My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 1292

Nash’s voice was filled with true energy. As he spoke, his vocal cords

vibrated, sending out sound waves that spread in all directions.

It was like muffled thunder buzzing in everyone’s ears. It was not like

a Lion’s Roar but similar.

The room was deathly silent. Everyone stared at the slim man in

disbelief, completely shocked.

“The audacity…”

A peak Profound Reality Realm expert from the Bullocks of Brightonia

spoke.

“The Southern Martial Alliance was formed by destiny. Who do you

think you are, ignorant little fool? How dare you bark so shamelessly?

I’ll take your life as a sacrifice to the Martial Alliance’s banner!”

Bastien Bullock, a majestic-looking man, was furious. He was the strongest person in the Bullocks.

The Bullocks had not achieved the Mystique Loyalty Realm, so it was difficult for them to gain a foothold in the Southern Martial Alliance.

Performing a grand gesture now would definitely impress the

Southern Martial Alliance.

He was good at the Art of Skeletal Identification, so he could tell at a

glance that Nash was only 24 years old. There was no way that a

martial artist of this age was in the Mystique Loyalty Realm. The

could just be

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from the Bullocks of Brightonia

is already at the peak of the Profound Reality

kid really has a death wish. How dare he

Freemans?”

quite handsome, but he’s got no brains!”

he just wants

from all sides ridiculed him.

entire

momentum earlier.

kill this ignorant fool!”

Bastien, hit him!”

Nash.

crowd putting

snorted. “Die, useless

into an afterimage and rushed toward Nash. The dista

hundred meters was shortened

peak Profound Reality

turn pale.

man next to Nash suddenly stood up.

fist the size of a cauldron hit Bastien’s chest.

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than ten

table. The table was

were scattered all over

out a large mouthful

was full of horror. He never expected that the

would

exuded by this person was obviously similar

several times stronger

I was careless…”

face, so he thought of

stood up and said, “From your outfit, you must be from Motadine. The Bullocks have no intention of being your enemy.

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