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

just did not expect him to move so quickly—or indeed,

called him ‘kid’ but was

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

“Five-Peat Archaeus!”

he stepped on the tile floor below,

even before Sal Ocean could react, Frank was above his head, unleashing a clear burst of vigor that buffed his palm technique, knocking

Sal cried, unable to anchor himself as he crashed squarely into the wall, leaving

Mystic Sky Sect… ” he murmured as his widened eyes flickered in shock and terror, swallowing

look as he barked at Frank, “Who are

“Mystic Sky Sect?!”

everyone else froze right

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

that battle, with both their