayed in the shell, he would

a distance, his pale eyes fixed on Nash.

"Mondo, eat

mist all over, charging

out of the