My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1668

Torak saw the four individuals lying on the ground from a distance. His eyes were wide in anger, and he was gritting his teeth. Still,

he did not rush forward.

Without his cultivation, he was just an ordinary 60 to 70-year-old man in the secret realm. Even with a physique far superior to

ordinary people, he could not match up against a martial artist.

Jaskier was a stage five grandmaster, and Martin, a stage nine great-grandmaster. Now, both of them were lying on the ground,

likely in grave danger. Could Nash still unleash his power?

Eyes narrowed, Torak felt the urge to retreat when he noticed Nash and Lana were also lying on the ground. If Nash's cultivation

had not been suppressed, he could have easily killed Martin and Jaskier with a flick of his finger with his peak Mystique Loyalty

Realm power.

With all four people lying on the ground, there was only one possibility—Nash's cultivation had been suppressed, but not

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and Jaskier, resulting in their mutual destruction.

With this thought, Torak stepped forward as a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Nash was a remnant of the Young family, and his

cultivation talent was monstrous. Even dead, he needed to be dismembered to prevent any chance of revival.

Standing before Nash, Torak lifted his foot to stomp on Nash's head. Although he had no true energy, his body was several times

stronger than that of an ordinary person as he had trained in martial arts. It would be enough to crush Nash's skull.

However, just as he lifted his foot, Nash's eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Shit!"

Seeing Nash open his eyes, Torak's expression changed instantly. However, he could not stop his attack at this point, and his foot

stomped down fiercely. Nash raised his hand and grabbed Torak's cloth-covered foot.

Then, with one swift motion, he wrapped his legs around Torak's neck and twisted forcefully.

A crisp sound cfrom Torak's neck, and life left his body. Even without true energy, Mike Thorson was not Nash's match, let

alone a 70-year-old man. Concerned that Torak might not bepletely dead, Nash snapped his neck once more for good

measure.

Lana opened her eyes groggily. When she saw that Nash was still alive, she fainted again. Nash first dragged the three corpses

about about 200 meters away and buried them. He then returned to carry Lana to the shelter.

Finally, he headed to the center of the island and dug up the sapling that he guessed was a Soul-Nurturing Tree. As he was about to

leave, he noticed that the black-and-white snake had been reduced to a skeleton by ants.

Remembering the snake's venom, a lingering fear rose within Nash. He had managed to stop the spread of the venom in time, but

its paralyzing effect still caused him to lose consciousness.

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Had he not sealed his acupoints and meridians, the venom would have spread throughout his body after he fainted, and he would

have been dead within a minute.

Nash returned to the shelter and placed the Soul-Nurturing Tree beside Lana. Since the tree could calm the mind and nurture the

soul, it should also be able to nourish spiritual power.

Suddenly, Lana's eyes snapped open. Her pupils radiated a cold and indifferent purple-gold. Nash instantly paled. He felt death's

presence the moment Lana opened her eyes. It was as if with just a flick of her finger, he would be utterly annihilated.

Lana waved her left hand, and the Soul-Nurturing Tree was enveloped in a multicolored radiance as it lifted above her head. Her

delicate lips parted slightly, and the less-than-a-meter-tall tree quickly withered. Within five seconds, the sapling turned to ashes,

falling onto her exquisitely beautiful face.

Lana closed her eyes, and the oppressive aura that had terrified Nash dissipated.

Nash let out a sigh of relief before fixing his dark eyes on Lana's graceful figure. Once again, a desire to conquer her surged within

him.