Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770

“Those who insult Casoria deserve death!” Ashton, with a chilling look, withdrew the massive black sword from Gareth’s torso.

He unleashed a surge of killing intent and brought the sword down toward the center of Gareth’s brow in a final, surging strike of pure killing intent.

Those around watched in shock, reeling from Ashton’s audacity. They knew that executing Gareth meant triggering a relentless cycle of retaliation from the Jalunese Martial Association and Wycliffe’s faction. Ashton seemed completely untroubled by the consequences, proving himself to be utterly fearless.

Just as everyone expected Ashton to pierce Gareth’s forehead with the black sword, a profound and mysterious force erupted from within him, rapidly condensing into a sword barrier that shielded Gareth from Ashton’s strike.

In that instant, a thunderous metal–on–metal ring echoed through the estate, stopping Ashton’s black sword in its tracks. It caused space to distort around the point of contact, discharging pulses of raw spiritual energy that battered the crowd.

A spectral figure in long robes slowly materialized in front of Gareth with a profound gaze.

He loomed like a colossal blade, his presence crushing and awe–inspiring, and his sunken gaze appeared to hold the essence of countless lethal techniques. He was a vision of ultimate terror, and not a single soul dared to look him in the eye.

“Mr. Gorham!” Gareth exclaimed as he stared at the spectral figure, feeling a surge of relief mixed with a crushing sense of

shame.

He had failed the man who had expected greatness from him. He had been defeated by Ashton before a crowd, dishonoring Wycliffe and staining the reputation of Jalunese swordsmanship.

“What’s going on here? Where did that phantom come from? I can’t stop shaking from the overwhelming pressure! It feels as though a razor–sharp edge is resting right on my neck–one wrong move and I’m dead!”

“It’s actually Wycliffe, the Divine Swordmaster of Jalun! He must have imbued Gareth with a spark of his own energy–a fail- safe designed to intercept a lethal strike at the brink of death!”

“Has Wycliffe really become that powerful to master spectral projection?”

“Damn it! Does this mean Gareth is off–limits now?”

“Not only that—I’m worried that this projection is capable of striking back. If that’s the case, the tables might turn, and Ashton could be in serious trouble.”

They couldn’t help but feel a prickling sensation on their skin as they stared at Wycliffe’s projection. It was an overwhelming presence that evoked a primal dread from the very depths of their beings.

Wycliffe’s projection, floating in the void, stood with his hands clasped behind him, observing Ashton with a scrutinizing gaze.

There was an almost indiscernible killing intent flickering in his eyes as he spoke in a tone that sounded hollow and cold, yet brooked no refusal. “How about sparing this incompetent mentee of mine since the fight is over? You should at least grant me this much respect!”

There was a collective sigh that swept through the crowd as soon as Wycliffe said that. His projection seemed reasonable, showing no immediate sign of wanting revenge.

Wycliffe was handing Ashton a perfect excuse to de–escalate the situation.

If he took the opportunity to release Gareth now, Ashton stood to lose nothing of his standing. In fact, he could use this encounter with Wycliffe to spread his fame further.

Just when everyone expected Ashton to take the easy way out, Ashton stared right into the sunken eyes of Wycliffe’s projection with a posture radiating arrogance. He then declared with absolute conviction, “Your reputation alone isn’t enough for me to let go of this Jaluenese bastard!”

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