My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1783

A violent rumble echoed as all the surrounding peaks within a thousand kilometers collapsed. The Nine Dragons Sword snapped in half, releasing nine dragon souls that roared angrily in the sky. Ditto remarked, "The quality of your sword is too low. It doesn't befit the nine dragon souls!"

Nash's right hand went numb, and he replied with a grim expression, "This sword is considered quite powerful in the mortal world, okay?"

"I'll lend you a top-grade immortal weapon for now. With your current strength, you can only harness about a tenth of its power, but that should be enough to kill this low-tier demon!"

As Ditto finished speaking, a rusty longsword appeared before Nash. Despite its ugly appearance, the sword emanated a fierce aura. As he gripped the hilt, Nash felt a terrifying will flood his mind.

The Battle of Immortal Falls flashed before him. He saw a sword immortal slicing through thousands of demons with a single strike, reducing them to ashes.

Nash's eyes sharpened as he raised the sword and struck at Mondo. Mondo raised his ax to meet the rusty sword. The ax shattered, and Mondo's head fell off.

Nash thrust the sword again, effortlessly piercing Mondo's body.

The rusty sword emitted a silver light, tearing Mondo into countless pieces with its sword forms.

strikes, Nash was exhausted. These strikes were not even his own as the sword had guided his hand to launch

voice, "Divine sword, help me break that

sword's power, Nash attempted to communicate with it to break the shell. However, the sword

of mine and will only obey my commands for now," Ditto explained as she waved her hand, making the sword vanish from Nash's grasp. Within thousands of kilometers, mountains crumbled, but the

face was

one trump card to Nash, leaving only the

Nash's strength surpassed his

plan was to hide in the Basalt shell and cultivate for

complete, he would seek

with Nash's talent, his cultivation would likely be even more terrifying after hundreds of

was a good opportunity for him. If he

this thought, Bristol controlled the

momentum to destroy everything. It was aiming to crush Nash into pieces. Under the

his bones that were harder than titanium alloy were showing

was Bristol's only chance, and he poured all his