My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1680

The short old man possessed Nihilation just like Devon. It was precisely because of this ability that he could stand invincible in the Reaper Guild.

Nash frowned slightly but quickly regained his composure. In his mind, he visualized an illusion array. This Nihilation was similar to the illusion array, both concealing the person in another space. To attack the short old man, Nash had to break through space.

However, for a Profound Oriental Realm cultivator, breaking through space was nothing but a pipe dream. Roxy had mentioned that only experts at the Tribulation Realm could achieve this. Moreover, this was Immortal Falls, where immortals had fought. The space here was even more robust than the outside.

Nash could not be bothered with the short old man. He swung the Nine Dragons Sword, sending several golden sword forms toward Meegan instead. The terrifying sword intent sent shivers down Meegan's spine. Suddenly, Meegan glanced at A-3.

The short old man stood aloft, his thin figure looming, as if about to enter a void state at any moment.

Meegan finally realized it. A-3 had no intention of joining hands with him at all. He intended to use Nash's hand to kill him, thereby weakening the Titan Guild's strength. Perhaps, they wanted to get their hands on that skull. At that moment, eight golden sword forms descended.

Meegan clasped his hands together and slowly pulled them apart, revealing a half-human-sized golden cross in his hands. He raised the cross, and it emitted a dazzling white light.

The eight sword forms slashed at the white light, creating a shockwave comparable to a nuclear weapon.

Meegan was thrown to the ground. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and his face was filled with horror as he looked at Nash standing aloft.

Just as he had previously thought, he was no match for Nash.

If they were to fight, he did not even have the qualification to injure Nash.

Nash pointed his sword at Meegan and asked calmly, "Is this all you've got, Western cultivator?"

Although it sounded a bit pretentious, he felt quite satisfied with himself for showing off in front of these Western experts.

Meegan was filled with

unwillingness and anger. As an elder of the Titan Guild, he enjoyed a high status in the domestic political,

business, and cultivation cine

Anyone who saw him had to be

respectful and treat him like a deity.

Today, however, he was ridiculed by a very young foreign martial artist. He mocked not only himself but the entire Western cultivation world.

Meegan wanted to crush him in one fell swoop, but his strength was limited. Being able to preserve his life amidst the previous sword forms was already very lucky.

The golden sword forms just now were infused with Nash's strong will. Any Mystique Loyalty Realm expert would have been annihilated by a single sword form. "A-3, you're truly despicable!" Meegan angrily scolded the short old man.

The short old man chuckled. "Elder Meegan, I just wanted to see what the people of the Titan Tribe were capable of, but you've truly disappointed me. You haven't even had the chance to make a move!"

Meegan coldly snorted. "Either we fight together or I'm leaving!"

Seeing that he could not deceive Meegan, A-3 nodded with a smile, "Then let's join forces and kill him together!"

With that, he raised his withered right hand and threw a punch toward Nash from a distance. Almost instantly, a fist shadow the size of a house had already condensed in front of Nash.

Nash quickly threw a punch back, his right fist emitting a dazzling golden light. His normal-sized fist fiercely smashed into A-3's house-sized fist shadow.

A terrifying explosion reverberated throughout the entire black soil land.

A-3's fist shadow dissipated while Nash was sent flying hundreds of feet away.

Spiritual energy surged throughout his body, stabilizing his figure in the air. An unprecedented seriousness appeared in his eyes.

A-3 was much stronger than the

Profound Oriental Realm expert of the Titan Guild. He was probably comparable to the mid-stage of the Profound Oriental Realm. Nash gripped the Nine Dragons Sword with both hands. Threads of sword of his

light flashed in the depthsword

pupils.

He bit his tongue, spitting blood onto the Nine Dragons Sword blade and causing it to emit a dazzling golden light. Nine illusory dragon souls surrounded the sword body, and a crisp sword cry and a dragon's roar echoed in the air.