Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 760

Ashton’s gaze surged with killing intent. He could have spared everyone else, but Gareth, being Wycliffe’s mentee, had been on his hit list for a long time. That was the reason he kept Faye from intervening.

He could, in some sense, be considered Lawrence’s mentee. Thus, the grudges held against Wycliffe had naturally become his to

inherit.

He had vowed to Lawrence that he would one day storm into Jalun and challenge Wycliffe directly. He intended to use Gareth’s death today to signal his intent and claim a portion of what was owed.

Gareth tumbled and regained his balance following the sudden atmospheric rupture. He inspected the lacerations on his body and the blood oozing from them, his killing intent instantly surging. He hadn’t been forced into such a wretched state for quite

some time.

He remained unbothered despite the surrounding clamor. He understood that the shouting would shortly subside, and the Casorians would soon be overcome by dread and hopelessness.

They would be overwhelmed by his power and haunted by the memory of this encounter for a lifetime. He would assume the responsibility of representing Jalunese martial arts himself.

He ran his hand over his lacerations and tasted the blood on his fingertip. He laughed in a manner reminiscent of a demon before he looked down at Ashton with disdain.

“You have a powerful physique and impressive combat proficiency! You are truly capable among the younger generations in Casoria–and also worthy of being slain by me! You are also worthy of… me unsheathing my sword!”

Gareth’s fingers, marked by prominent veins, closed around the hilt of his sword, Hell–Bane. He emanated a bone–chilling coldness, like a demon king entering the mortal realm from purgatory. That bloodthirsty, cursed atmosphere prompted an involuntary shudder in all present.

Gareth’s demeanor shifted instantly as he unsheathed Hell–Bane and held it before his chest, letting his killing intent surge.

In that instant, Gareth’s sword domain quickly covered the deathmatch stage as his killing intent turned monstrous. Those weaker than him felt their hair stand on end, sensing a phantom blade passing over their skin. They felt like lambs led to the slaughter, stripped of all courage to face Gareth.

“You should look for an opening and get out right now, Ashton! You can’t just throw your life away!” Neil warned Ashton through telepathic communication. He was aware that Ashton represented the future of the Legion, so his death here was unacceptable.

He felt a sense of dread from the leaking sword intent. With Ashton heavily injured and clinging to life, facing Gareth at his peak would almost certainly result in an inevitable demise.

“You shouldn’t push yourself, Ashton! You should just concede if you really can’t do it!” Kayla sent Ashton an urgent telepathic communication. She thought Gareth’s killing intent was too formidable, and that its sheer scale would bring everyone to the brink of despair.

There was a sense of panic spreading through the legionnaires, who feared Ashton might fail and perish on the spot.

They knew that the potential and prowess Ashton had exhibited guaranteed his role as the future head of the Legion and the restorer of its former prestige, but that future was only possible if he survived this encounter.

“Do you see how frightened those from the Legion looked? I told you Ashton wouldn’t survive the Sage’s arrangements! It was clear that the Sage had set up a massive trap tonight–the moment Ashton showed up, his demise was already guaranteed! Ashton simply chose the wrong man to challenge!”

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