My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1769

At the same time, a thick sense of exhaustion swept over Ryan's entire body.

"He won..."

"Ryan, you're so cool!"

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

The Eastern cultivators cheered and looked at Ryan with awe. Some of the younger women were even starting to develop an infatuation with him.

Ryan only saw his comrades smiling at him and did not hear what the rest were saying. He felt weak, incredibly so. After getting possessed by the blade spirit, Motu, Ryan was overcome with an unprecedented level of exhaustion.

It did not even feel like his body was his own, and his consciousness was barely holding on. This was the side effect of forcibly elevating his cultivation. It overspent his soul and vital energy.

"Tysen, Ryan is very weak now. Seize the opportunity!" The president of the Radiant Guild employed a voice transmission technique.

Tysen's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flickering deep in his pupils. While it might not be entirely honorable, this was indeed his only chance to kill Ryan.

From a personal standpoint, it would redeem him from his previous defeat. From the standpoint of his nation, an Eastern cultivator with such terrifying capabilities could not be allowed to remain or it would bring immense pressure to the Western cultivation world. Killing Ryan would also bring glory to the country. With this thought in mind, Tysen dispelled his concerns, flipped his wrist, and produced a pitch-black dagger which he sent flying.

Dante had long been wary of the Western cultivators' sinister tactics. He simply snorted coldly at the attempt and reached out to grasp the dagger with a phantom hand.

Bertram's eyes filled with fury, and he instantly unleashed a demonic fist.

Despite his Angel's Protection being active, Tysen was weak and powerless against Dannte, who was at the prime peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm. He was sent flying backward, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

John, the vice president of the Radiant Guild, roared, "How dare you, you ant?!" He then turned into a golden light and charged at Bertram.

Dante raised his hand, and a sharp

sword form instantly pierced through John. John fell to the

ground, his chest bearing a terrifying sword wound. Blood soaked his pristine white robe. On the other hand, Dante simply stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold.

"What's the meaning of this?"

Maidee's expression had turned ugly. "Dear friend from the East, please calm down. The Radiant Guild has violated the rules of the game and will be removed from the faction!" Despite saying so, Maidee felt somewhat regretful.

Bl.ne

He wished Tysen's sneak attack had succeeded just now. Killing Ryan would have been a significant blow to the Eastern cultivation world, Unfortunately, the competition had to continue, and he could only stand on neutral ground for now.

"I now announce that the Temple of Frey will be expelling all members of the Radiant Guild immediately!" Maidee said loudly with a stern face.

John stood up, his entire being trembling with resentment. He cast a glance of hatred at Maidee and Bobbit before leading the members of the Radiant Guild away.

Only then did Maidee smile and ask, "Eastern friends, are you satisfied?" Seeing their relaxed expressions, Maidee secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Bobbit whispered, "Nash hasn't shown up. What if he's not here?"

Maidee glanced at the Chaos Tower behind the Eastern faction and shook his head. "We can't be sure."

A cunning light flickered in Bobbit's eyes. "Let's replace a way to test it out. If Nash isn't here..." he trailed off, but Maidee knew what he meant.

"Let the competition continue," Maidee announced.

At that, a fifth-tier King Realm expert dressed in an aged aristocratic coat emerged from the Western faction. His face was pale, and his eyes were red.

Maidee frowned. "Who is he?"

Bobbit shook his head. "I've never seen him before."

The Western cultivators all looked at the man in the coat with astonishment and instantly felt a chill down their spines. They had never seen this person before. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air.