The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

“Well done! You really don’t disappoint!” Drakon exclaimed in praise for Frank. “It’d be a bore if you died too quickly.”

Frank slowly turned toward Drakon.

Being a martial elite, he knew that Drakon was actually the strongest hostile in the room.

Still, he could not care less, even pointing at his feet as he growled, “I can appreciate how far you’ve come, so kneel and apologize to Vicky, and I might just let you live.”

Quinn Ocean sneered right then. “The last person who told Drakon that is resting in pieces.”

“Hahaha!” Drakon laughed as he took off his suit. “You have the guts to tell me to kneel? Let me show you the power of a Birthright ranked individual!”

“What?! Birthright?!” Robert was astonished.

Drakon was not even thirty, and he had already gone that far?!

could

of Sage Lake Sect, and a red puff of pure vigor promptly

the sheer energy he felt. “That’s pure vigor… He might be unrivaled in ten

asked in curiosity, having heard of the term before but never actually encountering anyone of

release pure vigor to fight at that level,” Bron explained. “The clearer a man’s pure vigor, the less excesses there would be within. Still, Drakon’s reddish vigor is plenty pure

an enemy—not even he and

can Frank

in exasperation. “Impossible. Unless he has reached

also paled when Drakon released his pure vigor and snapped, “That’s enough! You wanted the Rejuvenation

herself, Robert had told her about Birthright elites—as the term suggested, those who

one was

chance, but she would keep him

he lived, there was always

he died, which was why she would

“It’s too late. You’re going

those words, he launched a jab at