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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 363
When all else failed—media slander, economic sabotage, betrayal from within—The Sovereign did what every megalomaniac with a god complex and too much eyeliner does: he hosted a global tournament.Because what better way to kill your enemy than to invite him to a flashy, overfunded fight fest and pretend it’s about honor?“This tournament,” The Sovereign declared from his obsidian balcony, “will determine the greatest cultivator of this generation. The prize? A scroll said to hold the final evolution of the Crimson Dragon Body Technique—power beyond comprehension.”Yeah. Subtle.Louis sat in his penthouse, watching the announcement with the same energy someone might give to a toddler throwing glitter at a funeral.“Ah yes,” he muttered, swirling his drink. “What’s more trustworthy than ancient secrets dangled in front of me by a guy who’s failed at every scheme since sliced bread was invented?”Eleanor leaned against the glass, arms crossed. “You’re not actually thinking of going.”Lou
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Louis cracked his neck. “Did you really think I didn’t notice you?” he asked casually. “Your energy signature was all over your puppets. Every opponent you sent? They weren’t countering me. I was studying you through them.”Louis stepped forward, slow and deliberate.“Your footwork always favors the left. You overload your palm strikes to compensate for your fractured meridian. And that little twitch in your eyebrow when you prep a Heaven Breaker kick?”He smiled. “Adorable.”The Sovereign lashed out, throwing a barrage of chaotic techniques—Black Lotus Fangs, Abyssal Chains, Sky-Splitting Fists.Louis dodged them all with graceful mockery, countering each one perfectly.One palm strike sent The Sovereign stumbling back.“You’re not fighting me,” Louis said. “You’re fighting a reflection of your own predictable failure.”The Sovereign roared in frustration, throwing a desperate energy wave that shattered half the arena wall.Louis stood untouched.Then, with one flick of his fingers,
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 365
Louis raised a brow. “Didn’t realize cosplay villains came with such terrible timing.”The Sovereign held up a vial, swirling with a glowing crimson liquid.“Your blood,” he announced. “From our previous fights. Collected drop by drop. All I need to do is apply it to the vault.”He turned to the gate, smirking like a child with a stolen toy.“You see,” he continued, “the vault only requires a touch of your lineage. It doesn’t care how I got it.”Louis tilted his head. “Ah. So you really didn’t read the family warnings, huh?”The Sovereign’s smile faltered. “What?”Louis casually strolled to a nearby pillar, brushing off ancient dust to reveal etched text in Old Kindsorian.“Blood freely given shall open the gate. Blood taken through violence shall awaken the wrath of the mountain.”He looked back at The Sovereign and added with a grin:“But sure, go ahead. Let’s see what happens when you treat my ancestors like an ATM.”The Sovereign hesitated.Then, pride overriding reason, he splash
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 366
A cough echoed in the distance.Followed by the sound of rocks shifting.And then, with all the drama of a villain who refuses to stay dead, The Sovereign limped into the vault, robes tattered, hair wild, pride somehow still intact.“Well, well, well,” he rasped, blood staining his lips. “You found it. The great Kindsor prize. Tell me—does it sing to you the way it sang to me for centuries?”Louis turned slowly, unimpressed. “You look like a moldy curtain that lost a fight with gravity.”The Sovereign laughed. “Still joking. Even now.”He stepped closer. “You’ve seen what it offers. Don’t act like you’re above it. With your mind, my reach, and this technique—we could rule eternally. No more death. No more endings. Just… domination, forever.”He gestured toward the glowing scroll. “Share it with me, Louis. Or I’ll burn your friends to keep myself alive.”With a snap of his fingers, several holo-screens appeared, showing Eliza, Eleanor, Alexander, and Diana—all captured in containment f
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 367
The Sovereign might have been locked in the Kindsor Vault like a moth in a flame-proof jar, but his pettiness? Oh, that was immortal.Stripped of power, buried under his own arrogance, and with a bruised ego that would need a millennium of therapy, he did what any unhinged, centuries-old maniac would do:He pressed “upload.”Across every major platform—news, social media, holo-channels, even kids' cereal box QR codes—a terrifying headline exploded:“CULTIVATION EXPOSED: GLOBAL THREAT OR DARK MAGIC?”Clips of Louis in combat were stitched together with dramatic music, voiceovers painting him as a “sorcerer manipulating world leaders,” while Eliza was dubbed “The Crimson Witch,” and Alexander? Apparently “The Mind-Flayer Monk.”The Sovereign's voice—somehow still smug through cracked teeth—echoed through the broadcast:“These monsters bend reality to their will. Is that power… science? Or sorcery?”Governments panicked.Special forces raided cultivation schools.Hospitals reported myster
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 368
