My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1663

Martin raised his head, tears streaming down his face. He was feeling both sorrow and excitement.

"My son, I'll dismember Nash and avenge your spirit in heaven today!"

"Martin, Nash's strength is unfathomable. Don't act rashly,” Torak warned.

"Second Master, your Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivation has been restricted, hasn't it? I suspect Nash's cultivation is also restricted. Otherwise, he wouldn't be carrying a spear for protection!" Jaskier said as his eyes gleamed with wisdom.

Hearing this, Torak gave Jaskier an approving look and replied, “There’s no restriction on your grandmaster-level cultivation, and the same goes for Martin’s great-grandmaster-level cultivation. I suspect cultivations at the Profound Reality Realm and above have been restricted.

"If that's the case, Nash is now no different from an ordinary person. It's the perfect opportunity to kill him!"

"I'll go kill him right now!" Unable to wait any longer, Martin started to go toward the depths of the jungle. Every minute Nash was allowed to live was a disrespect to his deceased son.

“Jaskier, go with your uncle. After you two kill Nash, I'll credit you for your achievement," Torak stroked his beard and said.

Eight members of the Klein family had entered the secret realm, but they were separated as soon as they did. Fortunately, Torak still had Martin and Jaskier by his side. The secret realm had restricted their cultivation, with the great-grandmaster level being the ceiling.

With Martin's stage seven great-grandmaster strength, he could navigate the secret realm practically unhindered.

“Yes, Second Master!” Jaskier nodded, his expression excited. It was not the prospect of killing Nash that thrilled him but the fact that Lana was also on this deserted island.

Lana was the beauty of Capiton, the dream goddess of countless men. He would not dare lay a finger on her outside, but in this secret realm, she was at his mercy. He was already envisioning various intimate interactions with her.

"Lana, here I come! Woot, woot!”

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Lana helped Nash back to the shelter, and they remained silent on the way. Only when they were sitting by the fire did Nash hoarsely suggest, "Why not... take it off and dry it?"

"No need!" Lana responded, blushing deeply.