Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 750

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“You want me to let go of Myron? Why should I do that?” Ashton asked with a sneer.

He quickly steadied his breath, the bloodlust in his eyes growing even stronger. He was fully fired up now, slipping into a state of pure frenzy.

Ashton had sustained severe injuries at this point, his body suffering from the backlash of overexerting his strength.

However, he could feel his manic battle spirit surging within him, leaving him hooked on the high of nearly dying. He was fully immersed in the thrill of being on the edge of life and death.

He wanted to keep fighting and keep pushing himself. He knew that only by breaking his limits could he grow stronger.

“You ought to know that the Jalunese Martial Association won’t forgive anyone who provokes us. If Myron dies in Casoria, the consequences will be yours to bear. If you let him go now, maybe-” Gareth stopped mid–sentence, his expression shifting to one of horror.

Ashton’s foot came down with a heavy thud, smashing Myron’s head in the manner of a fruit bursting under pressure.

Gareth bolted upright from his seat, his hand clenching the hilt of his sword as he locked his murderous gaze on Ashton. He had never suffered such disrespect in years. He had already passed a sentence of death upon Ashton in his mind.

“Myron’s dead now, so let’s see those consequences you mentioned!” Ashton flashed a mocking smile and gave Gareth the middle finger. “I’ll kill every last one of you Jalunese bastards if you mess with me! You’d better keep your heads down as long as you’re in Casoria! Your insolence isn’t welcome here!”

That statement ignited a fierce passion in the crowd.

The Jalunese Martial Association had operated with absolute impunity during Flint’s reign as the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury, with few daring to provoke them. Those in attendance had long carried the weight of the humiliations they had suffered at the hands of the Jalunese.

Witnessing Ashton’s execution of Myron, followed by his defiance of Gareth, brought profound catharsis to the onlookers.

Those who had previously dismissed Ashton as nothing more than a vainglorious youth now rallied to his side. They refused to let the Jalunese trample upon the honor of Casoria, acting as if they owned the place.

“Get him and make sure he feels every second of it before he stops breathing, Chadwick!” Gareth growled.

“Got it!” Chadwick lunged forward, appearing on the stage in a heartbeat.

He fixed a cold, predatory gaze on Ashton and snarled, “It seems like the Legion has found a good successor. What makes you think you can challenge Jalunese martial arts when even Lawrence, the head of the Legion, lost to Mr. Gorham? How should I kill you, Ashton?”

He flashed a sinister smile and added, “I’m not a waste like Myron. I’m not going to give you any chance to live!”

“Is that so?” Ashton confronted Chadwick, keenly aware of the intense killing intent and danger.

He could feel his bloodlust surging as he clenched his fists, bellowing, “Your Jalunese martial arts isn’t even worthy of being in the same league as Casorian martial arts! I’ve already got your death planned out—I’m going to pummel you until there’s nothing left!”

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