Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 625

Chapter 625

Killing intent crackled through the air like a live wire.

Leona rushed to Maxwell’s side, panic threading her voice. “Mr. Lademan, please save Mr. Clarkson Senior. He’s a hero of our nation.”

Only Maxwell, still at the peak of his strength, had any chance of saving him.

Lawrence was barely hanging on, and every breath looked like it might be his last. Watching a hero who once towered over everyone else fall in disgrace to a Jalunese swordsman was unthinkable. This wasn’t only a disgrace to him, but also to Casoria.

However, Maxwell just frowned and did nothing.

“Mr. Lademan…” Leona repeated.

“Leona, he made his own choice. It has nothing to do with me, or with the Dominion Vanguard,” he said coldly.

Her body stiffened as she stared at him. This was the man she once admired, and now he felt like a stranger standing before her.

“Mr. Clarkson Senior!”

“Sir!”

Shouts erupted from the Legion and the Northern troops. Their faces twisted with fury and helplessness, but it was already too late to stop what was coming.

The Drakeborne lineage surged through Ashton’s veins. His killing intent carried the same brutal dominance as Lord Ashdrake. He was about to charge in, consequences be damned. Then, a gentle force pressed down on him, suppressing the turmoil inside his body.

Lawrence chuckled.

“Ash, this is my moment. Don’t steal the spotlight from me. It’s been a long time since I killed any of those bastards. Hope I haven’t gotten rusty.”

As he spoke, an immense, dormant pressure awoke within him and spilled out. It wrapped around everyone like invisible pressure, making chests tighten and breaths hitch.

Under the collective stares, Lawrence’s eyes narrowed. Power coiled around him like a storm unleashed, twisting and surging until it solidified into a silver spear. In a flash, he thrust it straight at the descending long sword.

The spear and the sword collided, and the impact thundered like a volcanic eruption. The ground buckled under their feet, stone collapsing inward as if the earth itself were giving way. Even the sky seemed to sag beneath the pressure.

Power surged out of the silver spear in a single overwhelming wave. It tore straight through Kayden’s desperate counterstrike, shredding his sword energy in an instant before driving toward him with unstoppable force.

Explosions ripped through the air in rapid succession. Every ounce of Kayden’s power shattered on impact. No matter how desperately he siphoned energy from the cursed mark, he still couldn’t block Lawrence’s spear.

In the span of a heartbeat, the silver spear tore through Kayden’s heart and left him hanging in the air, impaled like a condemned man on display. Blood dripped from the wound, splattering onto the ground in a relentless rhythm.

Kayden’s face contorted as he tried to fight back, muscles tensing in a final, desperate struggle. But within an instant, the killing intent erupting from the spear burned through him, snuffing out every last spark of life,

His head slumped. Terror and disbelief flickered in his eyes one last time before he slumped, lifeless, as his body suspended in

midair.

The scene was bloody and grotesque, yet unforgettable. Every eye fixed on it, hearts pounding.

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