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 his

to move

but was only capable

even if he was shameless, he was a Birthright rank individual and carried a strong vigor that the late Drakon

“Five-Peat Archaeus!”

on the tile floor

his head, unleashing a clear burst

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

murmured as his widened eyes flickered in shock and terror, swallowing another mouthful of

impassive look as he barked at Frank, “Who are you?! What’s your connection to Mystic

“Mystic Sky Sect?!”

everyone else froze right

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 And it all revolved around

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