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 some kind

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the Bullocks of Brightonia is only over 50

the

really has a death wish. How dare he challenge

Freemans?”

he’s got

just wants 15

from all sides ridiculed him. They

had forced the entire audience

momentum earlier.

Bastien, please kill this

hit him!”

the fire as they looked at Nash. He was pelted with ridicule, disdain, and shame!

was elated by the crowd putting him on a

“Die, useless punk!”.

afterimage and rushed toward Nash. The

meters was shortened in

Reality Realm made Natalia and Floret

turn pale.

next to Nash suddenly stood

cauldron hit Bastien’s chest. Bastien immediately

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backward more than

smashed onto a table. The

were scattered all

and spat out

was full of horror. He never expected

man would counter-attack.

this person was obviously similar

was his strength several times

was careless…”

he thought

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

kill the person