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?!”

had already sensed

just did not expect him to move so quickly—or

him ‘kid’ but was only capable of such despicable

was a Birthright rank individual and carried a strong vigor that the late Drakon Salazar could not hope to

“Five-Peat Archaeus!”

growled in his mind as he stepped on the tile floor below, his

react, Frank was above his head, unleashing a clear burst of vigor that buffed his palm technique, knocking Sal’s

he crashed squarely into the wall, leaving a Sal-shaped hole as he coughed out

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

impassive look as he barked at Frank, “Who

“Mystic Sky Sect?!”

everyone else froze

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

they were crushed in that battle, with