Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 624

Chapter 624

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Faced with the killing intent from a divine realm opponent, Ashton’s eyes blazed with a fire like an enraged black dragon. Taking a deep breath, it was time to unleash his true power.

Suddenly, a massive, familiar figure stepped in front of him.

“Ash, I’ve said it before. As long as I’m still breathing, no one can bully the weak.”

Lawrence’s robe fluttered in the wind. He lifted his arm and spread his fingers, then closed his hand in a firm grasp.

Instantly, the sky–splitting terror of the descending sword froze in midair. Its crushing pressure crumpled inward, collapsing upon itself before dissolving into nothing.

The long sword that looked capable of splitting the world apart was caught firmly in his grip, trapped in mid–air, and unable to descend a single inch further.

With a deafening boom, layer after layer of energy exploded outward, sending violent ripples through the air.

Kayden stared in shock, his face twisted with rage. Bloodshot eyes locked into the towering elderly man before him.

“Lawrence!” Every syllable seethed with spite and fury.

Back then, Lawrence had stormed through Jalun, leaving carnage in his wake. The Divine Swordmaster of Jalun, Wycliffe, had driven him back only at a horrific cost. Even then, he had failed to kill Lawrence.

That failure was a brand seared into Jalun’s martial history. For generations, every martial art elite had dreamed of claiming

Lawrence’s head as the ultimate sacrificial offering.

“A mere Jalun bastard like you dares to act so presumptuously in our country? How dare you kill members of the Legion? Didn’t Wycliffe teach you that this land is forbidden territory?” Lawrence said, his voice hoarse but absolute.

His aura instantly crushed everyone around him.

“Lawrence!” Kayden roared. “You’re nothing but a defeated opponent of our Divine Swordmaster of Jalun. You’re on your last breath. How much strength do you really have left? Today, I’ll take your head.”

His hands formed hand seals as he chanted under his breath.

Dark curse marks spread across every inch of his skin. They pulsed like living things, providing him with power, allowing him to maintain his divine realm strength.

“Witness my ultimate technique–Cataclysm Slash!”

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