Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 634

Chapter 634

Lawrence still held his head high, and even though his breathing was weak and shallow, his imposing manner didn’t falter in the slightest.

“Let’s go!” Maxwell forced down the blood in his mouth. He was severely injured, facing a recovery that would stretch on for a year or more, so he needed to get back to his hidden realm as soon as possible.

He also couldn’t stand the weight of the crowd’s judgment–the doubt and the sneering whispers. He realized that today’s battle had also caused cracks to form in his cultivation resolve.

“I won’t forget what happened today, Lawrence and Ashton!” Maxwell snapped before retreating with his men.

He knew that this was more than a personal defeat for him and Clay—it was a catastrophe for the entire Dominion Vanguard. That defeat would haunt them like a persistent nightmare, remaining unpurged until the day they ground the Legion into dust.

“You should take care of yourself, Mr. Clarkson Senior. I’ll be looking forward to our next meeting,” Logan said as he studied Lawrence intently before glancing at Ashton for a split second. He then vanished from view, leaving only a lingering trace of purple lightning where he had stood.

It was then that Lawrence’s body gave out entirely, collapsing onto Ashton.

“Grandpa!”

“Mr. Clarkson Senior!”

Kayla and Neil hurried to his side with the others, their eyes glistening with unshed tears as their hearts sank further with every passing second.

Ashton continuously funneled inner energy into Lawrence while employing the Ninefold Arcane Technique to keep his injuries from worsening. He still couldn’t prevent Lawrence’s life force from ebbing away despite doing that, though.

Lawrence said with a tinge of helplessness, “You can rest assured that I’m not going to die yet, though I would probably have to sleep for quite some time.

“I had just gained some power and had planned to see if I could make it to Jalun and fight Wycliffe, but it ended up being wasted on Maxwell, that pathetic weakling. It’s truly a shame that I can’t make it to Jalun now.”

Ashton stated gravely, “I’ll definitely head to Jalun one day, slay Wycliffe–the Divine Swordmaster of Jalun–and lay his head at your feet as proof of my victory, Mr. Clarkson Senior!”

“Very well, Ash!” Lawrence laughed heartily before his eyes grew heavy.

He drifted toward unconsciousness, his voice reduced to a thin rasp while continuing, “I–I’m leaving the Legion with you now, Ash. I–I’m going to sleep for a while…”

Lawrence, having exhausted every last bit of strength, gradually closed his eyes while wearing a smile of pride.

“Grandpa…” Kayla’s frame shook with uncontrollable tremors as she turned her tear–streaked face toward Ashton. “Is he ever going to wake up, Ashton?”

Ashton inspected Lawrence’s body and nodded gravely. “Mr. Clarkson Senior’s divine soul has been damaged. I have already minimized the life force he expends each day to the lowest possible level, but I need soul–repairing medicines immediately. If we don’t have it within three days, he won’t make it.”

“You need soul–repairing medicines?” Kayla’s expression hardened, as such items were incredibly scarce.

Their appearance always sparked a violent scramble between rival factions—and the Legion possessed nothing of the sort.

She looked extremely pale as she asked, “What happens if we can’t find any?”

Chapter 634

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