Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659

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“What the hell is going on here?” Tristan felt a sense of dread as he inadvertently locked eyes with Ashton.

He felt an excruciating pain shooting through his eyes the second their gazes met, mimicking the sensation of multiple needles stabbing through them.

Tristan then noticed blood starting to trickle down from his eyes, and he found his body completely paralyzed. He was overcome with a feeling of total despair at that moment.

“I’m done for…” Tristan whispered, his face turning pale as the screams of his men became more wretched and hopeless.

They were completely engulfed by the black flame, burning them alive without giving them any chance to defend themselves.

“How can this be?” Tristan muttered, drenched in a cold sweat.

He was filled with regret, realizing too late that he should have verified Ashton’s true power before attacking him–he had clearly picked a fight with the wrong person.

“Hold on, Ashton! I’m sure we can still talk this out! You know how powerful the Heavenly Medical Pavilion is. There’s no need to go this far!”

Tristan was filled with dread as the black flames began to flicker across his skin. He felt his body growing increasingly hot as if he were being submerged in magma.

He was even more terrified that he had employed all his transcendent realm powers to snuff out the black flames, but to no avail. His very power seemed to fuel the black flames, quickly growing into a massive blaze that enveloped and consumed him.

“You were the one who wanted to kill me, but now that you’re the one dying, you suddenly want to talk, huh? You ought to know that that’s not how the world works!

“You must be ready to lose your own if you try to take a life! You and your men can go to hell together!” Ashton snarled as he flashed a chilling smile. His gaze was dark and frigid, devoid of any mercy.

In a flash, every expert from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion–except Tristan–was reduced to ash by the Sovereign Flame.

Their ashes were scattered to the winds, as though they had been erased from the very face of the earth.

“You…” Tristan trailed off, his body trembling even more severely as his transcendent realm powers began to fail against the sheer power of Ashton’s Sovereign Flame.

He was suddenly struck by a terrifying realization then–Ashton wasn’t a transcendent realm expert but a semi–divine realm

expert.

Triatan had been incredibly ignorant to pick a fight with him, as it was the equivalent of walking straight into his own grave.

“Please don’t kill me, Ashton! I’ll give you anything, so let’s just talk this through! If I’m killed, the people from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion will definitely hunt you down! You’ll be done for! Those around you will be killed along with you! I’ll—”

Tristan’s words were cut short as the Sovereign Flame consumed him. He was reduced to ash in a final, desperate cry and was blown away in the wind, leaving nothing behind.

Connor and Francis were traumatized by the nightmarish horror of the moment.

They had never encountered such a savage and bloody display, let alone one where a top–ten miracle doctor from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion was the one being killed.

How could Ashton be so bold? Did he not realize the vast extent of the Heavenly Medical Pavilion’s reach?

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