He then unveiled the Kindsor Foundation logo—a phoenix and dragon intertwined, representing rebirth and discipline.“We are launching a global education initiative. Ethical cultivation. Taught to certified professionals. Not for domination—for healing.”“This isn’t a secret anymore. It’s a future. And the only thing you need to believe in… is potential.”The room exploded with applause.Even the harshest anchors choked on their skepticism.Governments that were seconds from blacklisting Louis suddenly applauded him. Medical boards requested access to his research. UN ambassadors requested private consultations.Garvos blinked at the incoming message feed. “...Sir. China, Germany, and Canada just offered tax breaks if we expand clinics there.”Eliza looked smug. “A senator just apologized and called me ‘Madame Healer.’”Alexander sighed. “Still getting alien jokes, though. One guy thinks my head glows.”Louis just smiled.“Let them talk. As long as they’re listening.”Even with the world
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 369
The tethers disintegrated, not with destruction, but with release.The victims gasped back to life, eyes blinking, souls restored. Thousands of them, all awakening at once.Eleanor gasped. “It’s working. Louis… you’re severing his hold.”Louis didn’t answer.He was already speaking through the energy lines, letting The Sovereign hear him directly.Hey, Sovereign. You feeling that? That tingly sensation? That’s what it feels like to lose.”“Every scream you silenced, every life you fed off—they’re waking up now. And guess what? They’re not grateful. They’re pissed.”He grinned.“You built your empire on stolen life force. I’m just returning what’s theirs.”Back in his abyssal prison, The Sovereign shrieked as his strength drained, his spiritual foundation crumbling like soggy toast.“YOU DARE—!”“Dare?” Louis smirked. “Buddy, I already did. And I did it with style.”As the last of the tethers vanished, silence swept the chamber. The once-dormant victims opened their eyes, no longer hollo
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 370
Desperation gnawed at The Sovereign like a starving rat trapped in a corner. His grand schemes had crumbled—his financial empire was exposed, his immortality shattered, and his so-called power was slipping through his fingers like sand.But there was one thing he had left: fear.In a move that could only be described as melodramatic villain 101, The Sovereign took control of a towering skyscraper in the heart of the financial district.Hundreds of employees were held hostage, their lives hanging by a thread. The Sovereign, now a shadow of his former self, had planted explosives throughout the building.Through a live broadcast, he issued his demand:“Louis Kindsor. You will face me alone or I will bring this building down. You have one hour.”The world watched in stunned silence as government agencies surrounded the building, helpless to act. No one had a clue how to defuse the explosives, and every effort to breach the building ended in failure.An hour passed.Louis was in his offic
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The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
CHAPTER 385
The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
CHAPTER 383
“They were mine!”Kael whispered, pale. “They were never yours, sir. You just rented them… until someone better showed up.”Mark screamed.Louis. Again. Always him.But deep down, Mark understood something far worse.This wasn’t the end.This was the start of something he could no longer control.And Louis?He wasn’t fighting for power.He was fighting for everyone Mark had forgotten.Beneath the ruined city of Caldus, in a vault built from spiritsteel and arrogance, Mark Jennings stood at the heart of the Shadow Auction—his latest masterpiece of corruption.Around him sat warlords wrapped in animal skins and silk suits, crooked politicians oozing perfume and power, and black-robed syndicate leaders who whispered curses louder than prayers.Projected across the vaulted chamber were translucent prisms—each holding a spirit core, glowing faintly, extracted from captured cultivators loyal to Louis.Mark tapped his glass with a silver spoon.“Welcome, esteemed degenerates,” he smiled. “To
CHAPTER 382
Mark threw a chair through the screen.“This isn’t possible! HOW?!”Kael cowered. “He used... the Dragon Vein Network. The legends were real. The Kindsor temples are spiritually tethered.”Mark’s eyes bulged. “That’s a bedtime story!”“Yeah,” Kael whimpered. “Except the bedtime story just collapsed seven military bases.”Mark slammed his fist into the wall.“You mean to tell me… we got outsmarted by decorative floor tiles?!”Kael didn’t dare respond.In the Hidden GroveMira watched the news, stunned.Louis finally spoke, voice soft but firm. “They feared the dragon. But they forgot it doesn’t roar until you step on its spine.”She shivered. “What happens now?”Louis looked to the horizon, eyes glinting with purpose.“Now? We rebuild. And when Mark tries again…” He smiled faintly. “We don’t collapse ground.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”Louis’s smile deepened.“We collapse empires.”War-torn cities smoldered under the illusion of peace.Mark Jennings stood atop a broken milita
CHAPTER 381
Mark Jennings was done playing games.Humiliation burned like acid in his chest, each word from Louis’s last appearance looping through his mind like a curse. His reflection in the mirror sneered at him, as if even his own image mocked his failure.“This ends now,” he growled, voice raw with fury. “Burn it all. I want the entire Kindsor network reduced to rubble.”Behind him, a dozen emissaries from rogue states nodded grimly. Their job was simple: conquest by chaos.By dusk, private armies surged across borders—armored vehicles disguised as "peacekeeping convoys" rolled through sacred grounds, while rogue cultivators unleashed hell on ancient temples. Smoke clouded the skies. Cries of civilians pierced the night like broken flutes.Atop a blood-stained mountain base, a general cackled. “Kindsor sanctuaries? More like kindling.”Every news station echoed the same narrative.“Former Louis loyalists caught hoarding soul weapons.”“Public enemies: Kindsor cults tied to insurgency.”“Peac
