Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 772

Chapter 772

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In that instant, shocking waves of energy radiated outward, sending ripple after ripple surging through the area. The already damaged space began to splinter, forming a thick network of cracks that echoed an approaching apocalypse.

“Sixfold Carnage Fist!” Ashton struck again a second later. He appeared directly before Wycliffe and hammered a punch into the flickering spectral projection.

“You actually know Sixfold Carnage Fist? You must be Lawrence’s mentee, then!”

Wycliffe’s eyes flashed with killing intent. He instinctively tried to summon enough strength to strike Ashton down, but he quickly realized his energy was completely spent.

Ashton’s fist punched through the center of the projection with a dull crack. Wycliffe’s spectral projection turned faint and translucent in an instant, looking as fragile as a soap bubble in its final moments.

“That’s right! I’m Mr. Clarkson Senior’s successor! That’s why I’m going to kill Gareth, and then I’ll head to Jalun to challenge you, take your life, and hang your severed head at the entrance of the Legion for a year for everyone to see!” Ashton declared, radiating arrogance and authority.

“I never expected Lawrence to find such a capable successor! I shall look forward to our meeting in Jalun, then! You won’t be killing my mentee today, though. You don’t have what it takes to do so!” Wycliffe’s projection dissipated, turning into strands of energy that enveloped Gareth.

In that instant, the surrounding space distorted violently, and Gareth’s figure became hazy and warped, moments from disappearing.

Gareth’s features twisted into a grotesque mask of laughter. He fixed a bloodthirsty glare on Ashton and snarled, “You can’t kill me now, Ashton! You mark my words–I’ll be back soon for my vengeance. I’ll reduce you to ashes and cleanse this humiliation with your agonizing death!”

“Damn it! There’ll be boundless trouble down the road if Gareth walks away alive today!”

“Ashton’s threats were all for nothing. He couldn’t finish the job, and now he has a target on his back from the Divine Swordmaster himself. He played his hand and lost it all. What an absolute joke!”

“Gareth won’t be dying today since he has the Divine Swordmaster of Jalun standing guard over him!”

They shook their heads with regret, knowing that human effort could only go so far. Ashton had already done everything he

could.

Neil and Kayla gritted their teeth, unwilling to accept the outcome. They knew that executing Gareth in front of Wycliffe would have been a profound act of defiance–the kind of public humiliation that every legionnaire had always fantasized about.

Ashton’s ruthless voice suddenly rang out with the moaning of the drifting wind. “You think you can run, for death. not even Wycliffe can save you now,

Gareth!”

huh? You’re marked

In a heartbeat, flames shaped like black dragons ignited deep in Ashton’s eyes, and two streaks of blood flowed from his eyes again. “Sovereign Flame!”

In the instant Ashton’s command resonated throughout the deathmatch stage, Gareth, who was about to be teleported away, trembled as ripples surged around him. Without warning, plumes of black flame erupted over his skin, spreading with terrifying speed until he was completely engulfed.

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