Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 633

Chapter 633

Upon hearing that, the members of the Dominion Vanguard’s collective composure buckled. Their spirits reeled as though scorched by a bolt from the heavens or a sharp blow to the face.

They felt as if every shred of their past authority and pride was crushed, leaving only the bitter disgrace of being subjugated by the Legion.

Leona went still, disappointment clouding her gaze as the image of the Maxwell she had once admired–the man of unyielding character and righteous justice–had shattered entirely.

She, instead, regarded Lawrence with utmost reverence now.

“Please grant me this favor and let the matter drop, Mr. Clarkson Senior!”

It was then that a faint, haunting voice resounded, and a middle–aged man clad in a robe swept in like a gale, flanked by bolts of purple lightning. In the blink of an eye, he materialized at the Apex Arena, standing face–to–face with Lawrence.

“It’s the head of the Empyrean Sentinel, Logan Cunningham!”

Neil’s eyes widened as cold sweat dripped down his face. He never imagined that a single duel would draw the heads of all three organizations.

Logan had clearly been watching for a while, waiting for the right moment to close the curtain.

As the head of Empyrean Sentinel, he was clearly satisfied to see both the Legion and the Dominion Vanguard crippled by their

confrontation.

Ashton, with blazing fire in his eyes, felt a chilling intent far more fearsome than that of Maxwell. He quickly activated his Drakeborne lineage, making certain that he was ready to unleash his most powerful divine ability at a moment’s notice.

“Your appearance is ill–timed, Logan!” Lawrence barked with a derisive scoff.

Had Logan stepped forward during Kayden’s assault, Lawrence would have held him in higher esteem. He now saw Logan for what he truly was–a man concerned only with his own gain.

Logan clearly understood Lawrence’s implication and gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle. “You see, we’re all Casorians here, so we’re bound to run into each other again, Mr. Clarkson Senior. Why don’t we just call it even and move on since Maxwell has owned up to it?”

Having said that, Logan unleashed a terrifying pressure, causing the purple lightning to surge violently within the clouds. Lawrence’s eyes narrowed as the final remnants of his powers bled from his fingertips, turning into a wave of killing intent that tore through Maxwell’s frame.

In that instant, a series of sickening tears followed as sprays of blood erupted, clashing and merging with the falling rain.

Logan’s expression twisted into a scowl. He was just about to make a move when Lawrence tossed the mangled and nearly dead Maxwell away as if he were nothing but garbage.

Maxwell, with his body riddled with gruesome puncture wounds, drifted like a falling leaf. He flew through the air before crashing violently into the earth, his body having sustained irreparable damage.

“Mr. Lademan!” Ronan and Felix rushed to Maxwell’s side to support him, feeding him several healing pills in quick succession.

Maxwell swallowed the healing pills, his gaze sharp enough to draw blood. He glared at the energy–wreathed figure of Lawrence, certain that the man had spent the very last of his energy on that strike.

He realized that Lawrence hadn’t been able to kill him at all. He thought that if he had just endured a moment more, Lawrence would have faltered, and he could have even turned the tables.

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His window of opportunity, however, was slammed shut the moment Logan arrived.

The disgrace he experienced today was seared into the depths of his spirit and the core of his being. He knew that he would never be able to scrub the stain of that humiliation from his life as long as Lawrence and Ashton were still alive.

Ashton reached Lawrence’s side in time to support his collapsing body. He continuously funneled inner energy into Lawrence’s body.

He felt his heart sinking further with every passing second as he realized the backlash had surpassed the physical limits of Lawrence’s body.

He thought that the fact that Lawrence could still stand was nothing short of a miracle.

Lawrence demanded, “In accordance with the terms of the wager, you’ll forfeit ten billion dollars‘ worth of spirit ore mines, ten billion dollars‘ worth of spiritual medicine, and ten billion dollars in cash itself!

“In addition, Leona will stay with the Legion for a year! You guys can get the hell out of here now that the matter is settled!”