Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 774

Chapter 774

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Those onlookers continued their clamorings.

“That’s right! You guys ought to know that the Sage is beyond reproach–we’ve seen what he can do, and soon you’ll remember why everyone trembles at his strength! Ashton hasn’t earned the right to reach the top yet–this era still belongs to the Sage!”

“Ashton should just give up while he can. He might be spared if he submits to the Sage now. Otherwise, he’s headed for a brutal end where there won’t be enough of him left to bury.”

Their respective factions had reached a fever pitch as the metallic tang of blood made the air feel even more frigid and desolate. The stakes of this endgame were absolute, deciding who would ultimately control Javonbury.

It was a high–stakes gamble where defeat meant an intolerable loss and the absolute ruin of the vanquished party. They were all on edge, as the stakes were absolute, and the weight of the result pressed down on every witness. It was all or nothing–a fight that would determine the course of their lives.

Flint slowly looked up, locking his deep gaze with Ashton’s. He laughed sinisterly before saying, “I never thought that after all these decades, someone would still dream of becoming the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury. It’s a shame, though, as all those before you failed.

“You’re not stronger than they were, Ashton, so you’d better kneel and beg for mercy while you still have the chance!”

Flint’s final remark sounded like the fury of a vengeful god, causing a vast, sweeping tide of killing intent to lash out like a storm, manifesting into a physical weight that slammed down onto Ashton’s shoulders.

There was a loud snapping sound as Ashton bore a massive weight that crushed the ground beneath him, sinking him an inch into the floor. He didn’t flinch. Instead, his eyes burned with a manic energy.

That feeling of standing on the precipice of death surged through him once more. He knew then that Flint was the greater threat -stronger and far more lethal than Gareth.

“You should step up and meet your death, Mr. Vance!” Ashton barked again, fueled by an immense fighting spirit.

“Have it your way, then!” Flint moved with blinding speed, appearing on the deathmatch stage in a single, fluid motion. He stared down at Ashton with absolute detachment, his eyes devoid of warmth, seeing nothing more than a man whose life was

already over.

He truly hadn’t expected Ashton to force his hand like this–the situation had escalated well past his original projections.

Flint remained absolutely confident. He hadn’t held the throne of the criminal underworld of Javonbury for decades through political maneuvering alone, but through sheer, overwhelming power.

Ashton’s death would serve as a perfect warning to others. It would ensure everyone understood exactly who the eternal ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury truly was.

Their domains struck each other like clashing stars the moment Flint arrived on the deathmatch stage. Their crash caused a series of piercing explosions, sending, shockwaves through the deathmatch stage that sent stones flying and lett lethal currents. of energy swirling in their wake.

“You’ll learn the meaning of true strength today, Ashton!” Flint barked, killing intent flaring in his eyes as his graying hair turned a deep, solid black. His aged look disappeared, replaced by a man in his prime with unrivaled momentum.

“You’ll understand the reality of the meaning of the pinnacle of the semi divine realm! You’ll see the power of the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury!” Flint radiated tremendous, violent energy, and as the wind whistled, his elderly look disappeared.

He resembled a predator that had fully awakened. He watched Ashton with the focused, lethal gaze of a predator ready to strike.