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?!”

already sensed his

him to move so quickly—or indeed, so

but was only capable

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

“Five-Peat Archaeus!”

he stepped on the tile floor below, his body suddenly

head, unleashing a clear burst of vigor that buffed

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

as his widened eyes flickered in shock and terror, swallowing another mouthful of blood he was going to

twitching, he kept an impassive look as he barked at Frank,

“Mystic Sky Sect?!”

else froze

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

crushed in that battle, with both their chief