Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 769

Chapter 769

Gareth felt that Ashton’s question was like a cold dagger, ruthlessly piercing his heart and crushing the arrogance and pride he took so much pride in.

He, being Wycliffe’s favorite mentee, had always behaved arrogantly. He had volunteered for this mission to Casoria specifically to kill Ashton, promote the dominance of Jalunese martial arts, and bolster his own fame. He never expected to find himself pinned helplessly in midair.

His defeat was absolute, as his most powerful strike was crushed by Ashton, and the renowned blade Hell–Bane was snapped in two. He no longer held his fate in his own hands. His survival depended solely on Ashton’s whim.

He gradually regained some of his senses as the agonizing pain gnawed at him, while the dread of death spread through every fiber of his being. He had to survive to take revenge–to erase the utter humiliation he had endured today.

“You can’t kill me, Ashton!” Gareth attempted to break free, but the slightest twitch caused the savage, weaponized energy to tear through his heart, leaving him in unbearable pain.

“Why not?” Ashton asked, his face a mask of cold indifference. He was surrounded by lightning and flames as he used the Cosmic Breathing Technique to draw in the surrounding spiritual energy. He felt his heart racing as his body began to mend at an incredible pace.

He was more than happy to exchange a few more words with Gareth, as every passing moment was critical for his recovery.

Ashton never lost sight of his true goal in storming Grandcrest Estate–to execute Flint and to seize control of the criminal underworld of Javonbury. He mused that dealing with the Jalunese Martial Association was merely an incidental hurdle he had

to clear.

“You’ll make an enemy of the Jalunese Martial Association, who will use every resource they have to destroy you, if you kill me! You’ll never know a moment of peace again, Ashton!” Gareth snarled, his features contorted in rage.

Ashton’s eyes immediately brightened, as this was exactly what he had hoped for. He had been concerned that once Gareth and Flint were dead, he would lack the challenges necessary to hone his skills.

Thus, he welcomed the prospect of a lifelong feud with the Jalunese Martial Association.

“You’ll have to do better than that! Do you have any other excuses for me not to kill you, Gareth?” Ashton taunted, merging the plundered spiritual energy fully into his body, his eyes flashing with a predatory, mounting hunger for destruction.

Ashton longed for a brief respite, a chance to sleep with the chosen maiden and replenish his spiritual energy.

If he could claim Faye, who possessed the Phoenixborne lineage, the spiritual energy he would gain would be massive. He also suspected that through a union of their bloodlines, his own Drakeborne lineage would finally achieve its full awakening.

He turned to look at Faye, whose extraordinary beauty was enough to enthrall anyone.

Upon sensing Ashton’s scorching gaze, Faye blushed deeply. She knew exactly what was on Ashton’s mind. The hunger and desire in his eyes made it obvious. She, however, found herself untroubled by his predatory interest. Instead, her heart began to

race.

It was then that Gareth, impaled by the massive black sword, shrieked in agony again. He was in excruciating pain as the streaks of weaponized energy shredded his body from the inside out, subjecting him to the excruciating torture akin to a thousand cuts. “I’m the mentee of the Divine Swordmaster of Jalun! Mr. Gorham will definitely hunt you down and rip you apart if you kill me, Ashton! You’d better release me this instant!” Gareth felt that the sheer humiliation of his position was as unbearable as the pain, fueling a murderous loathing for Ashton.

Ashton sighed wearily before letting out a cold, dismissive laugh. “Is that all you have? Do you really think I’d be afraid of the Jalunese Martial Association or the Divine Swordmaster of Jalun? You’re gravely mistaken if you think I’m intimidated!

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