Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 560

Ashton clenched his fists as killing intent surged through him. Just as he was about to strike again, Neil stopped him.

Shaking his head slightly, Neil spoke in a low, urgent voice.

“Your life–or–death match with Clay matters more.”

In that split second, Ronan’s killing intent flared again as his inner energy surged from within him, swirling outward. His form blurred like a cyclone, leaving faint black trails in the air. Transforming his palm into a fist, he charged at Ashton again.

He sensed a threat in Ashton and couldn’t let him grow stronger. If he did, Ashton would become a significant threat to the Dominion Vanguard. Ronan was determined to eliminate anyone who might help the Legion rise again.

Ashton frowned. Though he was somewhat regretful, he still took a step back.

He muttered, “Clay, you really screwed me over. You made me miss a great fight, so our duel match in three days better be spectacular to make up for it. If it’s a boring or easy win, I’ll be pissed.”

In a blink, Neil positioned himself in front of Ashton and condensed his inner energy into a cyan–scaled shield.

A deafening metallic crash rang out, followed by waves of concussive force rippling outward.

Cracks spread across the shield, while Ronan was knocked back three steps. He stared at Neil gravely and scoffed.

“Ashton, do you only know how to hide behind others? You keep talking about your death judgment. If you’re capable, then do it right here in front of me, Mr. Wagner, and these elite families‘ patriarchs.”

“If you can’t, stop shouting empty slogans. You’re just embarrassing yourself. Just take your Northern Troops and get lost.”

Ronan’s voice dripped with contempt. He knew that with Neil present, killing Ashton wouldn’t be easy.

Besides, as long as he made Ashton and the Northern Troops leave empty–handed tonight, the Legion’s reputation would suffer and face even more scrutiny. Its dissolution would only be a matter of time.

Thus, there was no need to act rashly. He’d already gauged Ashton’s cultivation level.

Ashton was slightly stronger than the average transcendent realm expert. But he still wasn’t a match for Clay, who had undergone special training and possessed secret techniques. In three days, Ashton would undoubtedly lose the life–or–death match and die. So, why the rush to kill him now?

After all, Ronan’s mission tonight was simply to protect Niall and the other degenerate scions.

Thinking that, he laughed mockingly.

With a wave of his hand, the vanguards formed a tight human wall, joining forces with the Wagners and other elite families‘ powerhouses. They created an almost impregnable defensive formation, shielding Niall and the others.

“Ashton! Go on, answer me. How exactly do you plan to enact your so–called ‘death judgment‘ in front of me? Playing the hero isn’t that easy. Tonight, you’re nothing but a clown.”

He looked down on Ashton and his men with utter contempt.

Led by Ronan, a group of S–rank and above experts unleashed their auras like violent storms in a display of dominance. They were like a pack of ferocious beasts with blood–red eyes fixed on Ashton and the Northern Troops.

Besides Ronan, a semi–divine realm expert, there were several SSS–rank transcendent real experts like Kristoff. Their combined strength could suppress Ashton’s group and weaken the Northern Troops‘ towering ferocity.

“You’re Ashton, right? Here’s some advice, young man. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Kristoff said, having finally relaxed.

He chuckled and added, “In Javonbury, you haven’t reached a level where you can act with impunity. You think carrying the

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