The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank’s stride never slowed as his murderous presence grew stronger.

On the other hand, Quinn’s expression was suddenly respectful as she nodded. “Uncle Sal, it seems like you have to put this brat in his place.”

“Uncle Sal?”

Frank felt a burst of gale behind him before he realized it, like a hundred birds shrieking at once.

He was already annoyed even before the attack reached him.

“You really are too conceited, kid! It’s time to teach you that there’s always a bigger fish!” the elderly man’s voice cried shrilly as he leapt out from

Frank’s back, his fingers striking toward Frank’s nape as quick as lightning.

“Teach me, when all you can do is blindside me? Is this all Sage Lake Sect can do?!”

Frank had already sensed

him to move so quickly—or

was only capable of such

if he was shameless, he was a Birthright rank individual and carried a strong vigor

“Five-Peat Archaeus!”

on the tile floor

Frank was above his head, unleashing a

anchor himself as he crashed squarely into the wall, leaving a Sal-shaped hole as

widened eyes flickered in shock and terror, swallowing another mouthful

he kept an impassive look as he barked at Frank, “Who are you?! What’s your

“Mystic Sky Sect?!”

else froze right

had heard her father speak of the great battle at the South Sea three years ago herself—a battle that had been

as it may, they were crushed in that battle, with both their chief and their senior