My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1146

Atlas looked at Curtis with a half-smile.

He felt the aura of a stage eight grandmaster in this guy.

How could a stage eight grandmaster wear a golden robe?

"Who are you to tell my master what to do?" Puck stared at Atlas coldly.

"Huh? You think you can just come out here and cheat people?" Atlas, the eldest son of the Kennedys in Capiton, had been proud all his life. Why would he be scared of this little nobody?

"Cheat? Open your eyes and see, my master is the Storm Crane of Northern Xanthalos, Curtis Vankemp!" Puck was like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on as he roared with red eyes.

Atlas slapped Puck in the face.

Puck was just a stage five Energy Cultivation Realm expert.

Atlas was in the Profound Reality realm.

Even without the use of true energy, Puck was beaten badly.

"You bastard, how dare you hit me..."

Puck clenched his fist and thrust it toward Atlas' face.

Nobody dared to disrespect him ever since he became Curtis’ follower.

How dare this inexperienced brat hit him?

Atlas squeezed Puck's hand and then kicked him out. Puck flew ten meters away like a cannonball.

After hitting a tree, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Everett looked at the young man in astonishment. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he felt like he had lost his voice.

He had no choice but to turn his attention to Curtis.

At this time, Curtis' face was extremely gloomy. "Brat, how dare you hit my disciple? I suggest you go outside and inquire about me, the Storm Crane!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped and flew five meters away.

Three of his teeth flew out.

"Who gives a fuck if you’re the Storm Crane?"

This time, it was Nash who slapped him. Nash did not want to waste time.

There was no need for further trouble if he could solve it by force.

Atlas felt relieved.

He thought, ‘No wonder the relationship between Master and Nash is so strong. They both have similar tempers!’

Nash showed his Golden Amulet Master’s Token again.

Everett stared blankly at the token in Nash's hand, feeling turmoil in his heart.

He joined the archaeological team at the age of 25, and it had been 60 years.

In these 60 years, he had excavated hundreds of ancient tombs and encountered some serious evil spirits.

Usually, he would just enlist some genuine Path practitioners from Path Sanctuaries to solve those difficult problems.

If those practitioners still could not solve the problem, he could only contact a Golden Amulet Master.

He had inquired about some information about Golden Amulet Masters and found that there were only four in the entire Drakonia.

They were the strongest existences of contemporary Path takers.

He thought he would never have the chance to meet a Golden Amulet Master in his life.

He never thought that today would be the day he met one.

He thought, ‘But... this guy is too young, right?’

After a while, Everett finally regained his composure. He lowered his head respectfully and greeted, "Greetings, Master Calcraft!"